” He collapsed back into his seat, and I dropped to my knees on the floor in front of him. I sucked at his cock with amateurish fervor, desperately ...rying to catch him up to my own near-finish. With his head in my mouth, my mind now raced with the exhaustive list of things I had fantasized of doing before I exploded. I stood up, dropped my pants to the floor, kicked them off, and leaned over him. I braced myself against the back of the couch with one arm, pressing our slick throbbing cocks. The chief jerk tormenting poor Hassam was Wally Fuller, or WalMart as he was known because of his size. Six-foot-two, 220 lbs., he was easily the most formidable-looking student at Brooksville High, but fortunately, not the brightest. This day he was in his usual uniform of short, blond hair, blue jeans, Nikes and a red-and-black varsity jacket.The group of football players were having so much fun they hardly noticed our arrival."Say, Fuller," I said, as I stood about five feet away from him.. I try to say my deep regret and shame for my actions. But I say only a little, as soon as she understands my intent she stops me.“It’s all right, Hugo,” she says. “I think it was my fault, not yours. You thought I wanted to make love, didn’t you?”I do not know the making of love, but I think it is the way that people here—now—talk of mating. I nodded yes, and began to speak more but again she would not let me go on.“You don’t need to say any more. You stopped as soon as I showed you I didn’t,. Drunk like all get out. But she still I guess cared. She told me of wild parties she had with him. How he likes to get, I listened. It wasn’t till he beat her really bad that things got worse. She started talking about death, about quitting her medication. I told her she had better not. I for one would miss her. Let me stop right here for a second, Okay, now let’s see. We were online one night, talking and my online bf, showed up. I told him I was busy. He ask doing what? I told him I was with.