I was partying and got pissed, went back to my boyfriends house and passed-out. What I did not know was that my scum-bag boyfriend was behaving like a...prize prick, and showing off to his mates, my passed-out lifeless body, at first just me, then later, as I was out cold, revealing my underwear.Of course they were baying for more, they wanted to see everything, but thankfully I awoke and punched his lights out.I stormed out of his house and made my way back into town, on foot. Then my phone rang. How he would smell when he would come in off the road. I don't think he took a shower the whole time he was gone. Even though I hated his guts, I still missed him. I remembered back to the night he called me 'daddy's lil champ' ---it brought a smile to my face, and I felt my dick stirr just a bit. I reached down and began tickling the hairs on my balls. Usually, just a couple of minutes was all it took to get stuff stirred up. Grabbing my dickhead in my fist, and rubbing my thumb across my piss. ”“Wow!” I started laughing.“What’s so funny? I thought you wanted to talk to me to rescue me from the clutches of that awful director!”“Have you been in his clutches?” I was a little concerned.“No,” she sighed. “He’s really nice. And he’s patiently trying to coach me through this stuff. I just feel so out of my depth. How was your summer?”“Wretched,” I grinned. “I played Petruchio for a director whose ideas for the character are polar opposite of mine and then, while I was performing, I had to. I heard the faint snaps and rustles of the boy unbuckling his father's belt and then the distinct and instantly recognizable sound of the zipper on Ed's jeans being pulled down. Concentrating on my poker hand began to become very difficult as I watched Mathew's head start to bob up and down in his father's lap.If it was difficult for me, it must have been nigh impossible for Ed, as he lost the next two hands in a row to Dave and I respectively. Bill was soon out of the game, having lost all his.