I’m thinking that I should move away from him a little, otherwise he may think I’m gay! As it turned out our paths only crossed once more, about six months later at the club’s end of season party. Brad keeps holding onto my penis for a few more seconds as I stop shuddering and try to compose myself. We got to talking and shooting baskets. He grits his teeth and lets out a quiet guttural moan, followed by a much louder groan as four big gobs of cum shoot out from the end of his penis. Finally I look up from an extended glance at that beautiful waist hair line of his, and he is staring right at me. That does it, I feel my own dick getting rock hard. I’m still breathing hard, feeling dizzy, and a slight amount of embarrassment is already creeping in. My penis is tingling, and his heat against my thigh is the best thing I’ve ever felt.
