“Lift the front of your robe serf Travis.” Travis did as he was commanded. He stood in front of King Jake holding up his robe, his hard cock protr...ding outwards. King Jake raised his right hand and with the swiftness of the wind, sharply slapped Travis’s throbbing hard cock. Travis grunted and dropped his robe and fell to one knee, balancing himself with his right hand. “Oh god!” he moaned. “Stand up serf Travis,” King Jake commanded. Travis stood. “Lift your robe again.” With shaking hands. Even when he smiled and, without reservation, showed his braces, he was cute. Both of us were still a bit naive, at our age, so, what happened was very genuine and confusing to begin with. We'd often walk home after class, together and spent time at his house goofing off since it was a single parent home and his mom was usually working until late. Things started out with some light wrestling. I was always pretty good at it. Quick but too thin to join a team. Stephen was always up for. It had come on fast, he had excused himself and gotten a quarter of theway across the crowded ballroom cutting between the men in suits and womenin dresses before the undeniable proof of his failure came as his gazeseemed to home in like a laser on a man on the far side of the room as theother man seemed to home in on him. For a few seconds they had looked ateach other longingly like a couple out of a old romance film, then eachhad realized what he was doing leading both of them violently break. She looked rearward in time to feel his hand on her back, pushing her torso forward, while her dress was lifted."Oh, hey," she said, making eye contact with the man's deep green eyes as she leaned on her hands, her hair slightly cascading into her view.He was older, probably early 40s. Nice, shorter hair with some grey, several inches taller than her, and he was sweaty like he had just gone for a run, his tanned white skin still glistening in the late morning light."Hey, watch the waters.