Slave Boy
Monday morning, sunny and warm, summer is in the air, the sky is blue, shinning in through the glass roof, as I stand bleary-eyed at the coffee bean grinder.
The doorbell rings, what time is it, I think?
I'm hardly awake, I'm feeling slow. I stayed up until late watching Sunday night teev. Oh, who am I kidding, I stayed up late looking at porn on the Internet. Is this the life that I expected my university education to prepare me for?
There was Anoop looking all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, positively sparkling, I may have said. The sight of him wakes me up. He's excited, he wants to be my slave boy. I take him back to bed, holding onto his hand, he's compliant.
I turn him around and wrap my arms around him and undo his jeans, without saying a word. I pull them down, I ogle his hairy thighs as I bend him over. Gorgeous brown skin covered in black hair. I pull his jocks down over his bubble butt as I lay him face down on the bed. I spread his cheeks and slide my tongue into his hairy crack. I lick his arse contentedly. It tastes good, musty and warm. He wriggles, he likes it.
I tell him a slave boy takes it inside of him, he gets filled up.
He says he wants to.
He's never had sex with anyone else, so I don't plan to use a condom.
He promises that his arse is mine, only to be used by me.
I lick deep inside him, as the thought makes me really hard.
He calls me Sir and says he's mine.
I lap at his hairy crack, sliding my tongue right into him, deep into the flesh which parts. I love that taste, xy flesh cells.
He moans.
I grabbed his hairy nuts, them slide my hand further under him onto his stiff shaft,
“Oh, yes, please,” he says.
I get lube from my bed side table and wipe it all over his hard dick.
I lick his arse, holding him in place using his cock as a handle.
I lick his sweet arse, and slide my hand up and down his hard cock as I explore the inside of his velvety hold with my tongue.
I pull his hard cock with intension.
He starts to squirm around. “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” he says. “Oh that feels so good.” His hard dick is leaking cum as I pull him off. His leaking jizz re-lubes my hand. “Oh you… oh, fuck.”
His legs are gyrating, even though he is lying down.”
“Oh my goodness,” he says.
My tongue is in his arse, as his stiff cock turns to pre-ejaculation rock.
“Oh fuck, you are going to.” His legs squeezed onto my arm, onto my hand, which doesn’t stop pulling his hard cock.
“Oh, fuck…” His legs are squeezing my hand, release, squeezing my hand, release.
“You are now really going to…oh…AH!” I felt his warm juice squirt all over my hand. All over me.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….” He is shaking, his legs are squeezing. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I keep pulling his still hard cock, he flinches with ever movement of my hand. Jumps. And jumps again.
“Oh, you are just.” Shake shake shake. “You are just the.” Shake shake shake. “Just the best, OMG, the best you, oh... you… really… are.”
His cum soaked cock is shrinking in my grip and he lays down his weight on my arm. He goes all floppy lying on his stomach on my bed.
The doorbell rings, what time is it, I think?
I'm hardly awake, I'm feeling slow. I stayed up until late watching Sunday night teev. Oh, who am I kidding, I stayed up late looking at porn on the Internet. Is this the life that I expected my university education to prepare me for?
There was Anoop looking all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, positively sparkling, I may have said. The sight of him wakes me up. He's excited, he wants to be my slave boy. I take him back to bed, holding onto his hand, he's compliant.
I turn him around and wrap my arms around him and undo his jeans, without saying a word. I pull them down, I ogle his hairy thighs as I bend him over. Gorgeous brown skin covered in black hair. I pull his jocks down over his bubble butt as I lay him face down on the bed. I spread his cheeks and slide my tongue into his hairy crack. I lick his arse contentedly. It tastes good, musty and warm. He wriggles, he likes it.
I tell him a slave boy takes it inside of him, he gets filled up.
He says he wants to.
He's never had sex with anyone else, so I don't plan to use a condom.
He promises that his arse is mine, only to be used by me.
I lick deep inside him, as the thought makes me really hard.
He calls me Sir and says he's mine.
I lap at his hairy crack, sliding my tongue right into him, deep into the flesh which parts. I love that taste, xy flesh cells.
He moans.
I grabbed his hairy nuts, them slide my hand further under him onto his stiff shaft,
“Oh, yes, please,” he says.
I get lube from my bed side table and wipe it all over his hard dick.
I lick his arse, holding him in place using his cock as a handle.
I lick his sweet arse, and slide my hand up and down his hard cock as I explore the inside of his velvety hold with my tongue.
I pull his hard cock with intension.
He starts to squirm around. “Oh, oh, oh, oh,” he says. “Oh that feels so good.” His hard dick is leaking cum as I pull him off. His leaking jizz re-lubes my hand. “Oh you… oh, fuck.”
His legs are gyrating, even though he is lying down.”
“Oh my goodness,” he says.
My tongue is in his arse, as his stiff cock turns to pre-ejaculation rock.
“Oh fuck, you are going to.” His legs squeezed onto my arm, onto my hand, which doesn’t stop pulling his hard cock.
“Oh, fuck…” His legs are squeezing my hand, release, squeezing my hand, release.
“You are now really going to…oh…AH!” I felt his warm juice squirt all over my hand. All over me.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh….” He is shaking, his legs are squeezing. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
I keep pulling his still hard cock, he flinches with ever movement of my hand. Jumps. And jumps again.
“Oh, you are just.” Shake shake shake. “You are just the.” Shake shake shake. “Just the best, OMG, the best you, oh... you… really… are.”
His cum soaked cock is shrinking in my grip and he lays down his weight on my arm. He goes all floppy lying on his stomach on my bed.
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