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Jake and Me PartOn and Me PartOne
by
Dale10
It was my own fault, I suppose that I allowed Jake to lead
me down the path
to my own complete humiliation degradation and destruction.
After all he
had just turned eighteen and I was thirty-five. What made
me think he would
ever be interested in me to begin with? Well, I know the
answer. Lonely
middle aged gay guys who are in good shape, still prowl
dance clubs and bars
and malls and streets looking for that sweet young cute
"true love" that
will give their lives meaning. Reality goes right out the
window. And when
I said complete destruction, I was not exaggerating.
I'm an actor or was...I am nothing now but a fucked up
demented cum rag.
I was an actor, which means that I was poor. So I took
jobs at local urban
high schools directing high school plays and staging swing
choir numbers.
It brought in rent money and I got to hang around with cute
young kids,
which always was my weakness.
The first day at Central, I spotted Jake and he spotted
me. He was not
only one of the main soloists for the swing choir, but
obviously one of the
most popular boys in the school. A well built lanky moving
high spirited
boy who always had a gang hanging around him laughing at
his jokes. Girls
and boys alike seemed drawn to him, and he flung his arms
casually around
the shoulders of both sexes as he joked and played. He was
drop-dead
gorgeous. Not muscular, but well built...he played soccer,
I found out. He
had a modern lazy slouch to his walk and he looked good
enough to eat in his
kaki pants and layered tee shirt and sweater combinations.
He had a narrow
sensitive face with lips that permanently curled into a
sneer and showed
flashing, even white teeth. His hair looked uncombed and
sexy as hell.
Sometimes, he wore a necklace and other days he wore an
earring. He made
eye contact with me that first day, and I was putty in his
hands. He would
get my attention by asking stupid questions that would
bring snickers from
the some of the other boys. Jake knew at once I was gay,
and I couldn't
tell if his eye contact was telling me he was too...or just
that he was on
to me. I broke out in a cold sweat.
Each time I tried to stage the kids in couples
movements, he would
ask some question and put his hands on me, making me the
girl, asking me to
show him how to do a step. I could hear some of the guys
laughing, but I
could do nothing about it, I was already hypnotized by
Jake. The worst was
after I had shown him one step, he said, "Thanks..Teach"
and slapped me
casually on the ass. Everyone laughed. and I had to laugh
as well to cover
my embrarrassment and my excitement. I should have stopped
the whole thing
right there, and called him to account for his behavioralled him to account for his behavior,
but I was too
confused.
I was so happy when the bell rang, I almost fell into
the folding
chair next to me. But as the kids wandered out, talking,
laughing and
singing, and some of them did stop to thank me, Jake
walked over to me and
stood too close for comfort between my legs as I sat in the
chair to catch
my breath.
"Mr. G. I'm not so sure of some of the steps...do you
think you could
meet with me sometimes and give me some private help?"
"Eh...sure." I couldn't resist his killer smile and
flashing eyes. How
could a kid so young be in such fucking control?
"Is there a room we could meet in during a free
period or after
school?" I asked him. But he wasn?t having any of that.
"I'd rather do it in the evening when I can relax and
concentrate.
How about at your place?" He hooked his thumbs in the
pockets of his pants
and pulled them down low enough for some boxer underwear to
show.
"Oh, I don't think it would be right for a student to
come to my
apartment Jake." I was sweating so badly you could see the
rings under my
pits.
He smiled and ran one hand through his mop of unruly
hair. " I think
it would be just fine." Then he just stared me down.
I was dumbstruck. Did this kid want sex with me?
Was that it? What
was going on? My heart almost exploded out of my chest
when I dared to
think that maybe this punk kid really liked me, was
attracted to me a
thirty-five year old man. I was after all, in good shape.
I worked out, and
I was considered good looking if not drop-dead gorgeous
like Jake.
"Tell you what, Jake. Let me look at my schedule for
the week, and
maybe later we can work something out."
"How about tonight?" He winked. He actually winked.
"I..eh...I've got a date tonight, sorry." I lied.
"Break it! Give me your address. I'll be there at
six thirty so we
have lots of time."
"Jake I don't think this is a good idea."
"Maybe you think too much. Maybe you should just go
with the flow
more. Now give me your fucking address." He wasn't asking.
He was telling
me!
I sat there unable to move, stunned, shocked,
looking at this high
school boy who was eighteen but looked more sixteen. My
eyes went down over
his body and, Jesus Christ, he had a hard on. The front of
his pants was
tented out quite far, pushing he material straight at me.
