Part I Meeting the Star
I first saw him, on the security feed, when I was providing "financial services" for a local dealer. He was about 6'1 and 200lb of sculpted muscle along with turquoise eyes and buzzed brown hair. As he approached I saw he was wearing a blue jersey with the #1 on it, a jacket that said KINGS Volleyball, and a pair of jeans. With every step he took closer to the door, the harder my dick became. The finally, I heard a knock. Hunter, the dealer I was working for, went to the door and opened it,
"Yo, Parker how is going. Whatcha need?"
So Parker was his name...lustful thoughts filled my head as I wondered what Parker's pussy would be like. As the Adonis on the screen stepped into the light, my semi rigid cock raised to full mast, The kid was drop dead gorgeous and apparently a jock too given what he was wearing. The faint outline of the jeans indicated a tight but round ass probably from being on the volleyball team.
"Just the usual" replied Parker.
Hunter went to his desk and opened his drawer withdrawing a ziplock bag with some weed in it. Looking a the volleyball jock, I saw his eyes examine the other stock available. Perhaps he has used some more heavy duty shit and with this a fantasy of a drugged out Parker having his volleyball sculpted ass being ploughed by me entered my brain. Apparently, Hunter saw the same gaze towards the stronger stuff.
"Sure? I got some speed or Tina that you got last time for that part." said Hunter
"Nah, dude. I got a game tomorrow. I can't be drugged out for that one. Coach told me that a ESPN reporter and a few college scouts are going to be at it." stated Parker.
As Parker reached into his jacket pocket, he noticed me.
"He cool man?" as Parker motioned his head towards me.
"Dude, if he wasn't cool he won't be in here, K" responding to Parker.
As volleyball jock withdrew his wallet and started getting out the cash, my glances revealed that he was a senior and was 18 per his drivers license. Parker, fished out the cash and laid it on the table. With that exchange, Hunter threw the baggie to Parker, who agilely grabbed it out of the air. As the baggie was being stuffed in the the back of his jeans, the definition in his arms was not hidden by his high school volleyball jacket,
"Thanks, dude" replied Parker
"No problem, P. If you need some more or anything else it's all here for you." Hunter said as he gathered the cash.
To be continued...