He bent his head down to my cock, as he spread his manslit wide for my darting tongue, then took my whole shaft into his mouth down to the base of my ...alls. I felt my cock pulse, and as my tongue tasted the inner depths of his musky manpussy, I began to spasm into his mouth from deep in my fuckmuscle. I never thought I would have my mouth at the opening where shit spews, and that thought, coupled with his mouth on my cock, was too wild for me to hold back any longer. Then Jack turned abruptly. "You are a football team. I am saying this you for one reason. My teamwill play team ball, NOT ME BALL. If any you can't play as a teamplayer. There is the door," I said pointing to the exit.Nobody got up and left."I haven't looked at last years films and I don't plan on doing so," Itold them. "As of right now no one I mean no one has a starting job.Every one will have to earn their job."Wally Claxon asked. "Why do I need to earn my job? I started all oflast year's games at quarterback?" You. You are in your bedroom on your bed, the top of which is many feet off the floor. A soft cotton towel covers your body as you lay on top of the covers. You hear my footsteps as I enter the room, I say hello and sit next to you on the edge. I have brought oil with me for your massage tonight. As I open the lid you smell coconut. You feel me moving the towel so that it lays across you now, covering the middle of your back and part of your thighs, I marvel at the glimpse of the supple curves I saw. . I slipped as I ran to the door and fell through the doorway of M004 with Mr. Jameson and the class of fresh-faced ten year olds watching me. The cool kids up the back started sniggering at me while the emo’s in the middle looked down trying not to laugh in case I might hurt them later.“You must be Matt,” Mr. Jameson, “Take a seat so we can finally start.”“Yes Sir, sorry.” I murmured as I took a seat off to the right hand side away from his desk behind a very cute little blonde haired girl.