He had a fucking
boner right in front of me.
"That happens sometimes...." he laughed and thrust
his young
slender hips out toward me. "I'm really sorry, Mr. G. I'll
fuck some
freshman girl between classes and it will be better. "
"See here Jake, you can't talk this way to me.
Although I am not a
teacher, I am hired by the school....."
'Look, I can't stand here all day. I gotta go.
Are you going to
give me your address or not?" One of his hands brushed
lightly over his
distended crotch and I saw the teenage prick jump in the
baggy pants. I was
hooked and we both knew it.
"Maybe it would be a good idea to meet just to
talk about this?to
sort out what exactly is going on..." I stammered
something like that, I
don't even remember what, and grabbed a piece of paper and
a pen and
scribbled my address down. He took it form me, letting his
long slender
fingers brush my hand just long enough to make me really
uncomfortable.
Then, he stuffed the paper into his pants pocked and turned
and slouched
toward the door. At the door he turned once more to me.
"Oh yeah, make sure you have two hundred dollars
in twenties.
And Mr. G., you made a mistake. I will talk to you any
fucking way I want
to. See you tonight."
I swore I wouldn't open the door. I swore I
would go to a
movie so I would not be there. Then I got two hundred
dollars in twenties
from the bank, bought some beer and vodka and brandy and
mixer and snacks
from the store, rushed home and showered twice. I played
with my dick in
the shower and saw the beautiful high school student naked
in my mind's eye.
I'd heard he had a girlfriend, and he made a point of
talking about fucking
a girl, so was he gay or not? Did he like me? Was the
macho act just that?
Something to hide his affection, his attraction for me? Oh
myGod, how stupid
I was. I put on a tee shirt and pair of tight jeans, and
when the door bell
rang, I almost flew across the room, and then stood in
stark terror behind
the closed door. It rang again. I swallowed and opened the
door.
"Hi'ya Mr. G." he flashed me one of those
smiles and sailed
passed me into my apartment. "Cool place...good fuck pad."
He threw his
jacket on a chair. "Maybe I'll bring some chicks here to
fuck them when we
haven't got any place to crash"
"Like hell you will Jake...look we have to
talk."
He turned to look at me, and with one hand
scratched his right
pec through his tee shirt. "Ooooh...are you mad at me Mr.
G? Why are you
mad at me? I thought you liked me. " His fingers started
to pinch the
nipple through the tee shirt.
I knew I was in trouble and had better back
off. " I don't
dislike you, I think you are a fine young man."
He threw back his head and laughed. God he
was magnificent. "A
fine young man? That's not what you thought in Swing
Choir...when you were
looking at my dick all period and practically
drooling...everybody saw it.
Then you were thinking..what a tasty young hunk of teenage
boy cock."
I got scared then. " I think you ought to
leave Jake."
"Without you sucking my dick?" He gave me a
pout that got my
prick growing in my jeans. Why was my body doing this? He
saw my reaction
and laughed again. "Faggots suck dick so much better than
twats. You gotta
teach a cunt how to give a decent blow job..but faggots
already know."
"Jake, you are making me really
angry...and I won't let
you...."
"You got any beer?" He kicked off his
shoes...and peeled
off his socks and I was hypnotized staring at his fine
arched athletic
teenage feet. " I asked you a question Mr. G. You got any
beer?"
"Eh...I think..eh...yeah..in the
fridge. " I couldnt
take my eyes off his feet...his smooth flesh going up
inside the cuffs of
his pants.
"Well, why the fuck don't you go get
me one?"
"I'll give him the beer and then
I'll tell him to
leave..." I told myself in the kitchen getting my strength
and dignity back
in order. But when I came back, I saw that he had removed
his tee shirt.
His naked hairless torso...not muscular but tight and
teenagy, well formed
pecs with pink nickel sized nipples, flat stomach, sprouts
of thick armpit
hair, youthful srong teenage arms, destroyed me. I got a
terrible hardon
just standing there.
"It's too fucking hot in here, so I
thought I'd make
myself comfortable. Gimmee the beer and make yourself
comfortable too."
I handed him the beer. "I'm.....I'm
fine."
"Mr. G...take off your tee shirt. I'm
only a kid and
you're making me feel embarrassed standing her with my tits
showing and you
all covered up like that. It's just not fair."
