Chapter 3

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“I want you to meet my family,” he surprises me one afternoon between two of my biology classes. He unexpectedly shows up at my office in nothing more than a pair of tight running shorts and a muscle tee. He sits on the corner of my desk, reaches for my left palm, applies it to his Nike-covered private parts, and admits, “My sister and mother want to meet you.”

“Why? I’m certainly not special.”

“Special to me.”

“What if I don’t want to be in your little pony show?”

“It’s more like a stallion show when it comes to you.”

“That’s flattering. Thank you.”

He rubs my palm against his Lycra-covered cock and balls. He starts to grow hard, which I don’t mind at all. “What do you say, this upcoming weekend?”

I feel the outline of his growing shaft with my fingertips. “I’ll think about it.”

“Are you going to jerk me off right here?”

I shake my head. “I can’t. My class starts in ten minutes.”

“I will come in five,” he promises.