Finally, the announcer screams into the microphone—”RUUUUUUN” I jerk around to look behind me, and there was Traylor, as ordered, pushing Tony Truelove to the plate. The snot continued to pour, as well now as the sweat pouring from my pits and belly. Tube8 Wasting no time, I went right into plunging my rock hard meat into the depths of his guts, All 8” to the hilt, poppin his ass as I hit it. Placing it in the microwave to warm it up, and adding a couple of taps of nutmeg, I hand to him. I pointed at him, with an evil grin. “Run b o y—run” !! Figure you come straight from the game in ur sweaty uniform, and you’ll be a