I could feel my lower lip
tremble. "Jake, I
don't know what you are doing or why. We need to talk this
out...we need to
communicate. I have no intention of doing anything sexual
with you. It
wouldn't be right."
He laughed long and hard then and
rubbed the cold beer
can over his chest..making his nipples stand up hard and
proud. "That's
almost exactly what Jenny Carson said to me at lunch today
just before I
shoved my dick in her mouth."
"Jake, you are obviously very popular
at school...you
have lots of friends and lots of opportunities for sex...."
"Yeah... I got three cunts pregnant
last semester. "
I felt sick. "I can tell you are
very proud of that.
In that case, you don't need me."
He walked over to me. I could smell
soap and cologne
and boysweat. "Of course I don't need you. But you need
me. You need me
real bad." He put one hand on my face, and I could not
move. He stroked me
cheek and ran a finger over my lips. "You need me so bad,
there is nothing
you won't do for me. And I'm going to prove that to you."
He winked again
and made a kissy mouth at me. He reached down and pinched
one of my nipples
through my teen shirt. "Now take off the fucking shirt
before I get angry
and have to spank you."
I hadn't had sex with anyone in six
months?good sex in
almost a year. Do you know what it is like to be in the
control of an
eighteen year old high school senior? I peeled off the
teen shirt and stood
before him.
"Not bad for an old man." He whisperedispered.
"How big is
your dick..hard?"
I was lost in his eyes...I didn't know
where I was?who I
was. "Six and a half inches." I answered.
"Mine is nine." He smiled and held his
beer can up to my
lips. Is that what gave him his confidence...his big dick?
is that how it
worked? He put the beer can to my lips and I drank. Then
he drank from the
same can...never taking his eyes off me. Then he spit on
the lip of the can,
then he wiped the spit around the top with his tongue, then
he spit again
right into the can, then he held it up to my lips. Where
the fuck did he
learn all of this? I drank...tasting his spit and the
beer. He was only
about five foot ten and I was six foot two..but he was way
in control. He
tipped the beer can and let beer run down over my chest.
The dam inside of
me broke.
"Oh Jake, you are a very sexy young man,
and yes I do have
feelings for you. I had very strong feelings instantly for
you...I...I...have a kind of crush on you."
"Fuck man, what will my steady
girlfriend say about
that...and all the guys in swing choir?"
"Jake I hope to God you won't tell anyone
about this. It
could be very bad for both of us.or both of us."
He shook his head and his hair fell
over his forehead.
He looked like a little boy. "No,it could be very bad for
you. My father is
a cop."
I didn't say anything because I
didn't know what to
say. His laugh this time was that of a naughty little boy.
" I hate the
fucker!" He said. "Do you want to open my pants for me?"
Oh God help me, I did. I did want to
so badly. I was
transposed by sex. With shaking fingers I reached out to
his belt buckle.
"Twenty bucks...." he said very sweetly. That hit me hard,
but I was too
gone to care.
"Sure, if that's what you want, I'll
pay you after the
sex, I promise."
His hand grabbed my wrist. It was
surprisingly strong.
"No Mr G. Twenty bucks...now ...for the honor of opening
my pants." What
should I do. I was so close to his throbbing nine inch
teenage dick. I had
to see it. I had to taste it. Nothing else mattered. I
fished in my jeans
pocket...all the tighter because my dick was very hard too
and handed him a
twenty. He put it in his trouser pocket. "Ok...enjoy
yourself...open my
pants Mr. G." I did...even the act of unbuttoning his
pants and lowering
his zipper was more erotic than the wildest sex I had evethe wildest sex I had ever
had...obsession
does that to you. His loose casual trousers were so baggy,
they fell around
his ankles, showing me his beautiful legs, lightly haired,
and his boxer
shorts with an enormous tent where his hard dick poked out.
The front of
the boxers was all wet.
"I leak an awful lot. I'm always leaving
pecker tracks all
over the place." He was so golden and glorious, so young
and smooth and
sexual, I was out of my mind. I reached for his boxers,
brushed my hand
across his smooth tight tummy And slid my fingers into the
waistband.
"That will cost you another twenty...Mr. G."
"You are a fucking bastard Jake." I was
shaking so bad my
fingers made a drum sound on his flat stomach. I could feel
his prick hair
as it trailed up toward his belly button.
"Do you want to see my nine inch dripping
dick? If you do,
apologize for calling me a bad name and give me an extra
twenty as
punishment. That's forty bucks, Teach."
