So when he got home from baseball practice, I followed him into his room and sat on the side of his messy bed. "How'd it go?" I asked.He nodded his sh...ggy head. "Got to pitch some batting practice," he said, stripping off his shirt, tossing it toward the wash bag and pulling on an old Orioles t-shirt. I was surprised to see the muscles the kid had. He was ripped, seriously cut I mean, hard abs and wide chest, great shoulders."They ever give you a bad time in the showers?"He smiled. "Yeah. They. She had dreamed of release from Natoma’s catch-as-catch-can meager parsonage, stuffed with all of the broken and cast-off furnishings of a tightfisted, poverty-stricken congregation. And she dreamed of freedom from the one-room schoolhouse, where Ada had spent her youth. A schoolhouse to which she had now, in her eighteenth year, returned to lay waste to the youth of another generation of ill-dressed and barely literate children—one day a student and the next day the new schoolmarm, simply by. But now, I had been caught red handed. The security guard was lurking behind a pillar. He saw me sliding the handful of black lady’s underwear into my bag. I was virtually frogmarched into the general manager’s office, past rows of sniggering secretaries, with a “here’s-another-one” expression on their faces. She was a very feminine general manager. Immaculately groomed, impeccably dressed, and wafting perfume with a stern face. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature,. Oh yeah. Right there. Right there. Right theeeeeeerrrrrrrrree ..." The front third of his cock swelled like a balloon as he thrust himself deep in my throat. He let out a long, keening cry and his hot semen exploded in my mouth. Considering he had just cum less than an hour before, I was amazed at how much there was, enough that some of it escaped the side of my mouth and dribbled down my chin.I was still painfully hard from when he'd sucked me just before, made even harder by what a turn on it.