I might be a bit of a charmer u known. . Soon we started messaging, and had talks once in a while. It used to be a bit mischievous. But not phone sex....Being my senior she was not that close to me during college hours.I play football and on that fateful day, she was there in the ground. I waved at her, and she smiled. As i came from the ground i check my phone and i saw a message. This is how it goesSelma: heyaMe: heloooSelma: finished playingMe: yea . . Y?Selma: come to the 2nd floorMe: sure. . Do you have a fetish for violence or something? Because the first time we met you didn't spare a second glance at me, but as soon as I snap at you and threaten you your panties get wetter than an olympic swimmer." Esmeralda shrugged before answering "I have a thing for guys with balls of the Manly variety. Boys are not welcome. I thought we established that earlier, no?" "Well, I was blinded by rage one moment, and by lust right after so forgive me for not remembering." Esmeralda sighed. “Brian, oh my God, what’s wrong?” she cried out, stepping back.“It’s ok Court, I am just really sore.” I answered.“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” she whispered, tears forming in her eyes.I reassured Courtney I was ok and hugged her gently. Her father stepped up and extended his hand.“Great game Brian. You were head and shoulders better than anyone on that field. I can’t remember watching someone dominate a high school game like you just did.” he boomed.“Thank you Mr. Timmons.” I replied, shaking. My briefs were still covering my privates. I'm not even sure if I was breathing or not but Ricky watched me and reassuringly nodded his head. There it is. Awesome, b*o! We'll service ourselves together. I smiled sheepishly and tried to emulate my older brother's attitude; casual, cool and really into it. But it just wasn't me. This really felt really gay or maybe just wrong. But I couldn't bear his disapproval. I snapped my underwear down, revealing my stiff cock and grabbed it. It had never.