The girl had spent most of her free time in the library, organizing it and making lists of the books she found there. The mere fact the room had any b...okcases at all was mainly due to Christine's pestering Raoul for them. The young Vicomte, realizing the library was the only place where the girl's melancholy was not as deep, happily acquiesced to her request and provided enough cases to fill the room. Unfortunately, the number of books owned by the opera house was greater than the room. So—anyways, back to PONY, and the locker rooms :)We had a pretty hot n sweaty practice this one afternoon. Even though a spring sport—it got hot in Texas pretty fast. My shoes had gotten kinda tight as my feet were growing like I was feeding them fertilizer---already at a sz 11, I truly had some big feet, and dick :) I shucked them, and my socks off, and tying the laces together, slung them over my shoulder---a jock thing :) Walking across the soft grass of the field to the field house,. The exhilaration he was feeling was addictive; just as addictive (though he no longer cared) as the images he loved watching of huge, well-endowed black men, fucking gorgeous white women (women he knew he'd never have, and partly didn't want).As he quietly sat there, his hand lightly, almost teasingly, stroking his straining cock, there again was that fascinating eroticism he felt at the very thought that his seed, his Caucasian seed, would never create a baby; not in one of thosebeautiful. I followed it obediently for several passes before finally sighing. "Come on Dad, Everything you know about medicine you learned from watching St. Elsewhere in college. You told me so yourself!" I sat up then, adjusting my shirt. "Help me up. Really, I feel fine." Fine," he said, giving me that patented parental stare that seemed to defy you to be anything but perfectly well. "But we're making an appointment for a complete physical as soon as we get home!"To this day I wonder at the calm with.