“He’s my sister’s boyfriend, got it?”
-”Hhhhhmmm, expecting me to buy that?”
“Nope, just saying I won’t say anything.”
-”fuck you.”
********
-”Can you give her a call?”
“She’s probably sleep and I don’t wanna wake everyone up.”
-”I have her cellphone number, just do it for me, she’s not asleep. I know her better than you.”
“Gimme the number.”
-”Thanks.”
**********
“Hi gorgeous, everything’s fine?”
-”yep.”
“May I sit here?”
-”Do if you like….., hhhmm so this boyfriend thing is for real?”
“It can be over if you let me just….”
-”Dare touching me!”
“don’t take everything that serious, ok?”
-”Just fucking die.”
*******
-”you were upstairs?”
“yep, so?”
-”I heard noises.”
“Not too bad then, better than hearing voices.”
-”The bed was squeaking and screaming or was I wrong?”
“what then? It’s so natural. Btw talked with her?”
-”who?”
“baby girl’s mom?”
-”Nope, she hung up on me as usual.she hates me so much and others keep telling me she loves me, bullshit!”
“and you love her, don’t you?”
-”Just shut your fucking mouth up and don’t change the topic, ok?”
“Keep lying to yourself, it does you good.”
-”you’ve seen them together, haven’t you?”
“Who?”
-”Your sister and Ron.”
“Why should I? Incest doesn’t suit me and I don’t drool over any young guy, I have one asshole already.”
-”Seriously, they’re having sex?”
“Guess so, why is it so important to you?”
-”He can’t go for both sex at the same time.”
“Bisexuals don’t exist, right?”
-”yep.”
“So why you married your ex? You had sex with her, didn’t you?she wasn’t just a fag hag to you to cover your sexuality or you wanna deny this?”
-”Just shut up. we’ve talked this million times.”
“and you always gave ridiculous answers, think I’m a fool? I’ve been between you two for God knows how many times and there was always something strong between you two.”
-”Ok I loved her, what the fuck you wanna say? it’s over, it was all a big mistake and we don’t live in the past.”
“Ooooohhhh, you’re saying it.”
-”Just shut up, will you?”
-”I just can’t understand this whole shit. Your sister is screwing a kid and you say nothing.”
“It’s her life and he’s not a kid.”
-”She’s old enough to be his mom.”
“And you weren’t looking for a sugar daddy?”
-”That was a joke.”
“No, it wasn’t, you know it, I know it and he knows it as well. Com’on you weren’t that perfect but your boss closed his eyes on your mistakes, need more?”
-”Shut up.”
“so hard to hear the truth? I’m not as stupid or as blind as you think, I just……”
-”Go to hell.”
“You want everyone to do as you like, say what you want and don’t tell you the obvious. You’re a whore and you know it.”
-”So why you married me? Want another STD test or should I go get condoms?”
“You’re talking crap so you better shut up.”
-”What if I don’t?”
“I’m going home.”
********
-”I’m sorry for whatever i said. You think I’m a whore?
“Nope, you’re just a bit naughty and you know what…….”
-”What?”
“I love you.”
-”Urrgghh you’re so gay.”
“You make me so.”
-”Can I ask you something?”
“shoot.”
-”With a gun?”
-” Ok, OK. tell me about Ron and your sister.”
“What about them?”
-”It won’t last, right?”
“Hhhmmm I doubt. At least she’s not alone for a while and wtf he’s cute and horny.”
-”He hadn’t a crush on me, had he?”
“You won’t hit me if I say he’s straight as your granny?”
-”shut up, don’t say compare him with my granny. He had a boyfriend.”
“Oh, and they never had sex and he just stayed with him for a few days, stop confusing yourself with your own crap.”
-”So why he flirts with me?”
“Cos you’re so cute.”
-”I’m not listening.”
“You’re a queer and make other guys queer too?”
-”You mean it?”
“Nope.”
“Remember the first time we talked about sex. I was this naive virgin fag and you were sharing whatever you thought was right?”
-”so?”
“Remember the straight curious ones?”
-”He’s one o ‘em?”
“Let’s say so?”
-”Those guys don’t flirt with their gay friends.”
“another crazy theory of yours?”
-”whatever.”
-”What should I do now?”
“give him whatever he wants.”
-”And you won’t be jealous?”
“I will.”
-”Ace you’re not really helping me.”
“what about you two together and me watching?”
-”3-sum?”
“yep.”
-”Gotta think about it.”
“fucking whore, you wanna do it? what about being faithful?”
-”You suggested yourself.”
“You know just ignore him but every now and then flirt with him when he was thinking dirty about you. He’ll get bored with you soon.”
-”What about you? Will you get bored too?”
“Never, you’re so crazy you never let me have a normal life, let alone getting bored.”
-”Thank you. I think I love you.”
“Dare not!”
*********************
As I sleep by his side, feeling warm and secure in his arms with his breath caressing my neck, I keep on thinking of the coming days, future frightens me but I’m not alone and I’m sure I wont be alone.
