The guy to my right, 6” guy, takes his hand from its resting place on my cock and in a move like a teenager at the movies, makes an exaggerated yawn...noise and places his arm around my shoulders across the back of the couch. Everyone has a quick chuckle, but it stops as he surprises me again and pulls me towards him as he leans in and kisses me. Full on, tongue down the throat, forceful and quite passionate. Not what I expected when kissing a man for the first time! He breaks away, but maintains. ‘Your name, sweety.’ Max looked at Henry and said. ‘I’m Max, and I belong completely to my master Daren.’ Her voice was so perfect that even the people at the jock table leaned forward and a large aura of disbelief washed over them. Henry blinked. ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ Max looked at Daren for permission to talk again. When he nodded she said. ‘No I am not allowed to kid when referring to my duty to my master.’ Daren placed his hand on her shoulder. ‘It’s time for you to get to class.’. Sulking and and angry I lathered up and was about to rinse off, when I turned around to see my adversary under the first shower head. I could not help but stare at his body as he lathered up, his muscles were ripped and tight and as he turned I saw his huge fuck tool hanging from his mid section. I stared too long and was brought back by my adversary calling out 'WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOKING AT???' I looked up as he started to come in my direction, with each step his cock got harder and harder. Dad’s pick-up pulled into the drive right after 5:15. He looked rough, and headed to the house. I stayed outside until Shelly called out that dinner was ready. Shelly was cool to me during dinner, and didn’t say much. Dad even noticed, and asked about it. “Nothing is wrong,” she said, when he asked, “Just quiet I guess.” I wasn’t sure how to read Shelly, so I figured “I would grab the bull by the horns,” so to speak. “Dad, Is it OK if I go to Rick’s tonight after supper?”.