Straight Boy Dick
Straight boy's cocks taste better than gay boy's cocks. I think it is the intensity with which they whack them down our throats that makes them taste different. All that fucken angst. You know, when their knobs first pass our lips, it's such a surrender. An annihilation to everything they believe, were taught as boys, held true.
I guess, the first time is the hardest. Everything they have to let go of.
“Just pull those little shorts down, mate, I can do the rest.”
The way they shake, the way they demand, the way they pump their load down the back of ya throat and then walk away without a word. Barely a thank you. It's hot! Fuck it is hot.
“I don’t need to be romanced, or for you to buy me pretty things.”
The jogging boy in the park who gets sucked off unexpectedly in the bushes.
“I don’t care if you have a girlfriend, or a wife.”
They taste different. They smell different. They shake different as they shoot their sprog.
“How about a kiss? No. Oh come on big boy, you have such pretty lips.”
But, they lie and cheat just the same as us... luckily for us.
“Happy to be of service, same time next week?”
I guess, the first time is the hardest. Everything they have to let go of.
“Just pull those little shorts down, mate, I can do the rest.”
The way they shake, the way they demand, the way they pump their load down the back of ya throat and then walk away without a word. Barely a thank you. It's hot! Fuck it is hot.
“I don’t need to be romanced, or for you to buy me pretty things.”
The jogging boy in the park who gets sucked off unexpectedly in the bushes.
“I don’t care if you have a girlfriend, or a wife.”
They taste different. They smell different. They shake different as they shoot their sprog.
“How about a kiss? No. Oh come on big boy, you have such pretty lips.”
But, they lie and cheat just the same as us... luckily for us.
“Happy to be of service, same time next week?”
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