I'm Worried About You, Babe
Steve is worried that I might be developing a bit of a drug problem. The upstanding, ambitious Thai boy, who has to make good in the eyes of his parents, tries to apply those same rules to his laid back Aussie boyfriend, namely me, who's just decided to opt out.
"How much, um..." He brushed my hair with his hand. "Pot are you smoking?"
"Is this the substitute question for you had a good job why did you chuck it?"
"No... I'm worried about your health."
"Sure." All I could think was how handsome he was. I started to kiss him, to distract him.
"Don't. I know your tricks by now."
"But you taste so nice." I sucked his lips gently into mine, wet. shiny, smooth.
“Carn voo top tht.”
I slid my hand down his pants and grabbed him by his softy and squashy cock and balls.
"Hey, that's cheating," he protested. He tried to step back and away, but, remember, I had his dick in my hand.
"Dope makes me horny."
His cock started to thicken up in my hand.
"Ah, not so cheating." I kissed him more. I'd like to say he was powerless to my touch.
“Seri…ous…l…l…y…”
I like having a boyfriend. I like the prerogative rights that come with it. I like him, just in case you haven't got that yet.
“You… are… making… me…”
“I can feel what I am making you.”
And now that Tommy was keen to have the two of us as sexual buddies, I wasn't so sure that I wanted to share Steve with anyone. I've always had open relationships, but now I'm thinking differently. So, I've been thinking lately that Tommy will have to become someone I guide and not someone I fuck.
I kissed Steve’s face. He pushed me away gently, his hard cock slipped from my hand, our lips were the last parts of our bodies to disconnect.
"You're incorrigible, you know that."
"Look, I know I've been smoking a little too much pot lately..."
"Every day..."
"But, it's just me winding down. I'll lay off it soon."
Steve smiled his beautiful smile. I could gaze at him smiling all day.
“I hope that is true?”
I smiled. “It is true enough.”
“Seriously, you should have been a politician.”
“Oh, come on, you can’t have that lower opinion of me.”
"How much, um..." He brushed my hair with his hand. "Pot are you smoking?"
"Is this the substitute question for you had a good job why did you chuck it?"
"No... I'm worried about your health."
"Sure." All I could think was how handsome he was. I started to kiss him, to distract him.
"Don't. I know your tricks by now."
"But you taste so nice." I sucked his lips gently into mine, wet. shiny, smooth.
“Carn voo top tht.”
I slid my hand down his pants and grabbed him by his softy and squashy cock and balls.
"Hey, that's cheating," he protested. He tried to step back and away, but, remember, I had his dick in my hand.
"Dope makes me horny."
His cock started to thicken up in my hand.
"Ah, not so cheating." I kissed him more. I'd like to say he was powerless to my touch.
“Seri…ous…l…l…y…”
I like having a boyfriend. I like the prerogative rights that come with it. I like him, just in case you haven't got that yet.
“You… are… making… me…”
“I can feel what I am making you.”
And now that Tommy was keen to have the two of us as sexual buddies, I wasn't so sure that I wanted to share Steve with anyone. I've always had open relationships, but now I'm thinking differently. So, I've been thinking lately that Tommy will have to become someone I guide and not someone I fuck.
I kissed Steve’s face. He pushed me away gently, his hard cock slipped from my hand, our lips were the last parts of our bodies to disconnect.
"You're incorrigible, you know that."
"Look, I know I've been smoking a little too much pot lately..."
"Every day..."
"But, it's just me winding down. I'll lay off it soon."
Steve smiled his beautiful smile. I could gaze at him smiling all day.
“I hope that is true?”
I smiled. “It is true enough.”
“Seriously, you should have been a politician.”
“Oh, come on, you can’t have that lower opinion of me.”
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