” Then after lifting his body up he looked at Josh and said, “Smell that mouth and tell me I’m not kidding.”Josh now leaned in and concurring ...eplied, “Fuck, bro, you’re right. We are definitely going to have to clean this fucking ashtray.”I had a vision of having soap being put in his mouth and most probably having my head flushed down the toilet. As anxious as I was about that likelihood, it was infinitely preferable to more detention. Strangely, I found myself quite turned-on by my. He'd lie on top of me, I'd spread my legs and he'd enter, fucking me until the sun came up.One night, while stroking my rod and my nipples, I dreamt he went down on me, deep throating my rod. I arched my back as I could almost feel his tongue sneaking out to touch my balls, and his finger probing my hole. When I came, and was satisfied my dream lover looked up at me. He had the face of Roberto.I had fallen for my mentor.Another sleepless night! For hours, I wrestled with what to do. I wasn't. Sally often stopped by her desk after class to discuss some author or book. The two of them had a great deal in common and they shared many of the same views on life and literature. To Sam, Sally seemed much older than eighteen, with a maturity that was beyond her years. They had gone to lunch together on several occasions after finding themselves engrossed in a good-natured debate. They even talked about collaborating on an essay as part of a contest where the prize was a graduate scholarship. You look good and you feel good. Now it is time to go. You phone for a cab and it is at the front of your house in minutes. You direct the driver to the hotel,feeling nervous on the journey, you arrive and pay off the taxi. The automatic doors swing open and you go straight to reception and ask for your man. Within a couple of minutes he emerges from the lift and for the very first time, you lay eyes on each other. He walks towards you, his eyes never leaving yours. He stands in front of you.