I handed him the forty, which he dropped onto
the floor with no
concern. I slipped the boxers down off his hips, he sucked
in his stomach,
and his fat beer can thick nine inch dick flopped up and
down in front of
me, spraying flecks of pre fuck everywhere. It was the most
beautiful dick I
had ever seen...a huge fucking dickhead all pink and with a
fat knob and
thick piss slit. A fleshy and fat stalk with blue veins
clearly visible.
Gigantic balls hanging low in a thick smooth, saggy sack.
They swung gently
with his breathing. Perfectly trimmed prick bush. It
wasthe dick of a God,
not of a teenage boy. I knew then, no matter what happend,
I would never
ever get over Jake. Never forget this magnificent slab of
teenage fuckmeat.
This work of art. This prizewinning boy pisser. The other
boys must be so
fucking jealous. I was so fucking jealous. I had a rather
normal six and a
half inch prick. This teenager had the fuckmeat of an
animal!
"Sorry, I'm leaking all over your rug. " he
laughed, stepping
out of his pants and his underwear. His big balls danced
and his dick
slapped up against his stomach but then hung heavy out from
his groin, too
big and thick to stand up straight. "I'm usually bigger,
but I fucked twice
and jerked off once already today."
"Oh my God, Jake...oh My God Jake...." I said
over and
over...It's all I could say. He stood there with his hands
on his slender
hips. I could hardly swallow, I was so consumed by this
teenage fucktool.
"I bet you want to kiss it and suck it real
bad...huh Mr. G?
Don't you want to run your tongue over my big dripping
pisshead?"
"Yes Jake..I do. I really do. "
"That will cost you another forty bucks...I
hope you got
enough money. The evening is still young, and I got two
cunts doing my
homework for me, so I am free all night."
I was on my knees in front of Jake the eighteen year
old high school kid
who had captured my mind, my heart, and my lust. He had the
most perfect
dick I ever saw.(and I have seen none as beautiful since)
He stood there,
arrogant as hell, tightening his tummy so the prick would
dance and bounce
in front of me, drooling pre-fuck like a leaky faucet. His
pre-fuck was
cloudy and thick, almost like cum. Some of the fuck
splashed onto my chest
and neck. It stung my skin and almost sent me over the
edge. I handed him
the forty dollars. He chuckled and dropped it onto the
floor.
"Ok Mr. G. Now we've got a good understanding going. I
tell you what I
want, and you do it. And then you pay me for the honor of
doing what I want.
That sound pretty good to you?" He was not big
boned..except for his prick,
and his body looked like tha tof a sixteen year old. It
made my agony all
the greater. And when he laughed, which he did alot, and
flashed his even
white teeth, I was lost. But my eyes weren't on his teeth.
They were on his
fucking huge teenage prick and balls. I leaned in to licck
a dollop of pre
cum off his prick head, but he stepped back out of the way.
"I gave you the money...you said I could..."
"I said you could kiss and lick my prick...my dick
juice will cost you
an extra twenty."
"Jake, I'm an actor...I don't have a lot of money,
that's why I help
out at the school. I can hardly pay my rent every
month...and..."
"Look at all that sticky stringy fuck slime. I'll bet
you really want to
taste it, don?t you? Nice fresh teenage boy fucksnot? Does
it taste
different from when you suck some old fart's dick? I bet it
does...nice
juicy teeage boy pisser juice. You want it bad...don't
you?"
My shaking hand fished out another twenty which got
tossed lightly on
the pile, then Jake stepped close to me once again, and I
was in Heaven
smelling the ripe odor of his teen boy cock and balls. I
leaned in and put
my lips to his plumb sized dickhead, wanting to make this
moment
special...to remember it all my life. My lips touched his
dickhead. Prick
slop transferred from his piss hole to my lips. His dick
bounced and
slapped my nose and left a spray of pre-cum on my cheek. I
started to lick
the cockhead. It was the most delicious thing I ever
tasted.I lifted my
hands to take hold of the huge prick. Jake slapped my
hands away...
"Piggy mouth only Mr. G. " I began to lick down the
slimy shaft of
the teen cock. I traced a big blue boy vein with my tongue.
I buried my
face in his teenage prick hair. "I'm so happy, it's ok God
if I die now, "
I thought to myself, using my lips to gum the thick hard
prick stalk. Then I
leaned down and started to lick his gigantic shaved nuts.
