Eric, in a panic, felt himself awash in a casscade of the jock's saliva and the melting sugar and caramel. The sweet liquid seeped toward the back of the jock's throat and began a rapid plunge, pushed down by a huge, muscular tongue.
•••••
Joe watched a small lump slide down Scott's throat as his jock friend swallowed.
"Mmm, that was good," Scott said.
"Got anymore?" Joe asked.
Scott smiled and, feeling generous, gave his teammate the last candy.
"Did you ever get to meet with Professor Brevard about your grades?" Joe asked as he unwrapped the Tootsie Roll.
"No, but you know?" Scott said. "I'm not worried about him. Everything always breaks in my favor, sooner or later. I don't think I'll have to worry about Professor Brevard."
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.09 seconds at 3:32pm on Nov 04, 2025 via server WEBX1.