. at least you can use the right word. It was bigger and seemed to be thicker than Ryan's. Neither one of them had the get-lost-in-them slate gray eye... that Prescott had.ACK. I was dripping tomato juice on my English Muffin. Got lost in remembering all the boys and the feelings. AND I had a date with the eyes tonite. Assuming that wasn't just a joke. I didn't think it was a joke. Not to mention that Rudolfo was part of the 'thing' in the weight room yesterday. That was awesome. They had me. She turned around and walked toward the corner of the building, putting some real action into her ass, knowing I was watching. At the corner she turned, smiled, and went around. I followed as quickly as I could, my cock already bursting.The gym door was closing just as I turned the corner, and I caught it just before it closed. I ducked inside.She was behind the bleachers on an exercise mat, that same dirty smile on her face, her skirt pulled up, her fingers reaching down to her tight red. He turned to the girl and told her "Jessica, that felt really nice!" He noticed a slightly panicked look on her face, and asked. "What's wrong?" We've got to go right back! Hurry!" He was puzzled until he saw her squirm in on the seat."I'll run down the path out of sight. You holler when I can come back, OK?" Wasting no more time, he sprinted off, making sure he was out of sight, and hoping he was still in earshot. In a few minutes, he faintly heard her calling his name, and walked back toward. The rhythm guitar man was in another bathroom having a piss and promptly leapt from the window into the swimming pool where he stayed, shivering until it was all over and watched as his two fifteen year old companions were put into the back of a police car to be reunited with their "caring" parents!Me? I was luckier than any of them, my two young friends had been on the balcony, amusing me by seeing who could piss the furthest and had seen the cars screeching to a halt outside.It took them just.