The only thought in my mind then was how lucky those people are who would get to see his body though the shirt.Another day, while he was teaching us, ...lectricity went off, he was wearing a shirt that day, it was too hot that particular day, he was sweating badly, he just unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, aah his beautiful smooth cleavage was just irresistible, and it turned even amazing when he tilted a bit to solve another boys doubt and his awesome ripped body was clearly visible. ..but that's another story.Anyway, I moved back in with my father at the ripe old age of 14, as a freshman in high school. By this time, I had had several different girlfriends, some of whom I had made out with and felt up, etc....so I was definitely getting some practice in getting aroused, but hadn't actually nutted or anything.Now, I had begun to masturbate about a year earlier (to like newspaper dept store bra / swimwear ads), when I was in the 8th grade...and although I had masturbated for. "Hey, dude, that was fucking brave. If I have to take some of the heat it's OK. I told you to stop lying to her."He took half a step toward me, clasping and unclasping his hands. "You know, she wasn't lying. We do have great sex. It's just..."The customer who'd laughed headed our way with a DVD in his hand."Later, dude," I said to Gavin. It was a dismissal. I still had a job here after all. "Call me and we can hook up if you want." I had to fight not to lick my lips, and I had to crush close to. “Are you okay, baby? Do you need a rest?” I asked, leaning over her sweaty back.“No, no, Jack. Please don’t stop. It feels so good!”“You’ve got a hot ass, baby. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you,” I said, as odd as it sounded, and gripped her hips and started thrusting harder. Her sphincter was stretched around my cock, squeezing with a fantastic grip. I felt my balls swelling with a huge load that would soon be flooding her bowels. I was getting close.We were grinding into each other.