I’m a bee; his words and ideas are nectar to me and I could listen to him speak for hours.He stops, mid-sentence, then kisses my head.“I’m sorry... for the way things ended,” Mark says. “It’s haunted me a bit over the years. I did care about – love – you, but I couldn’t see a way forward.”I reach up and put my finger to his lips. “Shush. We had to finish it. And anyway, we’ve found each other again, so...”“All’s well that ends well.”--There’s a tap on my door at half six. I open it to find Emily. It wasn't meant to hurt as much as titillate. She began with my thighs swinging from above her head to maximize the blows. It didn't hurt like I knew my belt would but there was an intense stinging sensation wherever she landed her blows.Again she worked her way around my raging erection hitting my legs, my stomach, even my chest causing my nipples to ache as badly as my cock. I wanted to yell out for her to let me cum but the thought of the ball gag kept me quiet.My cock was still oozing. I started with locker 1, which belonged to our quarterback, James. He stood almost 6 feet tall, wavy blonde hair, nice defined body and a nice set of balls and a dusting of fur over his 40" chest. His cock was usually small and stayed that way even with all the girl talk. Let's see, helmet, check, pads, check, 2 practice jerseys, check, 3 game shirts, check, cup and jock, check and check cleats, check. Locker 2, back-up quarterback, wait I have not done laundry yet, the QB jock was worn for. Lekin meri ek shart hai.Aap jo bolo bhai.Jo tune Manoj ke saath kiya, woh ab tu mere saath karegi…. Woh bhi rozana.Yeh keh kar maine apne kapde utaar diye aur apna lauda sehlane laga. Main kursi main baitha tha, woh darte darte mere paas aake khadi ho gayi….. Maine use ishara kiya aur woh nangi ho gayi. Maine uski chut ko haath lagaya, woh gilee thi.Saali kutiya kitni badi raand hai…. Tapak rahi hai teri chut. Maine uska sir pakda aur niche le gaya.Usne mera lund apne honthon se pakda aur use.