Raymond got the easy part off the boy at the door.“You can leave the helmet and pads there by the door. And take your sneakers off there too, please... No shoes in the apartment.”“Yeah, my mom has that rule too,” Jimmy said, shucking half of what he had on.Half way there, Raymond thought. “Come over and sit in this chair in front of the computer and I’ll show you what I got,” he said as he led the boy farther from the door out of the apartment.What I got for you is eight inches, Raymond was. “You’re home.”At her reassuring words, his whole body clenches. Pete freezes in the water, holding her tight, his fingers digging into her supple bottom. A surge flows from his core and spurts out with impossible satisfaction from his rigid cock. He fills her as she gasps and shudders announcing her own orgasmic release. Spent, but not exhausted, they kiss once more. The cool lake water continues to carry them without struggle or care. Pete feels no urgency, no rush, and knows he has much. I take the tip in my mouth, teasing, then take the whole head. He's still only half erect and even now I am having difficultly fitting the head in.He puts his hand on the back of my head and starts to gently fuck my mouth, "you like that baby?" he asks, I nod. He continues to fuck me like that for a few minutes, gradually getting deeper and his cock growing harder the whole time. I pull away. "Adam, there's something you need to know" I say, "I'm not like other girls". He looks at me. We don’t. Nobody kisses our butts. We play because we love sports. And we wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m living in the dormitories, located near downtown Boston. Ripley College spared no expense when it decided to add Football to its Department of Athletics. Thankfully, the Football program generated quite a lot of revenue in its first year. It cost the school two million dollars to begin a Football program. The program generated upwards of ten million bucks during its first year. I’m glad.