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Matt's Favourite Tom Story
About a week after my encounter with Zak, I had finally gotten him out of my mind. For an embarrassing while after it happened, I'd been replaying those few minutes in the showers. His perfect body, his casual attitude, and the giddy risk of getting caught, had all combined into a heady cocktail. My laundry hamper was the proof.
The one thing I definitely hadn't done was actually contact him. It was painfully obvious he was out of my league. I had just been in the right place at the right time, and I told myself that was the end of things.
The biggest assist in snapping me out of it came from Tom. We'd been able to meet up once since then, for a routine deposit, and that gave me something stable to focus on. I was looking forward to seeing him again tonight.
For some reason or another, Katie and their son, Owen, were often out of the house on Wednesday evenings. This gave us a few hours to fool around after my afternoon shifts.
I was in my bedroom, getting ready, as dusk crept up on the windows. I'd grown up in this room, ever since mom and I had moved here when I was 10. She always said it was to be closer to her side of the family, but as I'd gotten older, I realized it was just the only other place she knew. What reason did she have to stay out east?
My phone buzzed on the nightstand. That would be Tom giving me the all clear. At least, that's what I expected.
"Have to cancel tonight", it read instead. "Katie and Owen are staying home. Rain check?".
"Shit", I said to myself. So much for stability.
"Any chance of a quickie?", I texted back. I knew it was unlikely, but it was worth a shot. He was usually hornier than I was.
"Sorry babe, no time :("
I hesitated for a minute, considering my options. Coming off desperate wouldn't help anything.
"Fair. Next time for sure", I tried to be cool. I hoped he wouldn't pick up on my disappointment.
After a second, I saw him start to type something. I willed everything to be a false alarm, mission go, but then the bubble disappeared. I was officially stood up.
I tossed my phone onto the bed and flopped down next to it with an irritated grunt. This was another one of the issues with being on the side. Beyond the guilt, I would always be the Plan B compared to Tom's family. Their existence made him hotter, but I was also kind of envious.
"Fuck that", I said finally said aloud. "He's not the only one who can reschedule."
Grabbing my phone again, I opened the empty conversation with Zak's number. Fucking Zak. Against my better judgement, I started typing into the white abyss.
"Zak? This is Matt", my thumb hovered over send. "From the showers", I added, before pulling the trigger.
A few minutes passed, and then a few more. I should have known a guy like that would be busy already. I told myself he probably had plans with a different bottom every night.
A full 15 minutes later, disappointed, I resigned to taking care of myself. There was no way I could hold out until Tom was free. I was way too keyed up.
I pulled off my t-shirt, shucked my jeans and boxers, and grabbed my semi. With a few tugs it inflated to its full 6" and I was picking up steam.
This whole thing had reminded me, ironically, of one of my earliest times with Tom. I decided to use it as fuel for what could at least be an epic jerk session, and willed myself back into that moment.
I had about half-an-hour before I needed to leave for the cafe when Tom texted me.
"You busy?"
"Heading out soon. What's up?"
"I'm home alone. You got time?"
My pulse quickened at the idea of a midday booty-call. I really didn't have time, but that possibility, that indecision, made it so much hotter.
"What are you thinking?", I stalled.
There was a beat, and then a photo of Tom's cock arrived. It was at full mast and the fat head was smeared with precum. His thumb pressed at the base, forcing it away from his abs.
I started to chub looking at it. Fuck he had a nice dick.
"Such a tease", I answered.
"That a yes?"
"Tempting, but I can't"
Another pause, and this time a video. Tom's hand was wrapped around his pipe, making a few fast pumps then squeezing the head. Each cycle ended with a sharp inhale from behind the camera. I let it loop a few times, enthralled by the effect.
"Come on babe" he added while I was watching.
"So fucking daddy, but no can do"
I locked my phone and headed downstairs. I'd be a bit early to work, but I needed to leave before I did something stupid. I grabbed my bike and began pedalling towards downtown.
As I was riding, there was another buzz in my pocket. I debated ignoring it but quickly relented.
"Come give daddy what he needs", "Lemme see that pretty hole", "You know you want to", read the slew of messages. Tom had me figured out.
I coasted to a stop and ran my hand through my hair. The Andersons' was mostly on the way to work. I screwed my eyes shut. My boss wouldn't mind if I was 10 minutes late. I turned my bike around.
