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freshman year of college, and they’d immediately become close.  John had kept him from being bullied as he wandered around campus, weighing one hundred twenty pounds in heavy clothes.  He’d taught him to work out every day to get some muscle definition, and he’d helped him by becoming his first client when he’d graduated.
    As he’d watched John in college, he’d known that his friend didn’t have the business acumen he’d need to try to face the WFL without an agent, and he was honestly afraid John would get screwed over by most agents.  It wasn’t that John wasn’t smart, but he was too trusting.  David wasn’t about to let him get taken advantage of.
    He went into the bathroom and washed his face before rinsing with mouthwash.  He didn’t want her to have any complaints about him.  He hurried back to the living area of the suite and threw the door open, afraid they’d knocked while he was in the bathroom.  He caught John with his hand raised, getting ready to knock. 
    Beside John was their beautiful little bride.  Her hair was wild and her face was flushed.  She looked like she’d been well-used by his friends, and that was fine.  As long as he was getting a turn, David had no right to complain.  This was what he’d agreed to.  He just wished he knew she wasn’t comparing him with the others, because he knew she’d find him lacking.
    “Thanks for bringing her.”  He grabbed April’s hand and pulled her into the room , and then he grinned at his old friend and closed the door in his face.  “Need a drink?” he asked.  He didn’t really want to waste the time getting her a drink, but he figured it would only be polite. 
    “That would be wonderful!  I haven’t had anything to eat or drink since around noon.”  Her eyes thanked him.
    He wanted to groan.  He’d just been asking to be polite.  Oh well, if he let her eat first, he’d have the excuse he had to hurry if he came way too soon.  He led her to the small kitchen and handed her a bottle of water before digging for something to eat.  “Sandwich?  Apple?”
    “Sandwich would be great.”  She watched him as he bent over pulling ingredients from the cold unit.  He threw together a sandwich and handed it to her. 
    She ate it quickly, knowing he didn’t want to waste all his time on her eating.  She took a quick swig of water from the bottle after finishing her sandwich.  “Do you mind if I take this in the bedroom with me?” she asked.
    “Of course not!”  He looked her up and down.  She was wearing the dress she’d worn on stage.  He could see her nipples through it, and he felt his cock growing even harder.  “Are you ready then?”  He knew he was rushing her, but a lot of their time had already passed.  Why had he offered her a sandwich?  What was wrong with him?  No one else was worried about feeding her.  Just him!
    Because you want her to be happy and comfortable , a little voice in his head told him.  He sighed.  He’d never been able to not help others.  It just wasn’t in his nature.
    She nodded her eyes on his over the bottle.  He led her into the bedroom and closed the door behind him.  He knew no one would come in, but he was feeling very insecure about his ability to perform, and didn’t want to risk it.
    He stripped quickly, noticing that her eyes immediately went to his cock.  He was surprised because she’d seemed so much shyer than that just hours before.  “Like what you see?”
    She blushed, nodding.  “I don’t really know what I’m looking at, but yeah.  I think I like it.”  She shrugged.
    He took the bottle of water from her hand and put it on the nightstand. He kissed her, his tongue slowly entering her mouth.  He’d kissed one other woman in his life, but she’d been old and unattractive, and he’d not been able to get an erection with her.  He knew it would be different with April. His hands went to the hem of her dress and he threw it on the