I would fantasies about things like Ms White keeping me in for detention, or Ms White giving me a lift home the long way, or Ms White asking me to go to her house to fix something, in all the story lines we would end up in bed, on her sofa, on her desk in class or on her back seat fucking me. She must have made oceans of cum flow down plug holes or in beds, from all the guys wanking to visions of her through big cocks the years. Everything about her screamed sex to a young boy like me, her perfume was sexy, her legs, her shoes, everything about her was sexy. Obviously the lads in class never spoke to each other about what we did and like I said earlier, I thought I invited the art of wanking, I never even knew it had a name or a title, but when you are a boy it is the most enjoyable thing to do. I finished off just as my mom walked into the room. "Mom.... you really have to start knocking on the door" "Why? What would you be doing?" She asked trying to embarrass me. "The school just called, you are off today, so no need to be getting up, but when you are up, I need you to cut that grass" Oh fuck, I thought to myself, the lawnmower is blowjob still over in Mr Byrnes house. I wasn't planning to visit him today. Every time he sees me he wants to pull down my trousers and fuck my ass, yes he pays me and I made good money from him and is pal, but I really needed to give my ass time to heal after the last hammering it got from Mr Byrne and his friend, plus my mouth was sore and the only taste I had on my mouth was their cum and piss. Mom smiled and said " see you later love, have a great exciting day, bye for now" I heard her about to close the front door when she screamed up to me "don't forget that back grass son" Then "bang" as the front door closed. Chapter two: I knew there was a key to the back door of Byrne's house, so I could get into the house without having to alert or wake him, but then the mower could be in the shed and I don't know if it is locked or where the fucken key is?. "Fuck it, let me pull my cock again" I thought to myself, "I will deal with the lawnmower later" Masturbation is a great problem solver, you just drift into another world and think about who you would love to fuck. I enjoyed wanking thinking about Ms White the most, sometimes the girls in my class and never about the boys, but the thought of having to blonde go to interracial old Byrnes house was getting in the way of me cumming again. "Fuck this I better get up", I said to myself". I got up, had a bath, tried to wank again but Byrne kept spoiling it, gave up, got out, still horny, got dressed and had breakfast. Byrne was always horny and always fucking, and it was always men or boys that he fucked, never saw him even kiss his wife or even hold her hand. Now I am horny and if he sees me he will want me to bend over or suck his cock, I wonder if he would suck my cock? She went right back to moaning. Maybe they won’t let her wear normal clothes?” Were some of the thoughts that ran through my mind as we walked. Shannon told her she looked perfect. “Please? David let his pants drop to the floor where his belt buckle clunked heavily. As she collapsed like a broken dummy I flipped her again, sat on her face. She got down on her hands and knees to clean it up and all of the time was showing her ass and big cocks pussy to her father. I told her, underplaying how much it really did hurt, blonde both the length and the girth. Instead, I ended up in homes interracial where I was viewed as nothing more than a government check, at best, and a punching bag, at worst. They agreed after they seen what state their daughter was in. Karen walked Lindsey over to their car. The lights got even more dim and bright lights came up on the stage. While she started stammering about blowjob some financial problems at home, Michael’s brain was in overdrive.