"Door unlocked?" I asked.
"Always ;)"
I hurried down the suburban streets and through the park. This had to be fast.
With a little less caution that I should have had, I let my bike skid next to the sliding door, then pulled it open. I didn't wait to knock.
Inside I heard the sound of someone getting fucked laid over a fast baseline. I followed the noise upstairs, riding a rush of adrenaline. It was so thrilling, so naughty, to be trespassing into this private space, not to mention how I'd been lured into it. The world seemed to pass in slow motion.
At the top of the stairs, I looked through a door into Tom's study. To one side, there was gay porn playing on a large flat pannel. A twink has his head over the side of a bed as two hunks jousted for his mouth. To the other side, Tom was naked in the center of a leather couch, ass right on the edge of the seat, thick legs locked straight, hand lazily milking his steel rod. His firm abs and meaty pecs completed the intoxicating scene.
"Hey babe", he smiled, clearly satisfied with his seduction.
Without a word, I walked into the room and kneeled between his legs. I could feel his body heat and the air smelled salty. In one motion, I bent down and inhaled his manhood, staring up into his grey eyes. His stubbly face was partially blocked by his powerful chest.
For a few minutes, I worked his shaft with my tongue and lips. He was over 2" wide, so I had no hope of taking him into my throat at this point, though I certainly tried. I gagged repeatedly as his head rammed the back of my gullet, but it didn't shake my enthusiasm.
Meanwhile, Tom had pulled his hands behind his head, flexing his huge biceps. He was focused on the screen but definitely savouring my eager cock-worship.
"Shiiit", he sighed. "Someday you're gonna swallow this meat."
As the action on screen picked up, Tom began to buck his hips to meet my face. Initially this worked, but before long he was nearly face-fucking me and I decided to give him the real thing.
Apparently he had the same idea, as the moment I pulled back, he hooked his arms under my armpits and spun me into the air. Effortlessly, he carried me behind the couch, then bent me forward so my waist hit the backrest. His fuck-stick pointed the way, smearing my shirt with spit and precum.
"Ok baby, that's enough teasin'. Time for daddy to get what he really needs", he said.
"Do it daddy. Feed my pussy", I bit my lower lip.
The next few minutes were frantic. My pants were forced to my ankles, but otherwise I stayed dressed. Tom grabbed the bottle of lube he'd been bating with and used it to grease himself up. Without further ceremony, his spongy head found my pucker and pressed in.
It was equal parts agony and desperation as he entered. His girth stretched my ring to its limit, but I knew that tightness would be heaven around his massive dick. I was happy to oblige.
Immediately, he started piston-fucking me. Each time he clapped my ass, I was momentarily lifted off my feet, and the couch slid forward slightly. The powerful thrusts made my knees weak, and soon Tom had to grab my hips to keep me from slipping.
"Unh. Unh. Unh. Unh, Unh", I whined in time with his high speed assault.
His aim was still uncertain, but every few strokes he found my prostate and hit it like a sledgehammer. In those flashs, my eyes rolled back and I left my body. They punctuated the violent fullness of Tom's mammoth schlong.
"Look at that pretty pink pussy", he huffed. "It's chewin' up my daddy cock. Shiiiit! Katie never takes it this hard."
"Yeah daddy! Use my hole! Put a fuckin' baby in me!"
And he did. With a final deep ram, I felt Tom explode in my guts.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he yelled in one extended syllable.
A flood of jizz poured out of his fertile balls, drowning my aching pussy and leaking down his throbbing shaft. He held my hips tightly, pinning his fuck-hole in breeding position.
As soon as he relaxed, before he could pull out, I grabbed my 6" and yanked. Ever the gentleman, Tom reached around to finish me off, but he was too slow. By the time his hand arrived, I was blowing my own man-cream onto the back off the couch.
I shook with the force of my orgasm, my wrecked hole unable to close around the stiff tool jammed inside it. Thick globs of cock-slime lubed the contractions and spurted out into Tom's trimmed pubes. He shuddered with the tightness, enhancing the sensation.
When it was over, I inhaled deeply. Both of us were spent. He was dripping from the exertion of power-fucking me while supporting my weight. I couldn't express how sexy that desire and determination made me feel.
