She found a sign on a door with the letters GBT tryouts and her tight asshole clenched in anticipation as she pushed the door open. She walked down a ...light of stairs into a room with a worn leather couch. The floor was bare concrete and the room was lit with just one hanging bulb. "Are you Chloe?"She couldn't see anyone. Nervously, she answered, "Yeah I'm, uhh, here to try out for the team"She heard footsteps, and three large, muscled men came out the shadows. She heard a door close and lock. Half way through, Meagan my partner walks in, looking fine from head to toe, dressed all in black, skimpy clothes with black eye liner on and black netted tights showing her glowing, long legs. Fixated on her body like never before she shines before my eyes, winks at me at walks away, heading for the bedroom, closing the door behind her. Playing hard to get was not even close to describing it. Reading the note hanging from the bedroom door it reads ‘How about that fantasy of yours?’ Wide-eyed. He taught me what porn was, then I was just a prepubescient dude who didn’t know anything about sex. Sure I played with my peepee (I called it that before) when I was four, I remember fucking a stuffed bear that my family had in their bedroom. I couldn’t come though, so when he showed me porn and I started jacking off again, I squirted and it felt really good.So fourth period flew by real fast. It was lunch and I sat with Jim, Kathy (one of our other friends) and Julie (Jim’s girlfriend). I. Don got down on the ground and looked between my legs. He watched with delight as a yellow stream of warm piss raced out of my hole and into the cup.He waited until I shook the last drop out of my soaking wet pussy and then he took the cup and drank it.“If it’s free,” Don turned to my daughter who had been standing over us and watching. She understood what he wanted. She took her skirt off first too.“I noticed you always remove your skirt first even though you have shoes on. Is that something.