We run at our own pace and other than a few words of encouragement it stays pretty quiet. I usually run by myself, but maybe we could run together whi...e you get used to the team." What could I say? I wanted to be near this wonderful, smiling guy with the bright blue eyes and wonderful personality. I tried out for the team and made it! I improved quickly, and Brian was the key! When we ran I tried my best to stay with him. After a few weeks we always ran together. We would run along the Grand. I guess that'swhen it all began to change for me, I suddenly got strange urges I hadnever had before, perhaps the alcohol was playing games with my mind butnow years later I truly believe the new side of me that was revealed thatnight was always bound to show it self no matter what had happened thatweekend.Diane was fetching some mini bottles of vodka from the minibar and Isuddenly felt the uncontrollable urge to masturbate, not cause I was turnedon by her appearance but because she was right. I couldn’t see Papa forking over a bundle of cash for my college education when it took every penny he had just to keep the farm on a paying basis. One failed crop would cause a lot of grief; two failed crops and he’d be in hock up to his ears. And anyhow, it was obvious that, even though he didn’t hold out a lot of hope for me, he would still rather have a farmer for a son than a scholar. What good was a scholar?Well, that particular day I was hiding out in my little cubbyhole doing practice. Feel his cum. Make him cum..." Her fingers picked up speed.I picked up my speed, too. I began to stroke him on the upstroke as I sucked him deeply on the downstroke. It hit my gullet and I thought I'd choke so I backed off and continued but not as deep."You're making me cum, Stew...cum...ah, ah, ah."His cock seemed to add another inch in length as well as girth and it filled my mouth as it began to throb and shoot spurts of warm, salty fluid."Don't swallow...hold it in...save it...taste it,".