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Subject: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 13 Author’s Note: All characters are fictional; this is pure imagination. If fictional sexual stories involving consensual sex, teenagers and Adults offend, do not read.This story and its copyright is solely the property of the author. Please do not share without permission. If this is illegal where you live, don’t do it. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, neither you nor any family members are employees of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity. Moreover, you are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. Donate: Nifty operates free because there’s people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It’s worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and comments are what inspires the writers such: Write me ail. **************************************************************** THE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Thirteen: “A Tale of Two Bobs” Previously… I felt as if I was penetrated by a hose, as the flood of semen kept dousing my insides. My guts were pummeled with wave after wave of hot sperm. It may have been minutes- but to my worn out body, it seemed to last an hour. It was only after the last spurt of cum, that I released my hold on my Brother’s neck and leveraged my legs up to slip his cock out of me. The flow of milk white fluid followed as the penis popped free of my ass lips. His still stiff rod recieved a bath of his own seed as my anal ring spasmed. My crouching legs gave out and I collapsed back to the passenger’s seat. Both my Brother and I were panting from exertion, pain and pleasure. I finally looked over at Steven, who had not said a single word since his orgasm. He was still in the reclining position of his seat, the semen splashed torso, bare to the evening air. But Steven’s head was thrown back with two clenched fists pressing to his eyes. The muscled body trembled every minute or so. The stillness of the car interior was broken when he finally spoke in a voice cracking with emotion. “I… I’m, mmmfff,sniff, so sorry Johnny. I couldn’t stop myself, mmmmfff, sniff, please forgive me. Are you ok?” he said between what I knew to be low sobs. The words stirred me to kneel on the seat in order to lean over to Steven. I tenderly pressed my hands on his cheeks as he drew away the hands from his face. I looked into the red, glazed eyes. My tongue licked away the mixed tears and cum from his face before I pressed my lips to his. My Brother’s mouth opened and our tongues met to share the salty fluids. I then pulled my face slightly away to look deep into those dark eyes. “I love you Steven. If this is what you needed then I’m glad it was me that could give it to you.” I softly spoke before I resumed the kiss. The September sun was nearing the distant tree line as somewhere a dog barked- the hour grew late. Our kiss was broken as we both realized that we needed to be going home. We got out on either side of the car in order to get our clothes sorted and dressed. The rest of the ride was quiet- I realized Steven still felt remorse over his sexual frenzy. The yellow Pontiac came to a stop at my apartment block, I could see the curtains of the front room flutter as our Mother looked out, wondering where we had gone after school. I placed my hand over his as he gripped the wheel as a sign of reassurance that everything was going to be fine. “Thank you Steven, I mean it.” I said to him with a glint of a smile. “Tell Bobby Tonelli and Bob Kennedy that they’re in for a real treat tomorrow after practice. I’ll be ready”. Steven’s face lit up in a grin and shine of relief in response to my request. He nodded and said good night. I was up the front stairs when I heard his voice coming from the car. “Thank you, …I love you.” I stopped at the door just in time to see him drive away. I certainly need a bath and nap after this ride home. **************************************************************** AUTUMN 1975 The Next Day… To say that the walk to school the following day was rough would be an understatement-my ass, muscles and pelvis were still readjusting from shattering ass-battering my brother gave me in the front seat of his Pontiac. I swear there an imprint of the steering wheel on my butt cheeks! But I was looking forward to my new afterschool cocksucking duties. It was all I could think about as I wandered from English Literature to Chemistry Class. I told Steven that Tonelli and Kennedy were my first choices, the rest was up to him and 4:30 PM seemed ages away. I passed from class to class, but couldn’t make eye contact with the two Bobs for fear of breaking out in a full Cheshire Cat grin. My mind raced with thoughts of anonymously emptying their balls to the last drop of teen semen. Too excited for lunch, I ran up to the practice field to find my brother Steven. I haven’t talked to him since he dropped my cum-filled ass off at front steps yesterday. He looked apprehensively at me as I crossed the turf. “Hey, Brother!” I called out enthusiastically. “What’s up little