"Christ babe! Good to know how fuckin' hard you can take it. I haven't laid pipe like that in fuckin' years."
From that point on, the memory became fuzzy. I remembered ditching Tom for the cleanup and sprinting back to my bike. The whole thing probably only took 10 minutes, but I still ended up being late to work.
When I finally arrived at the cafe, I did my best to clean myself up, but I was 90% sure my coworkers figured it out. My ass was sore and dripping that entire shift. At least they we're polite enough not to mention anything.
Back on my bed, alone, I was leaking like crazy. I'd been on the edge a few times, but I wanted to ride it for as long as possible. This kind of build up was worth stretching.
As I crested another wave, my phone buzzed next to me. I released my aching cock, willing myself not to nut, and looked down at the screen.
"Sup bro? Long time"
Matt and Zak's First Workout
I was panicking. What the hell was I supposed to say back? My frustration from earlier hadn't planned further than a lame introduction. Screw past Matt.
I grabbed my phone with my dry hand and held it over my face. Just a second ago, my shitty night had been going pretty well, but now I felt like a dork. How could one-and-a-half sentences make me this anxious?
I thought through a few different responses, acting them out in my head to see how they might go. I wanted to come off chill, almost bored, just like he had. What was it about jocks that let them do that so easily? Was it the same gene that made you ripped and handsome? Every version I tried sounded wrong before I even typed it.
About 5 minutes passed this way, paralyzed with indecision, thumb poised over my keyboard. The stakes were laughably tiny, and yet Zak made them feel huge. As I continued debating the merits of punctuation, my neglected cock deflated in my hand. Fortunately, I didn't have to decide.
"Looking?", came another text.
Holy shit! Was this for real? Not only did I not fuck it up, he was just straight up asking if I wanted his dick. There was no way he was this into me. It had to be a mistake. I didn't even know if he was actually gay.
"Right now?", I forced myself to answer.
"Yeah man", "You travel?", then a link to a map.
The location was on campus. I figured he must be living in one of the single dorms upperclassmen sometimes got.
"Yeah. Be there in 20?"
"Sick dude"
In the space of two-dozen words, I had somehow scored plans with a total stud I knew absolutely nothing about.
Osborne College, despite a very well produced ad campaign to the contrary, was every bit a safety school. Nestled in California suburbs, no high-school seniors were hanging hopeful pennants over their desks, but it did provide a quality education at a reasonable price.
It was built in the 70s, giving the place a curved concrete aesthetic, and the student body was mostly adult commuters and local kids. That was basically how I ended up going, just 1 of 7000 nobodies.
The one potentially remarkable thing about Osborne was its basketball team. While none of our other programs were competitive, either academic or athletic, we did manage to field a championship D2 squad. I probably would have fantasized about them, if I'd ever gone to a single game.
The campus sprung into view as I turned onto the main through-street. It was definitely night now, and the streetlights cast everything in the dim orange of sodium-light. Luckily, it wasn't a big school, and I'd ridden home in the dark plenty of times.
Before I rushed out, I'd tossed on my clothes, plus something a little special: t-shirt, jeans, and a fancy gay-jockstrap that I thought made my butt look extra perky. Hopefully, Zak was into it too. The thought of him fucking me, while I was still wearing it, had an inexplicable appeal.
Mom had asked what I was up to as I was putting my shoes on. By my age, she expected me to have evening plans a few nights a week. It wasn't like I was sneaking out, but she still worried. I'd told her I was meeting a new friend from school, which was close enough to the truth to keep the lie off my conscience. That thing was already overloaded as it was.
I checked my phone to make sure I was headed to the right spot, and then pedalled hard for the last few blocks. I was a ball of nerves as I got closer, basically shivering. Why had I agreed to meet this complete stranger, alone, at midnight? He had to be 5 times stronger than I was. There were so many ways this could end badly. I snapped my bike lock closed.
Behind me, a pair of headlights flicked on, blinded me, then flicked off again. A tall shadow with a triangular outline stepped out of the car and sauntered in my direction.
"Zak?", I called, heart racing.
"Yeah bro. Right on time."
As my eyes readjusted, I saw he was wearing a pair of silky basketball shorts, and a bright blue hoodie with a UA logo on the chest. Neither did anything to hide his sculpted body, not to mention his mouth-watering bulge. His sleeves went taught whenever he bent his massive arms, and I was pretty sure he was going commando based on all the jostling below his waistband.
