“Remember what I said,” she barks. “I remember.” Left corner post. The same location I’ve missed since the clocks hit zeros in this very sta...ium, on this exact side of the field. One shot for a different sort of dream fulfillment. Feet dancing. Stutter step. Sasha grins, and starts to lean. The devious little shit is going for the block. Should have expected that. She hated losing as much as me. I toe the ball with as much controlled power as I can and it takes off in slow motion, bending. All innocent, just boys being boys probably. But every time I’d leave, I would masturbate. Sometimes I wouldn’t even wait until I got home. Stopping behind a building or in a field, I’d stroke myself until I came. At night, alone in my bed, I’d think about sex. Like most boys that age I guess, I was always so horny and would touch myself. But probably unlike other boys, I didn’t think about girls so much, more about boys. Boys and their cocks.Then it happened. In Derick’s room, he said how. I always searched for the downside to balance against the positive benefits. This “treatment” triggered alarm bells for several reasons. First, I'm not to keen on inserting mechanical devices into biological organisms (see surgical implants noted above). Second, these “cumbots” were injected into my urethra. Forgive me for my belief in the creation of a tube for elimination shouldn't be used conversely.I hate enemas for that reason. Finally, along with a fore mentioned “sleeping dog”. It is the knot that was really big, how about you.She said it feels huge and like you, his cock is fucking me and the knot is just sort of jammed just inside me.Randy was fucking her almost exactly as he fucked me. It took him a bit longer than it took him to cum with me but Sandra seemed to be enjoying it a bit more than me and it wasn’t as uncomfortable in her as it was in me it seemed. She was certainly enjoying being fucked by her dog.The he growled and I could tell by looking at his head.