Brother?” was his response which was accented by his toothy grin. It was that smile that set my balls and ass into twitches of desire. “You skipping lunch?” “Too excited. So, are things all set for this afternoon?” I said in a more hushed voice as I was nearly to the spot where he stood by the benches. Even in sweats and jackets, my Brother pulled off a damn sexy look. I was referring to our arrangement of me sucking-off his players as a reward- a service that I was more than happy to supply. A well muscled arm wrapped around my shoulder- pulling me into a secretive exchange of words mapping out the plan. “I have two guys set up for after practice. You get ready behind the curtain and I’ll tell them to go down the basement steps through the hatch-way.” Steven explained. “I’ll take it from there Coach.” I chirped up with a smirk. “Just remember to stay in the booth.” Steven admonished in his most authoritarian tone. I trotted off the turf towards the red brick buildings,leaving the solitary Coach on the field amidst the Fall breezes. As my dress shoes crunched the Autumn withered earth, the thoughts of finally getting to suck the cocks of the two Sophomore jocks flooded my brain. In less than 5 hours, I would live the fantasies that I had fostered as I watched these two Gridiron champs stretch their teenage bodies across the playing fields. Each of the Bobs displayed unique physical beauty. Bobby Tonelli was 5’8″ of cocky, testosterone oozing 15 year old stud. A taught compact muscled body that attracted the girls at every turn. The curl of the coal black hair brushed below the collar of the mandatory dress shirt. Parted in the middle, the dark locks framed his cheekbones. A year before, his fullness of his lips and delicate nose made him look to be on his way towards manhood. Now- the dark intensity of Bobby’s eyes let it be known he was no little boy. My second reward was to be Bobby Kennedy, the other “Bob”. At nearly 6′ with a solid frame, he had the look of the “All-American-Boy”. He too had worn his hair long- it was the ’70’s after all. Dark blonde hair, blue eyes, and a slight up-turn to a freckled nose completed a “David Cassidy” kind of look. Bulges in all the right places gave him a commanding presence in a crowded room. Time passed so slow that afternoon istanbul travesti as my mind drifted from Algebra II equations to my first anonymous cock-sucking escapade. Now, after 6 years swallowing semen- I suddenly felt waves of nerves at the anticipation being the faceless provider of my classmates sexual pleasure. Will they think they are sinking their hard cock’s into the wet lips of some submissive chick? Will I be able to control my cum hunger enough to complete the ruse? All will be answered soon as the clock hands slowly ticked towards the magic hour. The shrill clang of the 3:00 p.m. bell set my heart pounding. Now free of the drudge of classroom routines, the next hour or so became a whirlwind action as I rushed through my after-school work. I watched the time near the appointed hour Steven had arranged. I just needed to be sure to be concealed before the first Jock arrived. The last lock was clicked shut at 4:20 p.m. as my heart raced in anticipation of pulling off this sexual ruse. I wasn’t sure whether I would be getting a hot load of teen cum or a black eye. But I was determined to be on my knees behind that curtain when the first “Bobby” arrived. I sprinted to the alleyway that separated the old Chapel basement from the classrooms. In seconds I was down the stairs, to the door of the cellar. One turn of the key opened my entrance to the storage area where the draped booth waited for me. The setting needed some adjustment before my first horny classmate arrived. I unscrewed the bulb main room light- the only illumination would be the stairway and corridor lights. They would be able to see where to find their afternoon reward , without exposing me. I assumed that these guys would be thinking the Coach, my brother Steven, had corralled some slutty cheerleader to give head. The dim illumination cast shadows through the corridor, down the 20 feet that led to where the basement opened up to a single large space. The storage space was cluttered with statues, Church pews, and candle holders surrounding the large open area. To the right of the jumble stood the long disused Chapel Confessional. The ornately carved oak cubicle was prepared, complete with a circle of glow tape that gave their cocks a target. I slipped inside the musty dark confines and found the wooden upholstered kneeler in place. A puff of stale dust flew up as my knees hit the padding. There was an armrest in front that would provide a brace for my body as I leaned forward to suck cock. Now it was a matter of waiting in silence for the first of my classmates that needed his balls emptied. Time ticked away, though I couldn’t see my watch in the dark confines. I had to be patient and see what happened. I was actually nervous even though my past sexual experience should have prepared me for anonymous encounters. Cruising Parks, Movie Theaters, Restrooms, and Hiking Trails built up my confidence- but today, I