cumboyintn: Your youngest son, Eric, worked really hard and managed to make the basketball team at h
cumboyintn: Your youngest son, Eric, worked really hard and managed to make the basketball team at his community College. You didn’t figure the team would do too well partly because while you loved him, he had about as much coordination as an epileptic tortoise, but mostly because at 5'4", he just wasn’t as tall as his opponents were gonna be. But still you supported him. Just before the team’s first game, the got together to take a photo of the team in all their glory. There he stood, surrounded by and towered ov÷r by his teammates. After they took it the guys went back into the locker room for their pregame speech. Another parent, who you found out was the starting left guard’s dad, told you that he was happy to see the guys ready for another season. You mentioned that you hoped he was right. He snapped back that he was sure, especially since they got the all important fuck foto. Confused, you asked him what he meant. He mentioned that it was a tradition here. Before the first game, the guys got a pic taken and thus establishing their order for fucking the team fag. If the team wins, the start with the guys in the back row. They’ve got such strong camaraderie that they play their best to make sure each guy gets his turn during the season. Tonight, if they beat Winston, 35, Fuller, will get the first fuck of the season. Coach only brings just enough guys onto the team for each one to get his turn. If they make it to the playoffs, the faggot gets gangbanged after each game, win or lose. Damn! Things sure changed since I went to school. So who’s the faggot? Hell buddy that should be easy to spot. Hes that short shit who couldn’t make a lay up if he was the only guy on the court. He ain’t worth much on the court, but my boy, Finn, tells me he gives one hell of a mean hummer. Officially they only get to fuck him if they win, but if past seasons are any judge, those guys will be passing more than a ball around. Especially on road trips! Ha ha. I tried to stay positive for Eric, but all I could do was watch the guys as the rubbed his head and occasionally patted his ass. After the game I told Eric I’d be waiting for him in the car, but he told me to go on home. He catch a ride with Fuller. The guys wanted to celebrate the first win of season. -- source link