Steve's A Raggy Little Bottom
Just lately I've noticed that Steve cab be, what I have come to realise, a raggy little bottom. Just like a lot of bottoms, he gets cranky after certain amount of time with no bum action. He may not say why, I don’t think he know he’s doing it, but he just gets snappy. Sometimes, I wonder whether they/he even know why? He's good at passing it off as other things, but mostly he is good at passing it off as nothing at all.
But, when things just don't add up and I have a nice big doobie, and I take myself out of the firing line, it can become clear to me. No matter how handsome and successful and high up the food chain they get, eventually they have to be held down and, well, fucked, it is that simple. Steve's no different. He's a much nicer man afterwards.
He'd been a little bitch all night. Then I headed to bed first and fell asleep. He came in turned the light on, then off again, then stomped off into the shower, banging doors.
"What's wrong."
"Nothing."
“It sure seems like…”
“Well, there’s not.”
What's he doing? This doesn't make sense? I think groggily. Where's gorgeous Steve? Is it me?... Oh?
I got out of bed. My cock was already getting hard, it is amazing how it just inflates when I take command of such situations.
I stepped into the shower, I stuck my tongue down his throat, without saying a word. I slid my hand around his hard cock, massaging it up and down.
“Hey, wha…” said Steve.
I turned him around to face the tiles, I slapped the handful of lube I had in my other hand up his arse crack, working his hot hole with my fingers. I slid my rock hard cock into him and I fucked him hard up against the wall until I came up his arse. I didn’t stop, or wait for him, but he managed to shoot his load all over the tiles as I blew inside him.
I got out of the shower, dried myself and got back into bed.
Steve came to bed purring, nice as can be. He was whistling, I kid you not.
But, when things just don't add up and I have a nice big doobie, and I take myself out of the firing line, it can become clear to me. No matter how handsome and successful and high up the food chain they get, eventually they have to be held down and, well, fucked, it is that simple. Steve's no different. He's a much nicer man afterwards.
He'd been a little bitch all night. Then I headed to bed first and fell asleep. He came in turned the light on, then off again, then stomped off into the shower, banging doors.
"What's wrong."
"Nothing."
“It sure seems like…”
“Well, there’s not.”
What's he doing? This doesn't make sense? I think groggily. Where's gorgeous Steve? Is it me?... Oh?
I got out of bed. My cock was already getting hard, it is amazing how it just inflates when I take command of such situations.
I stepped into the shower, I stuck my tongue down his throat, without saying a word. I slid my hand around his hard cock, massaging it up and down.
“Hey, wha…” said Steve.
I turned him around to face the tiles, I slapped the handful of lube I had in my other hand up his arse crack, working his hot hole with my fingers. I slid my rock hard cock into him and I fucked him hard up against the wall until I came up his arse. I didn’t stop, or wait for him, but he managed to shoot his load all over the tiles as I blew inside him.
I got out of the shower, dried myself and got back into bed.
Steve came to bed purring, nice as can be. He was whistling, I kid you not.
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