The ball bag of a
teenage boy is so soft., so different from that of an older
man...Jake was
right, there is nothing like a teenager. The nuts were a
bit salty with
sweat. The flesh was like velvet. Suddenly he grabbed my
head by the ears
and shoved his dick deep into my mouth, butting my throat
and making me
choke.
"Come on Asswipe, I wanna fuck your facehole now." He
began to fuck
brutally in and out of my throat., yanking my head all the
way down to this
prickhair. I had never had a dick that big in my mouth
before...a nine inch
prick, and I doubted I could take it balls deep. Jake
never doubted me. He
knew damn well I could take it as deep as he wanted to go,
and he wanted to
go scrotum depth into my gullet. That meant that nine
inches of boy dick had
to pierce my throat. When he fucked a girl, she knew she
was fucked...she
could hardly walk afterwards. I can't claim his partners
ever really
enjoyed the feeling of sex with Jake...it always hurt too
damn much, but it
was exactly the fact that he didn't give a fuck abou give a fuck about
anyone's pleasure but
his own, that made him so damned attractive. All that
mattered was Jake's
dick having pleasure.
He lifted one strong slender soccer player leg and
threw it over my
shoulder...so he could grind his prick even deeper into my
throat. He
slammed my head against his crotch, and I thought I would
pass out from pain
and lack of air. His huge cock was imbedded way into my
throat., and I
thought its girth must be ripping the skin. With one leg
over my shoulder
and across my back, he rode me like that, fucking deep into
my face. My face
had become a cunt for this randy teenage boy to fuck. I
was just a fuck
hole for him. "Come on you fucking faggot, suck
dick...take that big teen
prick you cocksucking pig you...you piece of homo shit...."
That was how I received my first load of Jake
Jism...sprayed down my
throat...scalding, strong, salty, his fat teen pisser
throbbing and gushing
a huge load of stud scum into me. Finally when the teen
prick stopped
spurting and he released me from the hold of his strong
smooth leg, I fell
back onto the carpet...some cum dripping from my lips.
"Whew, you are a way kewl facefuck Mr. G. Wait until I
tell the guys at
school."
"Jake, listen to me, you must never tell anyone what we
have done. Do you
understand?"
He smiled and scratched one hunky ass cheek. "We'll
see...."
"No Jake...not we'll see...not a soul. I am serious
about this....."
He pouted and shook his darling head at me. "Ooohhh Mr.
G. is
serious...serious with boy spooge dripping down his chin.
Get your faggot
ass up here and clean off my dick. Don't you know the
first rule of cunt
service...after the sex, the cunt cleans the cock with her
filthy sow
mouth."
"Jake, where did you ever learn at such a young age to
be so cruel...so
heartless?"
"Just a natural talent, I guess...now come on...clean
off Mr. Dick. " I
lovingly licked the flaccid cum covered teenage cock clean,
wondering about
the school girls who had been fucked by that dick. I
wondered if they knew
how lucky they were. If I had been a young school girl, I
would have done
anything to keep Jake as my boyfriend, absolutely
anything! When his dick
was clean, he flopped back on the couch and sat there, legs
spread wide,
toes curling and uncurling, scratching his pec and smiling.
"Get me another beer will you?"
"Jake, maybe you should go home now...."
"Oh sure, you selfish fucker...you have your fun and
then want to throw
me out. What about my feelings?"
"I sucked your cock..you had..."
"You had the extreme pleasure of taking the most
beautiful dick in the
world down your sow gullet. You had the pleasure of
worshipping a young
teenage God. Now I want some fun. I want to play. First go
get me a beer.
Oh take off your pants first. "
I wanted to throw him out on his ass, but something
about the way he
said he wanted to "play" made my dick jump in my jeans and
squirt another
jolt of pre fuck. I quickly peeled off my jeans and stood
naked in front of
the kid. Like I said, I have a nice body and am proud of
it.
"You're right, Mr. G. That is a pretty pathetic little
dick you've got
there, isn't it?"
I tried to regain some pride. "It's six and a half
inches Jake, larger
than average. "
He did laugh then. "Ha...pencil prick. No wonder you
became a
faggot...you couldn't even fuck a chick with that
dick...she'd never even
feel it. Is it in yet Honey?"
My dick was harder than it had ever been. "Yes, well
not everyone is
hung like you Jake. "
He spread his legs wider and patted his flaccid prick
and huge saggy
balls. "Damn straight...now crawl into the kitchen and get
me a beer."
