Poor little boy (Part 2: Klingon Sex)
So me and the boy arrived at my house. You’re probably thinking I shouldn’t bring boys home but I have some tricks I learned from a friendly bouncer which basically would scar most people for life. I’m not afraid. It’s life. Either live it and accept you will die, or hide in a basement until you die. Either way, you don’t get to keep your toys.
The boy seemed kind of nervous so me being the kind gentle soul that I am, grabbed the top of his jeans, pulled them down to his ankled and gave him the blow job from Hell as he leaned up against my front door. Yes, we were inside. What kind of freak do you think I am?
Anyway, when the Boy (there is a reason to capitalize) came, something was abundantly clear.
Boys are relatively easy to calm down. The only issue I might have faced is if he would have left, or worse… fallen asleep. But, fortunately, he seemed to perk up. Or relax. Well, that happens after… you get the idea.
The Boy took off his pants and underwear and we reclined on my couch. He noticed I was still clothed, and I told him he was half clothed. If he wanted me out of my clothes, he would have to cook me dinner and clean my house.
“Are you serious?” he said moving as if he was getting off the couch.
I thought, hmm, the fish swallowed the hook farther that I swallowed per se. I lunged at him and kissed him for the first time. Lots of guys don’t like cum breath, but I think I got the Boy by surprise and he had forgotten what we had done on the entry way cause he kissed me back and passionately. I ran my fingers through his hair and twisted. His head came off like a top… oh wait, that was Steven Segal.
Ok, where was I? I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled back and made him look at me. “Listen to me,” I said. “This is between you and I and for one night only.” He looked a little worried, so I smiled. “I’m relatively sure we won’t sleep. Are you ok with that?”
His eyes moved to not make contact with mine for a moment as if he was wondering what the fuck he had gotten himself into. Then his eyes came back to me and abruptly pushed me back slamming my head into the couches arm. “Oww,” I said.
“Are you ok?” he asked. I noticed a part of him was starting to poke me. I looked up at him and squinted my eyes and licked my lips. And then…
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