WORLD CHAMPION JAKE FORBER HAS DISLOCATED HIS RIGHT SHOULDER FROM THE IMPACT OF HIS FALL. THEREFORE THIS MATCH IS CONSIDERED A DRAW. SINCE THERE IS NO...SIGNIFICANT EVIDENCE THAT MR. MICHAELS WOULD HAVE WON HAD THE MATCH CONTINUED."Arrian woke up Saturday roughly before noon. The tournament was finally over, and he had done fairly well. There was something that had left him uneasy from the whole event. After the last match as he was changing, he was approached with an invitation to meet other. We played for about 45 minutes and, I have to admit, I was getting bored/tired. This was my third dude and all I wanted at this point was to drink his cum and be left alone. After what seemed like an interminable amount of time (and unnecessary dialog), he was ready to shoot. Like the last guy, he grabbed his dick and started stroking it while he held my head just above it. This time, when he was ready to shoot, he shoved his head onto his cock and filled my mouth with his cum. Once again, I. Michelle? Her! Shit, I wanted to date that girl. I wanted her to like me, or at least get the chance to have her like me. She’d see my little willy and burst out laughing. And that beautiful, snotty Genevieve. Or Zzzhen-vee-evv, or however the hell she always insisted I pronounce it. And the rest of these girls that I knew from the dances and the teas, and from basketball games and on and on. I’d never be able to show my face again at Grimsley. Or at East Point. Or anywhere in Armpit, New York,. ”Eric looked up from the table, his body completely still as he met his brother's eyes. “Infatuation?”“Oh, come on, Eric. You can't possibly have genuine feelings for her. I can see why you'd be attracted to her, but you can't honestly say you love her,” he argued. Eric felt his hands curl into fists, felt his body tense and his muscles coil, ready to strike him if he needed to. “You have no idea what you're talking about. You're controlling and manipulative, the only way you know how to show.