Pat Jones
18, 5 foot 9, muscular physique, tight ass, 10 inch cock, ice blue eyes, dirty blond hair, slightly tan.
Its early Saterday morning, and Pat was pumping weights in the gym. He had been working out for the past 30 minutes trying to build more muscle. pat did one last rep, before dropping his weight to the floor. pat had a quick shower, and pulled a pair of cargo shorts and a sleeveless shirt. As he walked out, Pat saw girls checking him out. Pat smiled to himself. He was a young stud, bringing home woman almost every night. Most woman would come back for more, since he was so good in bed.
Pat was captain of his highschool football team and real popular with most of the other students, but also bullied other kids including your son. all year he had bullied him, getting him to do his homework, get money from him plus other stuff. one day had left school early and saw you picking your son up and couldnt believe what he saw. from that day he hatched a plan to try and get you. he start to talk to your son, making a deal with him. he does what he say and he would stop bullying him beating on him.
That is how it came to me starting to come over to your house. almost dayly im over not even wanting to be around your son. mainly there to be around you. even helping you from time to time around the house. acouple monthes have passed and you and your husband have gotten used to me being around, even liking me. you getting used to seeing me checking you out nowing its normal. your so comfortable with me that acting and dressing certain ways around me dont bother you. always welcome over whether sons home or not. him always trying to figure out what it is i could be up to.
which brings up back to me leaving the gym. i jump on my bike my dad bought me for doing so well in football and drive around as i head home. eventually turning onto our street. you living only few doors down from me. coming up to your house i figured id stop over, specially sense i know your son is on an over night trip with your husband. i pull into your driveway and turn my bike off. the garage closed so no clue if your home or up yet. i walk up to the front door and nock on hoping your home and wonder what she could be wearing today.
18, 5 foot 9, muscular physique, tight ass, 10 inch cock, ice blue eyes, dirty blond hair, slightly tan.
Its early Saterday morning, and Pat was pumping weights in the gym. He had been working out for the past 30 minutes trying to build more muscle. pat did one last rep, before dropping his weight to the floor. pat had a quick shower, and pulled a pair of cargo shorts and a sleeveless shirt. As he walked out, Pat saw girls checking him out. Pat smiled to himself. He was a young stud, bringing home woman almost every night. Most woman would come back for more, since he was so good in bed.
Pat was captain of his highschool football team and real popular with most of the other students, but also bullied other kids including your son. all year he had bullied him, getting him to do his homework, get money from him plus other stuff. one day had left school early and saw you picking your son up and couldnt believe what he saw. from that day he hatched a plan to try and get you. he start to talk to your son, making a deal with him. he does what he say and he would stop bullying him beating on him.
That is how it came to me starting to come over to your house. almost dayly im over not even wanting to be around your son. mainly there to be around you. even helping you from time to time around the house. acouple monthes have passed and you and your husband have gotten used to me being around, even liking me. you getting used to seeing me checking you out nowing its normal. your so comfortable with me that acting and dressing certain ways around me dont bother you. always welcome over whether sons home or not. him always trying to figure out what it is i could be up to.
which brings up back to me leaving the gym. i jump on my bike my dad bought me for doing so well in football and drive around as i head home. eventually turning onto our street. you living only few doors down from me. coming up to your house i figured id stop over, specially sense i know your son is on an over night trip with your husband. i pull into your driveway and turn my bike off. the garage closed so no clue if your home or up yet. i walk up to the front door and nock on hoping your home and wonder what she could be wearing today.