“Hello?”“Is this Albert Collins?” a voice he didn’t recognize asked. Al was instantly on guard, as no one familiar with him would call him b... his full name.“Yes it is. Who is this?”“My name is Philippe Moritz. I’m a reporter for the Daily Tribune. I spoke with your mother earlier.”“My mother? I can’t picture her calling you.”“Don’t worry, she didn’t. I heard about your story from your neighbor and I contacted her to get your perspective.”Al’s phone buzzed, indicating another call, but he. He lifted me, my thighs on his shoulders still eating me. Making his way to the stairs, working his tongue so good, making me come left and right. He set me on the steps, and came up to kiss me. “My turn,” I said with a vengeance Going down on him pulling his pants down I grabbed his thick dick and put it in my mouth. As he tried to take his polo of he groaned “Oh fuck babe”, he finally got it off I knew I was doing it good, he couldn’t lean back, his pre coming in my mouth as I’m sucking and. Walking into the locker room and around the partition he felt like he stubbed his toe when he found some Black k** stuffing clothes into "his" lucky locker. 'Better hurry up fellas, if the weather continues as is, we may close early, said one of the attendants.' Myron frowned and took two lockers away from the k**. For a moment he wondered if his luck was about to change. As he changed into his workout gear he looked over at the boy, he figured he was about eighteen or so, short, and rather. ‘She didn’t say yes.’ ‘Now, that’s another story.’ Arní said. ‘Turned out she was already busy jumping the bones of another guy when I called. Anyway, what I mean is that if there’s a will, there’s a handsome devil with a way. In this case me, and my index finger.’ ‘Your—index finger?’ I said. ‘The very same index finger that will punch you the key code to the door.’ ‘Oh, that finger.’ He stood up and went over to the little key panel. Four faint beeps later, there was an even fainter click..