" he warned me, still raping my mouth full-force.As I pulled him out of my mouth while continuing to jerk him he growled, "NO! I wan' you to drink it!... Well, I ain't gonna," I responded with more fire and defiance than I had ever allowed to consume me in my life.Before we could argue anymore, I felt several splashes of what felt like white hot liquid against my face. I smelled that salty man-smell and made a mental note if it to enjoy later on my own.Malcolm forcefully rubbed his cock all over. There was movement around him and he felt a soft breeze flow past his face.His eyelids were strangely heavy, but when he finally forced them open, all he could see above him was a bright bar of light that hurt his eyes.Memory returned next and Pan gasped, expecting to feel the agony of his crushed leg and the sharp, cutting pain of his broken ribs. He concentrated and he could feel pain in both places but it was a dull, general ache.Pan tried to move his legs and couldn't. His arms wouldn't. If I did get it up it only stayed hard for a few minutes. She would suck on it. She would jack it off. She would display her body for me. I could never satisfy her sexually. We lived a sterile, empty life with no sex and no love to speak of. I knew she still cared for me, but I was unable to tell her the problem. And I refused any of her suggestions of counseling or other professional help. I already knew the problem. I was just ashamed to tell her or anyone else. It had started long ago, when. It was almost as if a steady stream of cheerleading quality girls kept joining the school as well as the squad each year.But Francine didn't want to join the cheerleaders that much; she just wanted a reason to be around her sweetie Jack after school. He had joined the junior high team as a blocker after a growth squirt over the summer break shot him up in height by five more inches. He was the tallest guy in the seventh grade class now. The coach wanted him on all the teams but settled for.