”“Empty your apartment. Store whatever you need at MY place.”“I’m not sleeping butt to butt with you all summer with both of us in PJs.”�...Then we need further discussion,” I said.“Discuss this, bud,” she countered, wrapping me up in an embrace, her lips stopping me from any further speech, not that my brain was up to it anyway. When we broke the kiss, we were sprawled on the bed, legs laced together.I didn’t want this to ever stop, so for a while, it didn’t, then her eyes at close distance,. Rubbing my eager five inches of cock was unsatisfying, so after a bit I cautiously eased it out and began a more serious attempt at self-gratification. Keeping time with the raw action being flashed in front of me, I quickly became oblivious to the world around me.After a few minutes, I was ready to explode, and had a large handkerchief ready to mop up the cum. Just before the big event, I felt a tap on my shoulder and a deep voice behind me said, "Boy, it looks like you got mo than you're. Boy feels the last spurt of Sirs sperm, Sirs cock pulling out with a wet slap. But boy is still peaking he isn’t finished. He feels suddenly, horrifyingly empty inside, stopped.With Sirs cock gone he cant finish, and he feels emotionally high but physically unsatisfied, horny as hell with desire to be filled and touched. He pushes his hips back, squirming like a slut, his slit leaking thick white cream. ?Please...don’t stop...oh god please? he says. But Sir’s finished, wiping his spermy dick on. None of the coaches could speak, because each one needed a moment to fight back the sickness erupting from their stomachs. The only voice heard was their star running back, crying to his offensive line about the lack of any running lanes for him to exploit. None of the linemen were looking up or even really paying attention to the spoiled brat, as he cried and bellowed about how they were losing him his perfect season.There was one lineman who was glowering at Rodney, so the star running back.