felt like a virgin on the wedding night. The dark quiet was disturbed by metal cleats clattering in rapid pace, down the cement stairs of the hatchway entrance. My breathing picked up tempo as the excitement rushed through me. “Fuck man!” cursed the voice in the dark as he flipped the light switch in futile efforts to light the basement room. “You hear?” he called out as his steps came closer to the booth. The slight agitation of the current was meant to reassure my mystery football star. My small gesture of acknowledgement was answered by the sound of the scuffing sound of his approaching steps. I spied through the one inch gap between the heavy drape and the dark wood of the booth. I could make out the figure, no taller than five foot eight inches, of a teenager still suited up in his green, yellow football gear. By the glimpse of the shag of raven black hair-I could tell my first cock belonged to Bobby Tonelli. The 15 year old was so horny that he skipped the showers and rushed over from the practice field. He was standing inches from where I was concealed, separated by a cloth barrier with a six inch hole. “You better be good and hungry for dick- and watch the teeth!” Bobby barked as he dropped his gym bag and helmet with a clunk. He shuffled closer as he pulled down the uniform pants- made more difficult by the pads. “Ready!” he commanded as he fished his needful hardon out of his damp jockstrap. The mushroom head appeared through the cut material followed by six inches. The circumsized johnson was hard as steel and pointing upwards as it invaded the dimly lit cubicle. Now it was up to me to demonstrate a talent I have been practicing for half a dozen years. The bell knob was met, without hesitation, with the swab of my tongue. Bobby’s precum was a salty/sweet secretion that increased in flow with every lick. My upper lip caressed the shaft as my tongue slid over the underside. “AHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK YEAH! GO FOR IT!” was his response as my mouth took the first two inches into my mouth. The salty sweat coated skin matched the musky odor of his crotch- a product of course of his recent team practice.I swirled and sucked this classmate into sexual bliss. My roaming fingers latched onto his soft-fleshed nut sack. The walnut sized orbs lurched within the cum filled scrotum as I swallowed the whole length into my open throat. I pulled back and then dove back down on his meat, dancing my tongue around the half foot of teen pride. Varying the pace as well as the intensity of sucking produced a vocal reaction from team player, number 17. “DAAAAAAMMMN BITCH, YOU’RE GOOD. THAT IT! YEAH, LIKE THAT! KEEPING GOING! Bobby exclaimed. “DON’T FORGET MY BALLS!” As requested, I took the left nut into my mouth as I stroked his saliva slick cock. After a minute or so I switched my attention to the right ball- then I greedily stuffed as much of the skin-bag into my mouth as could fit. His dick dripped the clear ooze down on my head, like a dripping candle. My cock-hunger was keeping pace with Bobby’s teenage sexual cravings. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! FUCK! TAKE MY COCK IN THAT SWEET MOUTH! DON’T TEASE ME BABY!” pleaded the horny Sophomore. My tongue traveled up over the velvet smooth jewel sack, to the base of his erection, feeling every pump of blood, until the underside of the head rested on its surface. The glands slapped downs on my stretched tongue with audible “thwacks” as his cock spasmed in anticipation. At the fourth smack I opened my mouth wide and did a lunge of my head forward, in a series of rapid succession. Bob knew exactly what to do as he felt his one-eyed weasel hit the back of my vulnerable throat. The shifted cleated shoes scraped the concrete floor as his legs spread in a wide stance. Grabbing the confessionals door frame in a bracing grip, the 15 year old arched his back as he began an energetic thrusting of his hips. My fingers dug into the upolstery of the hand rest as I recieved the full-on face fuck. The concealing cloth partition shook as his swaying pelvis pushed. A few times the intensity of the battering pushed against the metal frome of the kneeler. I gagged and attempted to regain control of the progession of the blowjob. I had assistance in this effort from Bobby’s impending orgasm. The motion of his lower body became less pronounced when he felt my lips lock over his tube steak. “UUUUUUUHHHHHH, DON’T STOP! I’M SOOOOOO CLOSE! MMMMMMMMMMM YEAH! UUUUUUUHHHH THAT’S THE WAY. he grunted. Just then another voice called out from the hatch way passage. “YOU ALMOST DONE! COME ON MAN!.” the unseen person demanded. “FUCK UUUGHHH OFF UUUGHHH! I’M DONE WHEN, HUUUUHH,I’M DONE! Bob hollered back in response. But his stamina was surrendering to the cum in his balls that churned for release. My oral kadıköy travesti suction was constant as my lips glided up his skin flute. The pursed lips made contact with his pubic crest before sliding up to the very rim of his helmet. “OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH CHRIST! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH GOD! I’M GONNA CUM! