Roll Me Over And Tell Me That You Love Me
I was stoned and drunk and couldn't get my act together. We'd been drinking all day, Steve and I. I taught him to smoke pot, he didn't want any to start with, but I called him a pussy and a girl (yeah, okay, sorry) and he soon took it in his mouth. The joint. He took to it well, mastered it in not so many puffs.
"You're a natural," I declared with a certain amount of pride. My clever boyfriend.
"I'm not sure if that is a good thing?"
I wanted to laugh instead of fuck, I was in a relaxed mood. Ah, so relaxed. The boy I liked the most, a big, comfy bed, nowhere to go, nobody wanting my time. I wanted to kiss all afternoon. Hug, touch.
Steve was thwacking his hard dick on my thigh saying he was good to go... the pot had gone straight to his cock. Beginner, I thought. I bet you he'll even get the munchies.
"Good to go where?" I asked. I was kind of sobering up a bit, as I capiched as to what he was getting at.
Thwack, thwack. It made a kind of dead sound, no reverb, just a thick fleshy noise.
“If you’re not up to it sunshine...”
“Sunshine?”
“I thought you’d prefer that to Nancy boy.”
“I wouldn’t use that expression if you are expecting me to roll over.” I laughed. But, it was no good, little Josh was on the flop and it seemed only fair. Only fair? When the hell did life start being fair?
He's got the most beautiful eyes, when he looks at me that way, kind of puppy dog, expectant...
Steve leant down so his mouth was next to my ear. “On ya knees, big boy.”
“Do you know how long it’s been?”
“I swear I’ll be gentle.” His voice was all husky and low. I could tell he was excited. I could tell that he wanted to do it.
Nearly ten years, just about. I swear that’s how long it’s been since I’ve had it up the patooti. You know, when I was young and foolish and wanted men to like me. Now, it’s with men who I like. I gotta feel something deep for them to let them go in deep, otherwise, it’s not going to happen, roll over. Forget it. But, what’s the old adage about the bike? You don’t forget.
It does get in.
Steve was gentle. I was pretty good. Not bad for an amateur. Slut boy remembered all of his tricks. On my knees. Steve was talking dirty, all breathless in my ear. He shot his load inside me, which made me cum like a dog on all fours. There was a lot of moaning and gasping for breath. Amazing what you hear and feel with a changed perspective.
Steve was pleased, said there would be a repeat performance. I didn’t say no.
Just quietly, not sure if I’m ready for a general announcement, but it felt good. All those nerve endings just waiting to betray you, what can you do.
That must take him closer to boyfriend.
"I'm hungry," he said, breaking the afterglow quiet. We'd stopped breathing hard, the wet sheet was warming to my body heat, the sweat was going cold on my skin. "Strangely... real hungry."
I rolled over and kissed his beautiful lips.
"You're a natural," I declared with a certain amount of pride. My clever boyfriend.
"I'm not sure if that is a good thing?"
I wanted to laugh instead of fuck, I was in a relaxed mood. Ah, so relaxed. The boy I liked the most, a big, comfy bed, nowhere to go, nobody wanting my time. I wanted to kiss all afternoon. Hug, touch.
Steve was thwacking his hard dick on my thigh saying he was good to go... the pot had gone straight to his cock. Beginner, I thought. I bet you he'll even get the munchies.
"Good to go where?" I asked. I was kind of sobering up a bit, as I capiched as to what he was getting at.
Thwack, thwack. It made a kind of dead sound, no reverb, just a thick fleshy noise.
“If you’re not up to it sunshine...”
“Sunshine?”
“I thought you’d prefer that to Nancy boy.”
“I wouldn’t use that expression if you are expecting me to roll over.” I laughed. But, it was no good, little Josh was on the flop and it seemed only fair. Only fair? When the hell did life start being fair?
He's got the most beautiful eyes, when he looks at me that way, kind of puppy dog, expectant...
Steve leant down so his mouth was next to my ear. “On ya knees, big boy.”
“Do you know how long it’s been?”
“I swear I’ll be gentle.” His voice was all husky and low. I could tell he was excited. I could tell that he wanted to do it.
Nearly ten years, just about. I swear that’s how long it’s been since I’ve had it up the patooti. You know, when I was young and foolish and wanted men to like me. Now, it’s with men who I like. I gotta feel something deep for them to let them go in deep, otherwise, it’s not going to happen, roll over. Forget it. But, what’s the old adage about the bike? You don’t forget.
It does get in.
Steve was gentle. I was pretty good. Not bad for an amateur. Slut boy remembered all of his tricks. On my knees. Steve was talking dirty, all breathless in my ear. He shot his load inside me, which made me cum like a dog on all fours. There was a lot of moaning and gasping for breath. Amazing what you hear and feel with a changed perspective.
Steve was pleased, said there would be a repeat performance. I didn’t say no.
Just quietly, not sure if I’m ready for a general announcement, but it felt good. All those nerve endings just waiting to betray you, what can you do.
That must take him closer to boyfriend.
"I'm hungry," he said, breaking the afterglow quiet. We'd stopped breathing hard, the wet sheet was warming to my body heat, the sweat was going cold on my skin. "Strangely... real hungry."
I rolled over and kissed his beautiful lips.
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