Date: Thu, 12 Jul 2007 04:19:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: Chris <cjl1@excite.com>
Subject: Slick Player Fools Dumb Jock

You didn't have me fooled for a minute. I knew & so did you. You couldn't
make it easy for for me could you, Stud? You had to strut around, and
make a big show of kissing as many girls as you could get yr hands on
before coming my way. You, that cocky grin, the bedroom eyes that say, "I
know you want it, you might even have a chance, but what are you willing
to do to get it," and that unbelievably hot ass bangin & boomin in those
shorts. Bro, if you only knew... I was ready for anything, but wasn't
prepared to get pulled behind the shop, but I was sure ready to do to
your tightly muscled frame. I remember how much I was drooling as you
slid your shorts down just a little, a sliver of washboard abs and and
slightest hint of the crack of that sweet ass you wouldn't let me savor.
I remember the way you roughly stuffed your hard dick in my mouth, looked
down and sneered, "suck it." I loved every second, & so did you, you got
so into into it you let your shorts slip down & gave me access; licking
your rock hard abs, caressing your taut pecs and teasing your tight,
hard, pink nipples. When the Billabong's slid far enough, I took your
warm sweet balls in my mouth. I remember how they'd drop deep into the
heat of my mouth, and contract at feeling the cool of my breath. The loud
slupring sounds, so loud I was sure someone would discover me on my
knees, worshipping your hot body & the big dong you slammed deep into my
throat. You called me a whore, & why not, with my fingers so eagerly
twisting at the tight points of the nipples that stood so arrogantly high
on such perfect pecs, the saliva dribbling down yr cut six pack, and
pooling yr cute, round belly-button where I'd lick it up to slather over
the big, spongey mushroom head that oozed the sweet nectar that I craved;
excitement building, I dared to rub a finger under yr nutsack & try to
get some of that, progressing to you making me choke on the size of your
raging rod & how the jizz just barely spilt out of the sides of my mouth
as you forced me to suck you harder until you pulled me by the hair &
made me drink every last drop of your hot, sticky spunk, and lick the
last of your creamy cum off of your massive, throbbing tool, as my spit
dripped off your steamy ballsack into the pouch of your shorts, that you
slipped back on & tightened before pushing me away from you, calling me a
"faggot", and leaving me with an aching, drooling rod that I'd have to
satisy, alone at home, beating off frantically while playing with my own
body and fantasizing about that kiss that I wanted so badly from those
brooding, pouty, pink lips... the one your eyes promised but your ego
refused to deliver.

Call me if you want a rematch...