”Kneeling down to examine Harry, the coach said, “Too bad we don’t have an extreme fighting team. I’d want this boy on it. He definitely won t...at fight.”Lisa asked, “Is he all right?”“It looks like he broke a finger and lost a nail. He got hit in the eye, but I don’t see any real damage to it. He’s going to have a real shiner in the morning. I don’t see any other broken bones, but we’ll know more when he gets to the hospital.” The coach checked for a concussion but didn’t see the obvious signs.. I felt hands on my ass spreading my cheeks and Dickey's hard dick on my asshole. I heard him spit and felt him on my little rosebud. My only lube would be spit; this was going to be rough. Dickey showed no mercy as he worked himself into me, forcing his meat into my ass while I took his father's rod into my throat.My naturally fat ass was fast turning red as Dickey fucked me and slapped it hard. I felt a wave of self-loathing as the pleasure built up in me. Here I was being fucked again, with a. He was erect. “My cock would like to see it”.The very next day Daniel rang the woman up and booked me in. He think he somehow realised that I was interested but didn’t want to admit. I let him decide but I knew how HE felt about it. The appointment (I call it that) was for 2pm Saturday. All morning my stomach was full of butterflies. I wanted to say no a hundred times but didn’t. The thought of that huge dog cock was burned into my brain. Finally we drove to the address. It was just a normal. The mule contentedly began drinking.Roy unlimbered the garden hose. He added fresh water to the trough. Doc and Morgan walked over and affectionately, vigorously, pumped his hand.“Good to see you Roy. You look like you been on the trail quite awhile! Bet you’re pretty wore out! Morgan? Inform Ma we have a hungry guest for supper. Then see to Roy’s mount. Please!”“I wouldn’t want to put your folks out none. But to be honest, if you’re serving anything but dog!Then, I’d be pleased to sit at your.