Juicy Boy
Monday morning comes around really quickly again. I seem to be living for Monday mornings. I think this, perhaps, says more about how meaningless my life is at the moment.
Note to self, try to find more meaning in life.
My Monday morning boy. After Daniel goes to work, not because he has gone to work, just how it turns out. Tall, handsome, athletic, what’s not to look forward to? When I say tall, I’m saying my height. I can look him straight in the eyes, which is my ideal height.
Anoop’s in small running shorts and a singlet and a hoodie, he has run over here. He’s sweaty, which is a bonus. The shorts show off his great legs and the curve of his sexy arse. He says it’s his new fitness routine, he says he is doing it for aesthetic reasons, and not for health. “I guess that is pretty shallow?”
“No, not really, we all want to look good.”
“The worry is that shallow is a disease we are all catching it, do you think?”
I slide my hand in the open leg of Anoop’s shorts and fondle his balls in his jocks.
“Do you think it is something we should worry about for the future of our generations?”
Anoop looks down at my hand, then back up at me. I am waiting for his response, he senses my expectation.
He swallows. The smile has disappeared from his face. “I’m sorry, we should… what?” He looks at me with lustful eyes.
I laugh. “How easily distracted.”
“You are not playing fair,” says Anoop. “Not fair at all.” He smiles and raises his hands in some futile attempt to make a point.
“You were saying we are all becoming shallow.” I slide my hand under the elastic in the leg of his jocks and fondle his raw balls skin on skin. “Something about shallowness being some kind of 21st century affliction.”
“I was what?”
“The implication was that it is affecting our generation more so than generations that have come before us.”
“OMG. This is so not fair, you are making me…” he swallows. He looks down at my hand inside his shorts. “You don’t know what you are… doing.” The blood has clearly rushed from his brain to little Anoop who is now demanding attention.
“I know what I am doing.”
“Who cares about the shallowness of the younger generation.”
I pull Anoop’s shorts and jocks to one side and his fattening cock, like an eastern brown snake, slithers in to view, thick and wanting attention, its pink head extended out of his brown skin. I love boys with dark skin and pink knobs.
“Who is to judge if shallow is even… a… bad thing…” he says. He swallows again.
I spit into my hand. I rub my huge gob of spit down his thick shaft. His cock is wet and slippery.
“So, you’d agree that exercise is for health, and not really for aesthetics?”
“I… what? Um… er…oh…”
“It’s a simple question,” I ask. Cheeky as you like.
“I don’t fucken care,” says Anoop.
I lead him by the hand to my room.
Anoop's got a very thick, hard cock and he loves having it being sucked.
I lay him back on my bed and rub hands up his thighs as he spread his legs, smiling. He was rock hard.
I pulled those shorts down and he looked hot laying there in his blue trunks.
Grabbing the elastic and pulling that stretchy material straight down gave me a thrill exposing him naked like that... cock, balls, pubic hair.
His cock is really thick in my hand, solid, dense, a rod...
...before I slide the blunt end into my mouth and lick the bitterness away – secretly, I love that taste – as he throws his head back and moans... while I suck on his cock like a banana.
That thick vein on my bottom lips feels weighty and smooth... the wet knob tasty.
I just decided that I was going to suck him off, in my mouth, taste his juice.
He kind of tried to stop me when he realised what I was doing, but in the end, he had to abandon that idea and just lie back and let me.
My mouth, his cock...
... he kind of threw his arms and legs out to the side of him, pushing his arse up and nearly off the mattress in abandonment.
He squirts in big wads of cum.
I pull myself in my track pants, I cum all over the inside of them.
Note to self, try to find more meaning in life.
My Monday morning boy. After Daniel goes to work, not because he has gone to work, just how it turns out. Tall, handsome, athletic, what’s not to look forward to? When I say tall, I’m saying my height. I can look him straight in the eyes, which is my ideal height.
Anoop’s in small running shorts and a singlet and a hoodie, he has run over here. He’s sweaty, which is a bonus. The shorts show off his great legs and the curve of his sexy arse. He says it’s his new fitness routine, he says he is doing it for aesthetic reasons, and not for health. “I guess that is pretty shallow?”
“No, not really, we all want to look good.”
“The worry is that shallow is a disease we are all catching it, do you think?”
I slide my hand in the open leg of Anoop’s shorts and fondle his balls in his jocks.
“Do you think it is something we should worry about for the future of our generations?”
Anoop looks down at my hand, then back up at me. I am waiting for his response, he senses my expectation.
He swallows. The smile has disappeared from his face. “I’m sorry, we should… what?” He looks at me with lustful eyes.
I laugh. “How easily distracted.”
“You are not playing fair,” says Anoop. “Not fair at all.” He smiles and raises his hands in some futile attempt to make a point.
“You were saying we are all becoming shallow.” I slide my hand under the elastic in the leg of his jocks and fondle his raw balls skin on skin. “Something about shallowness being some kind of 21st century affliction.”
“I was what?”
“The implication was that it is affecting our generation more so than generations that have come before us.”
“OMG. This is so not fair, you are making me…” he swallows. He looks down at my hand inside his shorts. “You don’t know what you are… doing.” The blood has clearly rushed from his brain to little Anoop who is now demanding attention.
“I know what I am doing.”
“Who cares about the shallowness of the younger generation.”
I pull Anoop’s shorts and jocks to one side and his fattening cock, like an eastern brown snake, slithers in to view, thick and wanting attention, its pink head extended out of his brown skin. I love boys with dark skin and pink knobs.
“Who is to judge if shallow is even… a… bad thing…” he says. He swallows again.
I spit into my hand. I rub my huge gob of spit down his thick shaft. His cock is wet and slippery.
“So, you’d agree that exercise is for health, and not really for aesthetics?”
“I… what? Um… er…oh…”
“It’s a simple question,” I ask. Cheeky as you like.
“I don’t fucken care,” says Anoop.
I lead him by the hand to my room.
Anoop's got a very thick, hard cock and he loves having it being sucked.
I lay him back on my bed and rub hands up his thighs as he spread his legs, smiling. He was rock hard.
I pulled those shorts down and he looked hot laying there in his blue trunks.
Grabbing the elastic and pulling that stretchy material straight down gave me a thrill exposing him naked like that... cock, balls, pubic hair.
His cock is really thick in my hand, solid, dense, a rod...
...before I slide the blunt end into my mouth and lick the bitterness away – secretly, I love that taste – as he throws his head back and moans... while I suck on his cock like a banana.
That thick vein on my bottom lips feels weighty and smooth... the wet knob tasty.
I just decided that I was going to suck him off, in my mouth, taste his juice.
He kind of tried to stop me when he realised what I was doing, but in the end, he had to abandon that idea and just lie back and let me.
My mouth, his cock...
... he kind of threw his arms and legs out to the side of him, pushing his arse up and nearly off the mattress in abandonment.
He squirts in big wads of cum.
I pull myself in my track pants, I cum all over the inside of them.
Comments
Post a Comment