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH FUCK! I’M GONNA SHOOT!!!!! he bellowed, announcing the onset of his climax. I was fully prepared for every last drop of his semen he had to offer. “HERE IT IS! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! TAKE IT! TAKE IT! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YEAH!!!” his bellow resounding through the basement. Rope after rope of teen jizz blasted across my tongue and down my throat. I gulped it greedily, not wanting to waste a single drop of the salty fluid. I pulled off and was able to give the sensitive cockhead a last swab of the tongue before it disappeared through the drape. The scuffle of football shoes and the rearranging of the uniform was followed by Bobby scooping up the bag and helmet. A second later he was heading for the hatchway. Before he reached the passage, stopped and turned. “Hey, thanks- that was awesome!” he called out in the direction of the confessional. With that he was walking up the steps. “About time, Dickhead! How was it?” said the other voice at the top of the stairs. “Fuck man! You’re in for a helluva time.” Bobby Tonelli said with a chuckle. The second teen entered the room. He was wearing dress shoes rather than the sportswear. I assumed he had showered and dressed back into the school prescribed slacks and dress shoes. Curiosity took hold of me as my eye peeked through the hole in the fabric in hopes of confirming who was next. The dark silhouette walked across the cellar room towards the booth. Doing so, he passed through a shaft of soft light streaming through one of the narrow basement windows. Bob Kennedy came into view- the almost six foot tall athletic young man moved to where I was still hidden after the previous cock-sucking session. Those Irish-heritage features were framed by the post-shower damp shag of long dark blonde hair, parted in the middle. I could make out his fingers undoing his belted slacks. He stopped in the middle of the room- some six feet from the drape. The strain of his shirt accented his well toned teen body. His pants were open, showing off the white of his briefs. The football star then unbuttoned the front of his dress shirt exposing the pale skin of his torso. I was afraid that he heard my gasp as I spied Bob’s sculpted chest and abdomen. The defined expanse of pectoral muscles, capped with brownish oval nipples and the segmented abs like carved Italian marble, almost glowed in the limited illumination. The cut v-shape Adonis belt pointed towards the full crotch still concealed in his cotton briefs. Just a spattering of a treasure trail led from just below the navel, disappearing under the elastic waistband of his BVDS. A true High School Gridiron god stood only from feet away, about to get the oral reward his Coach had promised. The wide tendoned right hand dipped into his underwear and dragged out an impressive length of teen meat. It looked to be over seven inches, with a thickness that would be a handful even though it was still in a semi-hard state. The circumcised prick was capped with a head the size of a large ripe strawberry- and almost just as red. The cum-hose base was shaded by an explosion of umber pubic hair. Bob walked towards the confessional, stroking the length of his cock which neared full tumescence with each step. Within a less than a foot from the target hole, his penis was displaying a slight upward curve. A pear shaped scrotum held the two close packed testicles. The tighty whities and trousers were dragged over his sinewy thunder thighs as his hands shoved them down to his ankles. In a show of bravado, Bob slapped the shaft of his schlong against the open palm of his left hand. A shuffle and lurch towards the partition was enough to push the flesh missile through the hole and into my space. Without thought or hesitation, I clamped my lips over the bell-end just passed the flared rim. Sweet droplets of precum tasted sweet as the head grazed the roof of my mouth. The more my tongue massaged the split of the glands, the more seeped from the piss hole. My left hand firmly cupped Bob’s nutsack- a hairless pouch with two golf ball sized testicles. The cock’s twitching animated the orbs, causing them to quiver in my grip. The tip of my nose nuzzled at the base of the cock before licking up slowly, tracing each vein and ripple along its length. Like a sightless man tracing braille, the tongue maneuvered along,up and around the seven inches. The slight aroma and taste of Ivory Soap wafted from the freshly scrubbed groin “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM, OH YES!” he moaned in the dim light. “Come on- go for it.” “MMMMMMMMMMM, Yeah, Fuck Yeah! You like my cock?” Bob asked in a low voice tinged with desire. “Fuck yeah! That’s it! work it good!” he exclaimed. He hadn’t finished the last sentence before I was swallowing the full measure of his johnson in ever increasing depth as I progressed to the base. Slurping and swabbing, I worked over every inch of his dick. The thick shaft pulsed as I felt the blood course through it as my mouth increased suction. “HMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPH, YEAH, OH