I’m not like the usual dreamer. Sure, I’d love to get a job playing football after college, but I’m definitely more realistic. If it happens gre...t, but if it doesn’t, I’ll have my degree and be able to work possibly as an Investment Banker or maybe an Oil Trader selling futures. Luckily, my father has lots of connections and will be able to get me a job in my field. I’ll tell you a little story about my senior year in high school. Our English teacher had gone out on maternity leave mid-year. As she closed her eyes, her movements slowly increased in speed, while she sucked in her bottom lip. I felt my manhood stir as I looked down on that amazing scene beneath my window. Her right hand tugged on her nipples and twisted them, first left, then right, until they looked like little fingertips trying to poke through the fabric of her t-shirt. Her left hand was a bit further down her panties now and judging from how it moved, she had one or more fingers stroking in and out of herself. My. Father’s cock rising to attention again at the sexy scene of his parishioner in growing pashion…Jack and I making the priest hot again but it was Jack’s turn…and mine. “He’s just lickering you up…you want finishing…I’ll help…here, turn over on the couch.” I turned and rested on the couch…my ass in full presentation. Daniel lifted Jack alongside me and I felt the dog’s cock on my back…poking around…I moved my bottom for position…then…”Hold still, I think you‘re ready,” he said and I did…the. As I glanced to see who had spoke to me I saw he had a damn good cock that was almost hard and had to be over eight inches (I later learned firsthand it was a little over a beautiful nine inches). As I had had a few drinks, I agreeably replied, “They damn sure do! They don’t give a shit if your cock is rock hard and you have ‘blue-balls’ because you can’t cum.” Then I got the surprise of my life. He reached over and took a hold of my cock, which instantly jumped all the way rock-hard. I don’t.