Let's see, helmet, check, pads, check, 2 practice jerseys, check, 3 game shirts, check, cup and jock, check and check cleats, check. Locker 2, back-up...quarterback, wait I have not done laundry yet, the QB jock was worn for practice today, I went back, picked it up, sniffed. Oh that wonderful smell of male sweat, fresh teen jock smell. I turned it inside out, and tasted the inner pouch, sweat, piss, and cum? Maybe, but probably just wishful thinking. I rubbed my stiffening cock, I thought about. I tilted my head forward slowly opening my mouth. Mind you, I had no idea what I was doing. I kept trying to remember how they did in porn. Luckily, my friend made my first time very easy. He placed his hands on my head and in one swoosh he just inserted his cock straight to my throat, the gag reflex was not late to come and it's safe to say that John was also watching enough porn without any real life experience. In spite of my resisting throat, I didn't give up. Slowly, I tilted my head back. Getting me all worked up with his stories of "the Road", his time spent truck driving and on the rail lines. His stories always had the same affect on me, they were such a turn on. He was graphic and low brow in his descriptions, but it always worked on me. He would have me begging for his cock, to which he would eventually oblige."You'll live kid, wasn't more than a love tap. Big weekend." Leo asked me, "Your ass gonna be ready for it?" "Man, keep it down," I told Leo. His voice was as big as. ”“Trust me,” Abe told her honestly. “When someone is trying to kill you, it’s not hard firing back.”“Pardon me,” Phil said, approaching someone. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but could we talk, possibly somewhere there aren’t as many people watching?”The young man turned. His hair was neatly trimmed and his clothes pressed, but his eyes had a distant gaze, even when standing in front of him. “Who the ‘ell are you, and what do you want?”“It’s not what I want; it’s what we both need. Like you, I.