YEAH,HMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPH.” Bob whimpered in reaction to my sucking. This just increased the desire to give my classmate the most pleasurable of times- hopefully the not the only time. “Oh yeah! Open up that pretty mouth. HHHHMMMMMM” he uttered under his breath. The Sophomore’s penis had swelled to an admirable thickness that would make any adult man proud. My jaw stretched wide and as the head bobbed on the shaft before switching over to jacking him off for a while. My classmate groaned in contentment as I stroked him, letting the tongue tip flick the cockhead. I then opened my throat to accept every inch of the teenage fuckstick. A few more sways of the head and I held up to get better control of my gag reflex. But, he was unbending in the effort to bury all seven inches into my gullet. One last firm push to the back of my skull and my nose was tickled by the dark blonde curls at the base of the cock. I held in place- as he thrust his crotch forward, pushing the curtain. “OHHHH YEAH TAKE IT ALL DOWN THAT THROAT! FUCK YEAH ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHH” he growled. I choked as thick saliva ran down my chin. One swipe of the forearm across my face wiped up the tears,sweat and spit. The stud athlete put his hands on his ass and let his hips fall into rapid motion of thrusts that pushed his cock in and out of my mouth. He felt the friction of my lips as they traveled the length of his shaft. “OOOOOHHHHH SWEET! THAT’S THE WAY! SHIIIIIT YEAH! he exclaimed as my mouth moved in cadence to the driving force of his swiveling hips. “I CAN FEEL IT! OH GAWD I’M REALLY CLOSE! FUCK’N AWESOME! Bob declared, in a tone that was louder than the last. “OOOOOOOOOHHHH FUCK! UUUUUUUUUUGHHHH YEAH! OH FUCK!” he cried out as he neared the climax of sexual frenzy. “I,UGH, I’M UGH,CLOSE! I’M UGH, GONNA CUM! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH YEAH FUCK!” I felt his body stiffen and shudder more frequently. These were the tremors before the ultimate eruption. I gurgled and gagged as his ramrod was pile-driven into my throat. “UHHHHHHHHHH!!!! I AM SO CLOSE. TAKE MY COCK! FUUUUUUCK! GOD PLEASE SUCK ME DOWN GET READY FOR MY JIZZ, YEAH THAT’S IT” were the words the Bob spat out between grunts, groans and spasm. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK” he roared, “I’M CUMMMMMMIINGGG, DAMN YEAH! TAKE THAT FUCKING LOAD!!!!” I tasted the first spurt of ball sap before his words reached my ears. The bakırköy travesti teenager’s cock lodged in my throat swelled and trembled. Bob’s body constricted in orgasm as my mouth was flooded with rope after rope of thick sweet/salty liquid. Instinctively my throat muscles worked to swallow the volleys of cum. The shear volume caused me to choke and sputter on the amount of spunk he was firing off. By the fourth and fifth shots, the streams of semen were stripping my face as I held the spitting cum-snake in my grip. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW DAMN! huffed Bob as he returned to Earth from orgasmic heights. Still in my hold, the softening penis still twitched even though his balls were empty. I knelt back on the heels of my dress shoes to catch my breath after my second successful blow job. My fingers of my left hand caught the still warm seminal fluid as it dripped from my face. Each drop was licked off by my yet unsatiated tongue in the dark, dusty cubicle. My cock was rock hard-in desperate need of attention- yet I felt satisfied by having just given two Sophomore Jocks a body shaking climax. I would replay the last hour in my head as I stroked my cock to the point of explosions once at home. The shuffling of Bob’s shoes on the concrete floor roused me from my lust. The sound of clothing being pulled over the sinewy body mixed with his still labored breathing. “God! That was sooo awesome! Wow!” he gushed as I heard the clatter of his metal belt buckle- a signal that he was now dressed. “See you next time?” Bob said, almost as if he expected an answer. A few seconds later, I heard him exiting the basement by way of the hatchway. My job here was done and it was time for me to walk home. I rolled the Confessional drape up and hooked it top of the wooden crown molding. Once I readjusted the lightbulb- a quick scan of the room was given to satisfy that there was no evidence left behind. It was only then that I quickly made my exit down the passage and out the side door- into the Autumn air. The impending evening breezes sent swaths of fallen leaves into my path as I crossed the back courtyard towards the adjoining street. My solitary walk was broken by a voice off to my right. “Hey Johnny. All done for today?” Bob Kennedy remarked from where he sat on the wooden steps of the two small classrooms that stood across from the Main Building. “Uh, hey Bob. Yeah, I just locked up. Are you done with practice?” I assumed he was referring to my after-school job-comfortable that my anonymity was intact all through the two suck sessions. The tall blonde stood to his feet just as a light breath of air stirred his hair. He stepped off the stairs towards