He seemed almost shy as he removed his boxers and revealed his limp dick."It's definitely not like last time," he said."Don't worry Mr. B. This is lik... bracketing. We've discovered how much is too much. Now we might have undershot, but it's important to see what results we can achieve with this dose, unless that's too much of a financial hardship?" No, don't worry about the money, Celeste. I can afford whatever it takes to feel half as good as I felt when I woke up the next day after that. It was the middle of the week and it was common place for a group of the junior year boys to hang out in the stands of the football stadium after school and watch the younger sophomore and freshman JV cheerleader’s practice. It couldn’t be helped. Common knowledge around the school was that 75% of the cheerleaders put out for just about any guy so most of the Junior and Senior cheerleaders, who were on the Varsity squad, were well broken in. Although that typically meant that they had. I married your mother because I was in love with her… but she didn’t love me. Your mother was in love with and engaged to marry my best friend, Jay Howard. You were named for him. He was killed in an auto accident just three months before they were to be married. Your mother was heartbroken and so was I.’ He looked away and took a deep, ragged breath before he continued. ‘We comforted each other, and one night just a couple of weeks after the accident… your mother let me make love to her. Then. His cock strains against his shorts to the point that the outline of his helmet headed cock is visibly outlined. I enjoy the show of watching his cock bob up and down as he walks toward me. Bryan stands before me and places my hand on his hard cock. He asks me if I want his hard cock, if I want him to fuck me. I tell him I do and he instructs me to get my pants and shoes on. Bryan slips his cock back in his underwear then leads me to a corridor, then a back door. He tells me he lives only 5.