I must have intentionally missed the key word in that
last sentence,
for I turned and started to walk out of the room. His voice
became harsh and
sharp. "CRAWL, MOTHERFUCKER."
I turned to face him...trying to look dignified with my
six and a half
inch throbbing hard on all red and drooling. "I will not
crawl for anyone,
Jake. You may be the most handsome teen I have ever seen,
and I may have a
stupid crazy crush on you...I admit that...I admit that I
have lost my
senses...but I have never crawled for anyone, and I will
not do it now."
He never said a word. He didn't have to. He lifted one
leg and bent the
knee, putting his sexy big naked teenage foot up on the
couch. This spread
him wide enough for me to see up his ass crack and I saw
his perfect pink
asshole, all crinkled and tight and beautiful. He started
to play with his
dick and it grew hard again in an instant. With his other
hand he pulled at
his nipples until they were hard as little stones. He
sucked in his bottom
lip and chewed on it and looked at me that way, batting his
rather large
eyelashes.
I felt sick to my stomach, and my legs lost their
strength. I wanted to
laugh and cry at the same time. My head felt light and my
body was covered
with a cold sweat. It was like coming down with some kind
of instantaneous
flu. My dick was so hard the skin felt like ripping and
it itched
terribly. I needed this young punk's cock..I needed his ass
like I had never
needed anything in my whole entire life. I blinked the
sweat or tears from
my eyes, looked around...and found myself on my knees. How
could I let
anyone do this to me? A boy! How could I demean myself in
this way. On
hands and knees I crawled into the kitchen for the beer. I
know ou no longer
have any sympathy for me or my plight. You think me
disgusting. Well, all I
can say is, you didn?t know Jake.
Crawling back into the living room, I noticed two
things. One, I was
breathing through my mouth, my lower jaw hanging slack,
like I was some kind
of village idiot or something. Second, Jake was no longer
on the couch. Then
I felt his weight on my back, as he sat naked on me...like
a rider on a
horse. "Put the beer down Mr. G., and ride me around the
room" Here I was,
a naked man in his mid-thirties, naked on my hands and
knees in my own
living room with a bare assed eighteen year old kid sitting
on me, wanting
to ride me like a horse. I could feel his balls and prick
on my back.
"Look Jake, I don't want to...." He slapped my ass
hard and dug one
foot into my rips.
"Come on, be a good horsey...giddyup....? I crawleawled
around my living
with this naked teenage boy on my back. For ten minutes I
crawled, until I
fell to the floor in exhaustion and Jake stood up and
fetched his beer.
"You make a shitty horse...no stamina. You're going to
need to work on
that. "
I lifted my sweat slick head. "For what?'
He stood over me and poured some beer on me. "For the
future. So I can
get a decent ride in the future. Cripes are you stupid."
The future...I hadn't even thought of the future. But
he had. "Oh,
tomorrow by the way, get me a set of keys to this pace, so
I can come and go
as I please. And we'll have to put some kind of sign on
the door, so if I
am fucking some chick here, you know to stay away until I
am finished.
Unless of course I allow you to watch. He stood there
legs spread on his
big teen feet, flaccid prick swinging over a low hanging
ball bag, tight
stomach, well shaped boy pecs with beautiful nipples,
shoulders straight,
head back, slugging down the beer. I almost came just
looking at him. He
raised one arm and sniffed his armpit.
"Whew...my pits really stink, its so damn warm in here.
You better lick
them clean for me, don't you think, Mr. G.?"
You should have heard the voice in my skull right
then..."Oh God
yes..God yes, let me lick your armpits Jake...let me suck
the boy sweat from
your pit bushes, and taste the foul bitter taste of teenage
armpit. Cover my
face with your pit stink so when you go home, I still can
smell you." I
know now, I am a real sicko, but I didn?t know it then. I
crawled to the
couch to lick his armpits. It cost me ten bucks for each
pit, well worth
it when you consider the price of cocktails in a classy
bar. I sucked and
licked his armpits for fifteen minutes and never would have
stopped if he
hadn't pushed my head back. "I gotta piss, " he said
rising and walking in
that casual way he had toward the bathroom, his ass globes
hypnotizing me as
they kind of rolled with each step. He had well muscled,
smooth skinned ass
cheeks with a deep crack. "Come on......" I crawled
after him...I
actually crawled after him. Have any of you ever done
something so demeaning...so disgusting. I crawled
after a teenage boy going to take a piss.
?You?ll want to bring some money,? he said with a smile,
his fat dick swinging.
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