me- taking a few strides on those well developed legs. He was now only two feet from where I had stopped. “I waited here because I forgot to say thank you.” he said as a mischievous smile played on sculpted lips. “Thank me???” I asked playing innocent to protect the ruse “You know, when you get out of the showers early enough, you can see some interesting things after school.” Bob explained. “Like you running over to the side door that leads to Chapel basement just before 4:30.” I felt the blood rush from my face as various scenarios spun through my head- trying to see how this would ultimately end. “Huh???” is all I could offer. “Hey, we’re cool Buddy.” Bob told me as his right hand came to rest on my shoulder-which for all of my inner reassurances- was trembling slightly. His strong fingers gripped into the muscle. I remained silent for fear of this situation turning ugly. “Ya know. Coach said that he set up a great cocksucker for his team. But DAMN! You were fuckin’ awesome.” Bob continued with a punctuated chuckle. In all appearances he was showing signs that he was okay with getting his prick worked over by a male classmate. I was prepared to continue my route home- but Bob’s firm hand held me in place. “It’s all great Johnny. I’m more than cool with you sucking my dick. It doesn’t have to be just in the cellar- does it?” were the next words out of his mouth. “Are you sure?” I asked- still not totally convinced that I was not being baited into a bashing. “Hell yes, buddy. My girlfriend Tricia won’t even give me a handjob, never mind a blowjob. It would be cool if a guy had a friend to go to for- you know, some fun.” my classmate explained-even taking a step closer. “Ya know. Coach even told me that there could be other ways too.” I looked at Bob, not catching his meaning. “Why don’t you meet me on the practice field on Saturday, let’s say about 1:00 PM?” Bob asked, his eyes now showing me every sign of sincerity. Whether it was curiosity- lust- maybe both that made me answer. “Yes, I’ll be there to meet you.” Bob’s face broke into a broad smile across his slightly blushing face. The football player was reassured and excited that I was taking him up for a rendezvous. But what did he mean “there could be other ways too?” What did Steven really tell him? Just at that moment a silver Buick pulled up at the edge of the lot. “That’s my ride Johnny- so we’re okay? Just between us? and the Coach?” Bob asked as his Father sent out three beeps of the horn. He turned his sleek body as he gracefully grabbed his Gym bag. When he was a few steps away, he turned to ask: “You need a ride home?” “No thanks Bob, I need the walk, And yes, we will be fine for Saturday- between you, me and the Coach.” With that, he broke out into a run to his Dad’s Car. As he rounded to the passenger side, he looked up and flashed me a beaming smile. I waved goodbye and started off on my walk home- now not only playing over the last hours events, but also thoughts of the upcoming Saturday. My cock pulsed with desire to shoot a couple of loads before supper. The shaft throbbed as I felt my balls churn in desire to release a long overdue cum shower. Saturday seemed so far away- but well worth the wait. Coming Next: Chapter 14: “Taking One For The Team. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Others stories by John S-A Kwiatkowski: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 1: HOW IT ALL BEGAN….Lesson One (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 2:Getting My Cherry Popped… (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 3: The Pennell Brothers. The Lessons Continue:(GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 4: “Steven Shares My Ass” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 5: ” My Best Buddy’s Brothers Do Me.” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 6: “Uncle Takes Us For A Swim or How Steven Looses His Cherry” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 7: “Orgy at Hanging Rock or Brother Love in the Summer of ’69” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 8: “My Friend’s Blue Balls” GAY INCEST,ADULT YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 9: “My Friend, His, Dad,& a Coke Bottle” (GAY INCEST,ADULT) YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 10: “The Last Temptation of Friar Felix.” (GAY INCEST,ADULT) YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 11: Assisting the New Cooach (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Twelve: “Taking A Rough Ride From The Coach” (GAY INCEST) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ And Johnny’s adventures continued…: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “Seducing The Married Blonde At The Park” (GAY ADULT/YOUTH) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “No Translation Required” (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “It Started at the Gay Bar” (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) DISCOVERING ISAAC- Chapter I: “ISAAC FINDS A LIBRARY LOVER.” (GAY ADULT/YOUTH) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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