Tyrone Banks was our star quarterback, a six-foot African American, good looking, even tempered and the school stud. He flipped the page back, looking at me and smiled “Probably spoils Hell outta you.” I said he didn’t, and Gull smiled and dismissed me. Gay sex You like it fucked?” I said yes and he smirked, “Yeah, you do.” He went back to fondling my cock and balls, moved closer and started stroking my cock. He used his tongue a lot, caressed my thighs and balls, moved his head up and down my shaft methodically. I got to the door and he called me back. You don’t want to butt heads with me.” Then he’d told us to line up in our jockstraps and conducted the first of our daily inspections. I got to the door and he called me back. [He was stocky but not flabby and had light body hair and an average sized cock.] He tossed me a dry towel, “Dry off, you’ll catch cold.” I dried my upper body and glanced at him, making eye contact. Now put that mouth to work.” I leaned over and started licking and kissing his cock. About 2 blocks from the school he put his hand on my thigh.
