Patrolman Culver was holding the line, and I went to see what was going on. The owner of the Club, the legendary rapper T-Square, was trying to come o...t.’ ‘Let him through, Culver. And his Regiment.’ I said. Culver did so. The bodyguards stayed near the door, while the lawyer came up with T-Square. ‘I am seeing too much of you at my clubs without paying the cover charge, I.C.’ said T-Square. He was in a heavy black coat and was wearing his trademark shades. ‘And I hate the professional visits. ” She fell back on the bed, spreading her legs, her arms reaching up, her round tits and nipples looking luscious through the tight blouse. I stood above her, looking down at her, and took off my jeans. My cock was like an iron rod and she looked at it and then at my eyes and said, “Come on, mister, fuck me with that cock. Give it to me!” I loved looking at her open juicy pussy, her legs spread wide apart. I got down on my knees between her legs and put my cock at her entrance. She lifted. And I promise again the promise I made to you the first time. We might not always be lovers, but I will always love you. Always, Brian. Always." She sucked my cock practically down her throat and I saw stars as I came. She choked slightly, but didn't let me withdraw. If anything, she pulled me in deeper. And when I was spent, she pulled back and gasped. My cock started to deflate, temporarily sated, as she crawled up my body and lay beside me on the bed, holding me as we both came down."I have. ... His form extinguished by the hood of my car raging into him outside of his jock club, the mma fighting club where I'd first gotten homoerotic thoughts about him. I held it back and back and back... until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car.