Story is still work in progress, but I wanted to have some feedback before continuing any further. Also if you find any bugs/inconsistensies in the st...ry, please point them out. The story starts to get so complicated with the large amount of variables that I might not notice everythingINTRODUCTION:You are Mike, an 18-years-old boy spending his last summer home, before moving out to college. You currently live in your parents house, conviently located just outside of a relatively large city.Your. The first night there, we grilled some carne asada, drank too much beer, smoked tons of joints, and partied late into the night. The next day was all about the wave runners. After a fun filled day riding them (along with Andrea and I stopping at a sand bar to get it on), we grilled some burgers, and all of us sat around the kitchen table to play cards and other drinking games. Eventually we ended up playing poker, which I absolutely suck at. Josh and Chris were winning as usual, and everyone. A wet spot. I laid down next to it. I let the aroma of the fresh cum intoxicate me. I had never ever done this before and I let my fingers slide inside my robe and down my panties. My pubic hair was wet already. I put my fingers down my slit and rubbed my clit. Now I felt the excitement of sneaking a wank with them able to come home at any time now. I opened my legs wide open and started in. I could feel and orgasm building. I pushed my fingers in my pussy, in and out like Troy was having sex. A. upheld higher standards than other preparatory schools. The message; Bancroft Preparatory students were coddled sissies; C.M.A. students were men. He proclaimed that our varsity team would kick Bancroft's ass.In actuality, Bancroft couldn't field a competitive team of scrubs because their board-of-directors and faculty did not place the same reverence to the game as the men who guided our curriculum. Boys were sent to C.M.A. because football was used as a teaching tool. Boys were sent to.