Why should I be in class when my teacher is somewhere off in Mexico? How is that possibly fair?At least in 20 minutes, I will be on my way home. By the way, my name is Gabe, I am a freshmen in college, just trying to get my way through these shitty classes. I am six feet tall, with ear length dark brown hair. I have bright blue eyes with dark blue rings around my irises. During high school I was on the swim team, and I continue to swim now, so I am strong and lean with muscles. I am not saying I am the best looking guy around, I think I am far from. But I sure as hell am not the worst. I have had my share of girlfriends, but none of them kept my interest for very long, high school girls are too vain for my liking. When I came to college I was excited to get with a lot of older college girls, and I had some chances, but found my shower was deeper than most of them.
It was the morning of Wednesday, December 28th as I made my way to the WWE offices in Stamford at 8:30am. Two nights ago I spent the night with Trish Stratus, then last night I spent the night with former diva Debra Marshall although I was in a sour mood by the end of it because I found out she had conspired with Stephanie to mess with my head. We had sex in the limo, then I left at about 10pm and as far as I knew she was flying back to Texas to do whatever she did there. The sex was great, maybe the best of my life, but I wasnt a big fan of getting worked like that, so I was looking forward to talking to Stephanie. I had no idea what I was going to say since she was my boss and Ive only been working for her under a week. Still, I planned on saying something about it.
I awoke a week later, at 6am to find my house empty. My mother must have left during the night.
Tomorrow, Monday was football tryouts. This meant I would have to go get cleats, under armor and gloves.
I had about $1000 dollars left in my account from my last job. So I was good on money. I just needed to get there.
I hopped in the shower, reminiscing the week prior to this, beating my meat. I had almost completely given up trying to find out why it happened so sudden. I felt my climax, shooting rope, after rope of my pearl white cum hitting the walls and shower curtains.