A loser. You will never amount to anything."Charlie's face turned red while his classmates snickered. But all of a sudden the room became as quiet as ... convent during silent prayers. That is, except for the gasps. Mr. Pruss was frantically pulling his zipper down, and then his hand disappeared into the opening and emerged clutching his cock. He stumbled backwards and leaned against the big oak desk with his fist sliding up and down his now hard cock."Mr. Pruss, what are you doing?" Cathy Morgan. Pushing up to meet him, I could feel his stomach quivering as he tried to hold it together, but I didn’t want him to keep his composure. I wanted him to lose control. I started whispering in his ear, telling him how good it felt to have him inside me, how big he felt, how sexy he was. I pushed up into him, begging him to fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper. Suddenly I felt his control break and he just started pounding into me. Pushing up away from me a little, he let go of my hands and flipped us. AndI hated to admit it. "You were right, you jerk." "I knew it," he nodded. "On the other hand," I told him, "it was tons of fun. And we raninto Rachel again." He shook his head. "I'm beginning to worry about you, Tucker." I shrugged. "What else can I do? If She's not getting ideas, therest of them are." "Like what?" asked Kathy, who I'd forgotten was there. I looked at her. She looked at me. We both started to laugh. "What?" asked Mike. We had to do a bunch of basic calisthenics, not just anybody going into the Army, but also the other guys. We had a couple of sailors, a couple of Marine wannabes, somebody for the Coast Guard, and a pair of flyboys for the Air Force. While most of the services had different standards, everybody got tested on a bunch of things. We had to run a mile and get timed, and they timed how fast we could do sit-ups or push-ups or pull-ups, that sort of thing. You had to do a certain minimum number of.