I arrived 2 pm on Saturday; I then sent my mom a text messagesthat I am in town, and I wonder if she would stop by when dad out bowling ?. I didn't an... get reply messages from her, a totalsilence. An hour before Dad took off to bowling, I decided to call her cell but then again no reply. I am totally pumped out atthat point. But I sent her one last text messages to tell her my room number and door is open in case I am in the shower.7:10 PM come and went , still no messages or call. Dad will be. When I figured out the protocol, I started participating and sharing some thoughts and desires that I had never discussed with “real people.” One time I was in a chat room where I had become the focus of two of the other guys in the room. I was paying more attention to the first guy, and when the second guy just sort of cut in and took over, virtually bending me over a chair and taking what he wanted. He described how he was stretching me out, which was just what I wanted to hear. He really. Stuff like that no longer shocked me. However, Madeline got really mad at me. And I called her some names I won’t repeat here. So we’re no longer pals. The girls on the team continued with their bullshit, but I refused to give into them and I refused to bow. I went to all the practices, delivered a killer performance on the field at game time and then went back to my dorm. I was going through hell but kept my head up and smiled. The only person to support me through all this was George. He. Again, his big black cock easily entered my anus with my help. I raised my legs to give him full access and guided his cock into me as well. As I layed there, it sounded like a party. Everyone was having a good time either fucking me, watching or getting sucked by me. While laying there getting fucked, my eyes rolled around then suddenly someone shoved their gross dirty fingers into my mouth. They tasted like shit! It was another black guy that looked crazy. He was gross, but I took his hand.