If I'd had to guess, I'd have said he'd just rolled out of bed. The way he could arrive so casually to a hookup, and still look so sexy, it almost made me jealous. The only thing out of place was his hair: beard trimmed with precise edges, bangs styled into that trademark point.
"So, is your dorm near here?", I asked when he was within arms-length.
"Nah", he laughed. "I had something else in mind."
"Whaddya mean?"
"Well, seein' how much you enjoyed the showers, we're gonna up our game."
My jaw clenched. This was beginning to sound weird, but I didn't see a lot of options. At this distance, it was clear just how easily he could overpower me.
"I got 24/7 access to the gym", he continued. "Kinna like a signing bonus. You and I are gonna have some fun while the place is empty."
"You mean, in there?", I pointed across the street.
"Hell yeah dude. I'm chubbin' up just thinkin' about it." He swiped at the noticeable tent in his shorts. "You ridin' me on a bench-press? I'd cum so fuckin' hard."
"I don't know about -", I started, but Zak interrupted.
"Dude. This is now or never. I'm not gonna like... rape you. But if you ever want this dick again, you're takin' it tonight."
I hesitated for a moment. Was I really this easy? Fuck it, of course I was.
I followed Zak's lead as we slipped into the gym. Just like he'd said, his student ID unlocked it no problem. It was deserted, but about half the lights were still on, giving everything a criminal feel.
Despite having used the pool for years, I'd never actually been to this side of the building before now, and I didn't know what to expect. I'd always just imagined it as a place where stacked frat guys hung out and grunted. That description was about to get pretty accurate.
We rounded a cluster of machines I didn't recognize, and then we were standing in a smaller space with racks of dumbbells and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Zak peeled off his hoodie as we entered, revealing his smooth, rippling back, and biceps the size of my thighs. When we stopped, next to one of the weight racks, all he had on were his shorts.
"Let's start off slow", he commanded. "Strip. Then get me nice and wet."
I followed his orders and shed my jeans and t-shirt. When I made a move to take off my jock, he smiled and shook his head.
"Leave it. That shit's hot dude"
From there on, I took his meaning and got on my knees in front of him. I was still super nervous about all this, but I couldn't deny I wanted his body. I wanted one like it, wanted it inside me, and wanted to please him because of it.
I moved my lips to the obvious head of his huge cock and started sucking at it though the silky fabric. My spit left a noticeable wet spot as his outline grew. He just stood there, enjoying the show of me rooting around his crotch, huge hands poised to take control if needed.
Before long, the sweet flavour of precum oozed through the thin polyester, and I knew it was time to move on. I hooked my thumbs into the sides of Zak's waistband and gently tugged. It stretched over his tree-trunk thighs, and bent his stiff rod downward, until the shorts finally slid to the floor. At last, his stud-cock was on display, and it sprung back to attention, slapping his cut abs on the rebound.
His musk was inescapable now and I drank it in. Not gross, just pungent and masculine, his jock virility was fighting his body wash.
Without missing a beat, I took the engorged member into my mouth and vacuumed over half of it in. Zak was longer than Tom's 7", but not quite as thick, meaning my lips had plenty of practice. He seemed surprised at how fast I gobbled him down.
"Shit bro", he hissed. "You got some skills. Fuckin' baller."
I gargled my enthusiasm while I bobbed up and down. His encouragement made me even more eager to serve.
When his fat head and upper shaft were good and slippery, I went to swallow him. My throat easily opened around the first couple inches, but right around Tom's length, I bottomed out and started sputtering. My gags only tightened the muscles surrounding Zak's fuck-pipe.
"Hoooo fuck! Who'da thought you could throat it? Fuck dude, choke on my fuckin' cock."
Zak's hands wrapped around my skull and pushed down. I tried to resist but I was nowhere near strong enough. He was going balls deep and I didn't get a vote.
I felt my throat open wider than it ever had before as he forced himself into the velvet embrace. It was terrifying, my eyes were watering, and I couldn't breathe. I wanted him to go deeper.
He held me there for a few seconds, with my nose mashed into his intoxicating crotch. My throat muscles spasmed around his stiff manhood, and he tossed his head back in pleasure.
