I ran atleast a mile. the girl gave chase. the area i reached had an alley. taking i sharp left, i entered it and hid behind an old car. it was quiet ...nd i hoped i had lost her. suddenly her silhouette blocked the sliver of light in the alley, and made it darker. shit.she approached slowly. her eyes hadn't adjusted, and she stumbled and fell on an old pipe. i saw my chance. leaping out, i ran. i should have run off, instead i landed on top of her. the weight knocked her breath out, the fall. I feel her hand in my crotch as her fingers grasp my now stiff cock bulging through my pants. Oh my God my cock is aching to be freed. I just have to get her away from this table and fuck her wet pussy. Just as I think things can go no further I feel her slowly unzip my pants, reach inside and release my cock into her hand. I gasp as she begins to stroke my hard cock and wonder how we can move this party away from the table. My finger slips in and out of her wet pussy, teasing her swollen clit,. "Hey, Derek, wouldn't it be cool if you were in The Program?" "Why would it be cool, Arie?" "I dunno, it just... Would." This while we're lying in bed after some great sex. "Why don't you sign up?" And when you've just had great sex with your girlfriend, you'll agree to just about anything she says. And so there I was.Now, this isn't to say Arie set me up or anything. I don't think she thought about the consequences either. It was just an idea she blithely tossed up and I just as blithely. He would not be guilty of paralysis by analysis. That's it, he mused, this weekend is for enjoyment, period, he could think about it all later. Although Patrick was s*******n years old and a college freshman, he would turn eighteen in two months, no need to tell his man that he was u******e, as this might spoil everything. He wanted this man and now he had him. He was everything a boy could want. Strong, handsome, although his hair was thinning, he had a flair and an air of success about him..