pic 3: Briscoe's wife became pregnant, and she stopped having sex with him early on. It was a long hot summer, and when I called by late of an evening he was always in his boxers, watching porn. I cracked open a beer, and took a swig. He'd dropped his shorts, and was looking at his hard-on. I dropped down between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. He pushed me down on it. He was there in seconds. An later the same thing happened. He said nothing, I said nothing. Nothing had happened
a week later he called in on me. My wife had always liked Briscoe, and I turned a blind eye. He went out to the kitchen and chatted to her. It went quiet. Well, sort of quiet. There seemed to be some sounds. Then Ellie gave a stifled whimper. A minute later Briscoe came in, downed the rest of his beer and left. Ellie gave birth to a little girl nine months later. Nothing was said, but there seemed to be a tacit acknowledgment that it was his. A few months later he said he wanted to give Ellie another one, was it alright? I loved my wife, and couldn't lose her. Or him. I nodded. There was nothing hole-in-the-corner about it this time. They did it in our bed, as I lay in the double in the next room. I listened to the sounds. There were plenty of them. It quietened down, and I was falling asleep when I realised someone had come into my room. It was Brix. He climbed into my bed without a word, and lay flat on his back, hands behind his head. No language was needed. I went down under the cover and cleaned up his semi-hard cock with my mouth. Just like in college. I wasn't sure whether he was going to get erect again, but he pushed my head away. He turned away from me and fell asleep
pic 9: it was not unusual in this tournament, especially at this weight and class, for the winner of a bout to expect sexual favours from the loser. There was nothing said or explicit, but if a winner wanted what he regarded as his he usually made it clear in the locker room after. Harding had just beat me in a close-run fight, and I was hurting. I just wanted to get home and let Emma take care of me. But Harding started cruising in my line of vision. I tried to towel off quicker and get dressed, but he came over, naked, and picked up my satin boxer shorts. He threw them over to his bench. This was a claim alright, but I still tried to ignore him, and pulled on my socks. He sat down right in front of me and looked. This was now a case of honour. He'd made his claim and if I backed off I would be branded a lightweight, a non-player. Whatever you did you lost. I sighed and dropped down to one knee, between his legs. He opened his legs wider, and I went down on his rising cock. A few guys watched, and took photos on their mobile phones. One had even filmed it, and it went up on a private forum associated with the sport. Harding was divorced, and living alone. I don't know how he got my number, but a week later I got a text telling me to call over. I did. I sucked him off. I was bitched. It was how things were
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pic 3: Briscoe's wife became pregnant, and she stopped having sex with him early on. It was a long hot summer, and when I called by late of an evening he was always in his boxers, watching porn. I cracked open a beer, and took a swig. He'd dropped his shorts, and was looking at his hard-on. I dropped down between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. He pushed me down on it. He was there in seconds. An later the same thing happened. He said nothing, I said nothing. Nothing had happened
a week later he called in on me. My wife had always liked Briscoe, and I turned a blind eye. He went out to the kitchen and chatted to her. It went quiet. Well, sort of quiet. There seemed to be some sounds. Then Ellie gave a stifled whimper. A minute later Briscoe came in, downed the rest of his beer and left. Ellie gave birth to a little girl nine months later. Nothing was said, but there seemed to be a tacit acknowledgment that it was his. A few months later he said he wanted to give Ellie another one, was it alright? I loved my wife, and couldn't lose her. Or him. I nodded. There was nothing hole-in-the-corner about it this time. They did it in our bed, as I lay in the double in the next room. I listened to the sounds. There were plenty of them. It quietened down, and I was falling asleep when I realised someone had come into my room. It was Brix. He climbed into my bed without a word, and lay flat on his back, hands behind his head. No language was needed. I went down under the cover and cleaned up his semi-hard cock with my mouth. Just like in college. I wasn't sure whether he was going to get erect again, but he pushed my head away. He turned away from me and fell asleep
pic 9: it was not unusual in this tournament, especially at this weight and class, for the winner of a bout to expect sexual favours from the loser. There was nothing said or explicit, but if a winner wanted what he regarded as his he usually made it clear in the locker room after. Harding had just beat me in a close-run fight, and I was hurting. I just wanted to get home and let Emma take care of me. But Harding started cruising in my line of vision. I tried to towel off quicker and get dressed, but he came over, naked, and picked up my satin boxer shorts. He threw them over to his bench. This was a claim alright, but I still tried to ignore him, and pulled on my socks. He sat down right in front of me and looked. This was now a case of honour. He'd made his claim and if I backed off I would be branded a lightweight, a non-player. Whatever you did you lost. I sighed and dropped down to one knee, between his legs. He opened his legs wider, and I went down on his rising cock. A few guys watched, and took photos on their mobile phones. One had even filmed it, and it went up on a private forum associated with the sport. Harding was divorced, and living alone. I don't know how he got my number, but a week later I got a text telling me to call over. I did. I sucked him off. I was bitched. It was how things were
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