"Bro your throat is so fuckin' tight", he groaned. "It's fuckin' milking me. Shiiit, I might bust straight down your hatch."
He withdrew momentarily and I gulped in fresh air. Then, just as quickly, he forced himself back down.
"You want that bruh? You wanna get big and strong feedin' on my jock spunk?"
Fuck yes I did.
This cycle slowly progressed into a full-on face-fuck, and Zak's fuck-talk devolved into a nonstop stream of swears. Between breaths, I found I was getting better at accommodating his gargantuan jizz-cannon. I was still on the verge of tears, but as he reached full speed, I could nearly control my gulps, and was timing them to match his back-strokes.
For some deeply irrational reason, I wanted this to feel as good for him as it possibly could. It was like some twisted sense of obligation that overrode my own survival instinct. Serve big man.
With a start, Zak's hands pulled my head away from his groin. My throat burned as I inhaled, and black spots I hadn't noticed cleared from my vision.
"Fuck dude, I was so fuckin' close. You've got a prize fuckin' suck-hole. I almost let it rip right there, but I'm savin' this load for your sweet fuckin' snatch."
Then he did something I was totally unprepared for. Still puppeteered by his massive hands, he pulled me up to his level, and mashed our faces together. I had no clue how to respond to this sudden intimacy. Tom, my only point of comparison, never kissed during any of our hookups.
Zak's lips felt so soft in contrast to the filth they'd been spewing a moment earlier. His expertly groomed beard rasped by cheek in a way that lit my scalp on fire. His tongue invaded my mouth and fought mine into submission. Was this was sex was like with a gay guy?
A second later, he pulled me away.
"Ok bruh, time for the main event", he said.
"Fuck me", I pleaded. My earlier uncertainty has been erased by lust.
He didn't answer, just stuck out his tongue and flexed, as if fucking me was a joke with one of his buddies. I was rock hard in my jockstrap.
He pulled me up into his incredible arms, and carried us toward a nearby flat-bench. My legs naturally wrapped themselves around his narrow waist, and my forearms locked behind his thick traps. I could feel the heat of his pulsing cock against my crack, and his chest was like warm stone against my own. Our faces stayed within inches of one another, and my needy gaze drilled into his pale eyes.
He sat down on the end of the bench, and my thighs dropped onto his. Without a pause, he spun me so I sat in his lap, then reclined onto his back and dragged my ass to his face. His huge hands palmed my smooth white globes, pulling them apart to expose the tender flesh within.
Like lightning, his tongue dug into my pucker, and his stubble tickled my taint. I was already pretty good to go, and I'd prepped for Tom not two hours earlier, so I didn't need much loosening up. It still came as a shock that this stud would want to lick my hole. I yipped at the sensation of his oral massage.
"Damn that's a tasty puss", his voice vibrated beneath me. His exploration didn't let up, nibbling and poking at my inviting cum-chute.
I shuddered at the feeling and dove for his shaved balls. They were lying right in front of me, and I couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. While Zak opened my hole for the impending onslaught, I drew his walnut sized splooge-factories into my mouth, one after the other.
There was something hypnotic about having them so close to me. The sources of his undeniable masculinity were right here. I wanted to worship their primal force. He grunted his approval into my fast expanding entrance.
I'd never been eaten like this before either, not with such yearning. Zak's tongue was a true double threat. I might have let him continue forever, had there not been a bigger prize staring me in the face.
Whimpering, I lifted off with my heels and scooted down to his auburn crotch. My own tongue bath had left it slick with spit, and somehow his 8.5 inches looked even stiffer than when I'd started. A drool of salty precum ran from his swollen piss-slit. That was all the lube I wanted or needed.
In one fluid motion, I impaled myself on his shaft, willing it as deep as I could. The firm head easily breached me, and blazed a trail for the endless jock-meat that followed. Zak hissed as his helmet-ridge slid into my tightness. There was almost no pain, just incredible fullness.
"Fuck yeah bro", he gaped. "Get those balls up in there."
But I couldn't. Even with my ample preparation, there was just too much of him. I could feel myself bottoming out yet my cheeks were hovering in the air.
"Unh. Fuck Zak. You're too fuckin' big."
"I know dude. You fuckin' love my donkey dick. Take what you need."
"Shit it's so deep. There's no fuckin' way."
"Bruh you're so fuckin' close. You know you want it all."
