Matt might reach down and open his fly for me.Pull down the tab of his zipper. Get out his cock.Murmur ‘suck it’, to me.And ‘Don’t use your ha...ds.’And ‘Deeper.’And ‘Open your throat.’‘Hands behind your back.’‘Good girl.’‘Yes, choke on it.’I lock my muscles against the tremble that runs through me like a current and clench my jaws again.I might choke and Professor Montgomery would hear me. He would come over and investigate.He would look underneath Matt Keane’s table and see my big, round. And with softer sheets!" Jack nodded and made him a promise to stay out trouble, before asking after his companion. He wasn't told anything about Poppy and was escorted to the front desk to be signed out. His parents appeared behind him, both scowling, and he gave a muted "Hi." Jack," a female voice screeched from the other side of the reception area. "Jack, sorry!" Poppy?" Jack asked as he spun around, but his father put his hand on his son's shoulder."You stay away from her," he barked.. I started losing weight and felt weaker. Since this wasthe off season for baseball, I worried about playing when Spring camearound.One day at the frat house, Brad approached me and told me that he wantedto show me a special place in the frat house.He took me down a stairway, through a dark hall and into a room that onlyhad what looked like a dentist chair in it. He told me to sit. There werestraps for arms, wrists and ankles. I was kind of worried, when he toldme that he was going to secure me. On impulse I lean forward to lick the side of his sweaty neck. He shudders, again, but his shudder somehow transforms itself into a giggle. He’s ticklish in spots and I know where they are.My tongue finds his salt, his sweet, mixed together in a way that is his alone. I’d know his taste anywhere, night or day.He’s sweaty and he’s sticky yet his taste is clean, his aroma strong but not foul.Take him, the devil on my shoulder whispers, but to my ear it is a shout. Take him now.His eyes are open.