.. we'll be back at the park entrance in about ten minutes."I looked over at Paul, he had turned away and looked as if he was gonna pee. Still on my h...nds and knees I crawled up behind him and delicately closed three fingers around his soft cock."Whoaaa...," he said looking down surprised."I wanna see what it feels to hold you when you pee..." He relaxed and I felt the hot stream begin. I swooned as imagined turning his soft cock towards me and letting it spray unto my face, while lapping it. I'm going to bed now. I have a full schedule tomorrow at the club. Dream of me?" I will," I promised and we ended the call.Well, so much for getting my rocks off. I wondered if she was in trouble with her parents. Or worse, did she have something serious to discuss with me? Why did I let her make me nervous? Perhaps it was nothing.Mr. Oldham came back downstairs, wanting to hear about the game. We sat down and I told him how many times we had to punt the ball and how I had been the first one. The news dwarfed all of the previous weeks' whispers.I was immediately worried about Jesse and went out of my way to find him. He was visibly shaken. "I can't believe it, John," he said. "Everything the team worked for is gone. They fucking ruined things for everyone. Joey Walton was all set to go be an Aggie. You know his parent's couldn't afford A&M, but the football scholarship would have made it possible. Now that's gone." What about you, Jesse?"Jesse shrugged. "College is out," he said. But after a minute, he opened his eyes and looked at me."You know, it's... it's better if it's slick..." What do you mean?" I asked. This had always been fine before."Well, it gets a little raw sometimes... afterward." He ducked his head apologetically. "Could you... I mean... well... like spit on your hand? You know, to make it slide?"Well, that seemed a little gross, but it was my spit, after all, so I brought my hand up to my mouth and dribbled some spit into my palm. I didn't get much but,.