Once again, his single-minded drive was enough to convince me, and I bent to his desire. I relaxed my knees and let my body-weight carry me all the way down to his muscular thighs.
It was torture as the last inch disappeared, like I was being torn apart. There was some kind of wall inside me that opposed the rising pressure. I screwed up my face with the effort.
Then, all at once, my inner-ring released, surrendering to its new master. I felt Zak's slick meat-spear enter the virgin depths of my interior, claiming them for himself, fulfilling my destiny
"Good fuckin' hussle", he sighed.
I caught my breath for half-a-second, then continued to my real work, riding this stud for all he was worth. My feet flat on the carpet, I pushed myself up, and then let myself fall back again. This time the initial resistance was almost gone, and I landed with a satisfying clap on my human dildo.
I caught my reflection in one of the mirrors. Who was that eager slut debasing himself in public? Where had he been all my life?
Zak's long fingers, previously laced behind his head, clipped onto my waist to steady my bounces. Up and down, up and down, I let myself revel in the new sensations he granted me. Blood rushed to my ears, and I closed my eyes, moaning in the thunderous darkness.
Clap. "Unh." Clap. "Unh." Clap. "Unh." I looped like a broken record.
With each ram, his mighty length ground luxuriously against my spot. Mixed with the stimulation to my second-hole, something powerful began to build in my pelvis.
I was experienced with prostate play, but this was different. It felt like it was leading somewhere, not just teasing, but toward a full-fledged orgasm. I'd heard about this, but now it was within reach. I could nearly grab it.
And then it slipped away. Unaware of my encroaching climax, Zak had something else in mind. Without pulling him self out, he lifted my legs and twisted me around, using his fuck-pole as an axel. The friction was intense for both of us, and made me realize just how strong he really was.
This repositioning changed the angle of his assault, and the growing storm inside me retreated back to where it had come from. I almost grieved the loss, but now I knew it was there, waiting for me. One day, I would capture that feeling.
My eyes snapped open, and beauty was waiting for me. Every muscle in Zak's body was taught and ready, flushed with blood, and slick with sweat. My own softer body was no doubt similar. His biceps and tris flexed menacingly, and his chiseled chest clenched under its dusting of fur.
"Fuckin' ace dude", he stuck his tounge out again. "Get ready. I'm gonna fuckin' bust."
"Cream my guts", I begged.
His left arm shot up and pulled my head down to his, while his right finally freed my own slimy dick from its mesh prison. We kissed again, even more aggressively than before, while he began to jerk me.
At this point, I was no longer contributing to the fuck. Zak's powerful hips and legs had taken control, and were jackhammering up into my fuck-tunnel. I went limp and let him dominate every part of me.
"Shit. I'm almost there. Fuckin' pound me out," I babbled into his mouth.
And then I came. Insane jets of watery cum coursed up my rod and doused his chest, collecting in the troughs of his abs and pecs. One or two even reached his chin, soaking into his beard. I barely noticed. I wasn't there.
As I unloaded, my ring did its sworn duty to finish Zak off. With a vice-like grip, the friction overwhelmed him, and he set off his own waterworks display.
"Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" he roared. "Take my nuuuuuut!"
At least as much jizz as had just left me, probably more, was suddenly sprayed into my hungry guts. Unlike my watery juice, his was thick and ropey, teeming with vitality. My body greedily drank, but he gave more than I could handle. The excess goo drenched the bench beneath us.
When we were both thoroughly exhausted, I collapsed onto him, and ignored the stickiness between our skin. Without a word, he wiped up a fingerful of both of our baby-batter and fed it to me. Then he resealed his lips around mine.
As we exited the gym, through the sliding glass doors and out of Zak's fantasy domain, my anxieties reasserted themselves. What the fuck had I just done? What if there were cameras? Who really was this demigod? Why was he even talking to me?
"Bro, that was lit! Better than I even planned." He punched my shoulder with a force he thought was playful, but it stung for an instant. "I'll hit you up next time I need to wet my dick."
"Uhh... sure man", I shot back.
We split up and headed for our rides. It was just past 1am, and a night chill had settled. I wasn't looking forward to that, or my bike seat.
Just as I kicked off, Zak called out again from across the street.
"Yo dude! You into basketball? Summa the boys are lookin' for a cocksucker."
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