“Dude, stop it” as he squeezes his ass to get me out of there….”it’s too much”….”give me a minute…” as he stands. Naked but for his shirt and leans towards the den just making the sectional couch as he collapses onto it. His flaccid cock leaning across his leg to one side…glistening with his cum…”fuck” as he closes his eyes and just sits there.
“Dude. I don’t think I’m ready for you.” He just shakes his head, eyes still tightly closed.
Well, there are a few ways one could take that. Interpretations, as we all know, are wide open generally – well, most especially with me…is he saying that was good or bad? I mean….he came, so good? He was working, so maybe bad? But he said to start, well, he wiped his cock out and waved it at me, which, as anyone would tell you, clearly means “start”…I mean, what’s the problem here. But clearly my hottie is wiped out…
“What do you mean, Ted, wasn’t that good for you? I was about to deep-throat you…”
“Ethan”…just silence. Followed by silence. With some more.
“Ethan, look.” Again the pause…c’mon dude, spell it out.
He leans up, shakes his head, then collapses again.
“Look man. You are way more experienced with this gay shit then I am, okay.” I just nod. Like, ‘duh’…but of course, his eyes are closed so he can’t see me…
He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Dude. Look. I appreciate you stepping in and helping me out when the wife’s unavailable. That’s stellar. Absolutely 100% awesome, so thank you.” I just nod.
“And it rocks that you would be willing to put out so my wife can go and follow her career dream.” Again, I nod. We have covered this…
“But look man. This gay shit has to stop, okay. No more. That’s it with the surprises, okay. Done. Get it. So no licking my ass. Stop sticking your tongue down my throat, stop rubbing your fucking cock against mine, okay. You can play with my nuts if you want to, but it’s to be straight blow jobs from now on, okay? You read me? My cock, your mouth, hands on nuts, that’s it. I don’t want my toes licked, or my balls pulled or you sniffing my pitts, okay? My nipples are ornamental, and I don’t need you licking them, pinching them or fucking going all gay on them, okay. Your mouth, my dick, I jizz, you swallow, you stand, you say ‘thank you’, I say ‘no problem’ and you leave, okay? Don’t let the door hit you on your ass as you leave. Got it? Otherwise no deal, okay?”
I just look at him as he sits up. “Answer me very carefully. Do you agree?”
I nod.
“Say it” he looks almost pissed.
“I agree. Your cock, my mouth, you jizz, I say ‘thank you’, you say ‘you’re welcome’ and I don’t let the door hit me on the ass as I leave.”
He nods. “Now get out. I HAVE to call my BOSS back and explain what was so fucking urgent that I needed to hang up on him MID SENTENCE for fuck’s safe.”
“Go on. Get that fucking gay ass of yours out of here before I fucking spank you for the degenerate you are…”
Okay, so, yes, that held my interest for a minute, contemplating the execution of that….but I thought it might be a good idea to get out while things still appeared in my favor.
“Dude. I don’t think I’m ready for you.” He just shakes his head, eyes still tightly closed.
Well, there are a few ways one could take that. Interpretations, as we all know, are wide open generally – well, most especially with me…is he saying that was good or bad? I mean….he came, so good? He was working, so maybe bad? But he said to start, well, he wiped his cock out and waved it at me, which, as anyone would tell you, clearly means “start”…I mean, what’s the problem here. But clearly my hottie is wiped out…
“What do you mean, Ted, wasn’t that good for you? I was about to deep-throat you…”
“Ethan”…just silence. Followed by silence. With some more.
“Ethan, look.” Again the pause…c’mon dude, spell it out.
He leans up, shakes his head, then collapses again.
“Look man. You are way more experienced with this gay shit then I am, okay.” I just nod. Like, ‘duh’…but of course, his eyes are closed so he can’t see me…
He opens his eyes and looks at me. “Dude. Look. I appreciate you stepping in and helping me out when the wife’s unavailable. That’s stellar. Absolutely 100% awesome, so thank you.” I just nod.
“And it rocks that you would be willing to put out so my wife can go and follow her career dream.” Again, I nod. We have covered this…
“But look man. This gay shit has to stop, okay. No more. That’s it with the surprises, okay. Done. Get it. So no licking my ass. Stop sticking your tongue down my throat, stop rubbing your fucking cock against mine, okay. You can play with my nuts if you want to, but it’s to be straight blow jobs from now on, okay? You read me? My cock, your mouth, hands on nuts, that’s it. I don’t want my toes licked, or my balls pulled or you sniffing my pitts, okay? My nipples are ornamental, and I don’t need you licking them, pinching them or fucking going all gay on them, okay. Your mouth, my dick, I jizz, you swallow, you stand, you say ‘thank you’, I say ‘no problem’ and you leave, okay? Don’t let the door hit you on your ass as you leave. Got it? Otherwise no deal, okay?”
I just look at him as he sits up. “Answer me very carefully. Do you agree?”
I nod.
“Say it” he looks almost pissed.
“I agree. Your cock, my mouth, you jizz, I say ‘thank you’, you say ‘you’re welcome’ and I don’t let the door hit me on the ass as I leave.”
He nods. “Now get out. I HAVE to call my BOSS back and explain what was so fucking urgent that I needed to hang up on him MID SENTENCE for fuck’s safe.”
“Go on. Get that fucking gay ass of yours out of here before I fucking spank you for the degenerate you are…”
Okay, so, yes, that held my interest for a minute, contemplating the execution of that….but I thought it might be a good idea to get out while things still appeared in my favor.
