Inside the room I closed the door and leaned against it. I noticed I had a nice tent going on again, and slid my hand into my boxers. I wrapped my han... around my cock, starting to stroke it, wanting, no, needing relief of my erection.I had a nice steady stroke going, smearing the precum over the hard purple head as I moaned lightly. I quickened my pace, knowing I was almost there, but then looked over to the bedside table, seeing I only had thirty minutes to get to work. I stopped stroking my. It didn’t help much. Or maybe it did, since without my hand protecting me, I’d probably been counting stars for a while. Now I’d probably have only mediocre headache, but my left hand was totally useless. Before I had time to wonder if there were any bones broken, I got another extremely hard hit from the baton, and this time to my left leg which gave away under me. It hurt like a hell and I heard Caryn scream.“Please don’t hurt him, please.”I heard a laugh. Sean, of course. And I could see. Most feared someone would recognize their car or something, lol. It was on the corner, and parking in the back, with a fence around it. There weren't a lot of booths in the back---maybe about 15 or so. I just walk through the curtain into the dark room and holler out “yo”. Knowing my deep voice was all that was necessary for one of my bois to recognize it was me. Ricky hollers back with 'Im here'. I boldly ask him what's he doing. He responds with “suckin dick yo---what else”? I kinda chuckle. "Kristen already left," I said, avoiding the subject. "I'm riding with Camille today, also."Sherry nodded."So, how did it go?" I asked, knowing already what Camille had told me."Well," Sherry said. "When I got there, they warned me that generally speaking, sophomores usually go into junior varsity cheerleaders, but they are a joke. They're usually just the girlfriends of the jocks playing junior varsity football. I was the only sophomore at the auditions today."I nodded, but was ignorant of the.