I try my best not to hurt him again cos I really love him and there’s nothing as wonderful as waking up in the arms of the one you really love.
Archive for April, 2008
I do love him
It’s silly to say but I find it really hard to write/talk these days and I’m tired of pretending to be fine, no I’m not fine, he’s not fine, life sucks and I’m tired of everything. It’s as simple as that!
Just had a little chat with my (fucking new) psychiatrist and I’m not feeling any better and she’s not helping me but making me hell confused and more depressed.
I don’t even know how depressed I am and I’m not feeling straight and I don’t find women’s private parts a turn-on and yes I’m still a fagot.
Just thinking of the last year, I’ve been through really tough times (getting divorced, fighting for custody, getting married…) and with him being always there for me I never felt anything suicidal, I felt depressed like many normal people and that was fine.
Now everything bugs me, everyone walks on my nerves and he keeps a safe distance for his own security and he’s right we’ve been very physical lately and I frighten him for the first time since we’ve been together.
I don’t like living in AK, many knows it and I really cant pretend something I don’t like to be perfect yet I had no right to hurt him.
I never had a boyfriend who truly loved me and looked like a soul-mate than just a fuck buddy but he’s different and that’s why I cant stop loving him and hurting him.
I’m getting to nowhere and I know it. Anyway he started it, I mean hitting each other, my ribs are still bruised an well he messed with the wrong guy.
I dunno why we cant sit down, talk and find a logical solution; it’s as simple as that.
I know I’ve been so animal lately,that’s the part that sucks when I do things and I’m so aware of it but I just keep doing it.
I’m not sure if i really wanted to slit my wrist, I was just holding th knife and playing with it, I think I gave up the idea of suicide a long time ago but he insisted on having the knife and I just gave him but in the wrong way; I sorta enjoyed cutting his palm or I guess so cos I didn’t feel much guilt later.
Anyway after slapping him on his face last night for no obvious reason, he’s simply avoiding me and I doubt apologies do any good.
whatever, back to the psycho part, there’s something that I very much don’t like about the doctor and that’s her homophobic behavior………..
sugasm #129
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He will be back soon
In the crowded world of 21st century, finding someone different is really hard and I am one of the lucky ones having one genius different guy to love but being different has its own down side too when he starts trying to be normal and self-destructive.
My beloved Nate is sleeping peacefully now and with a day off hopefully he will be able to look at his surroundings with his dark sarcasm again. His psychiatrist warned me of suicidal thoughts and all the symptoms, but I was stupid enough to think it would never happen again.
I have to confess that making him move to here was one wrong decision.
Anyway keep your fingers crosses that he manages to be himself very soon.
Thanks to those worrying about him
-Ace-
The other…man
Ace looked at me like I was an alien when he came in from the shopping, and saw me grabbing my jacket. “Where are you going?”
I realized I hadn’t told him about the party, only that I had to cancel. “Office Party; I’d forgotten about it.” I shrugged. “Don’t have anything better to do tonight.”
The hurt look on Ace’s face confused me, but I didn’t have the time to try to figure out his mood; I was already going to be late. I laughed at the random thought that I might actually meet Ron, and I grinned. “Don’t wait up.” I was sure I’d be home by ten.
The party was, as predicted, a complete slosh fest. It was a good thing I wasn’t fond of alcohol. I ended up having to take four of my co-workers home. They lived all over town, so I didn’t make it back home until after one in the morning. I walked in to find Ace sitting in his briefs, looking bleary-eyed at the TV, with a mostly empty bottle of beer on the table. The way his head moved, I knew he was smashed.
I sighed as he looked up at me, and I took off my coat. “What’re you doing, Ace?”
He sniffed at me. “Waiting up.”
That was obvious, but what I really wanted to know was why. “Yeah, I can see that.” It didn’t look like he’d been crying, but I suspected once I’d settled down some place, I’d have a wet shoulder again. “Mind if I get out of these things?”
He shook his head, and wobbled a little, so I went back to my room to change. Formal clothes sucked; I was going to change into an old T and some sweats. If he threw up, nothing would be ruined. It took me a moment to realize that Ace was standing in the doorway, watching me as I changed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what? That I had an office party?” I shrugged. “I told you; I forgot.”
“No.” He wobbled a little, and looked more upset. “Why didn’t you tell me Ron is here?”
I froze. I didn’t want an irrational drunk on my hands. Fuck, why hadn’t I seen that coming? I hedged. “What are you talking about, Ace? What makes you think I must tell you about who lives here and who doesn’t? Besides I didn’t know myself till this morning.”
He turned, took a couple steps to the kitchen table, “Not about everyone but him.”
“And what makes him so important?”
“Cos he kissed you.”
I was in the denial sense so I just said:”What makes you think like that?”
“This.” he opened his hand and showed me my cellphone I couldn’t find back in the afternoon.
I pulled up my sweats and walked out to take a look. On the screen was the little picture of me with Ron’s arms wrapped tightly around me and his face close enough for a kiss.
He glared angrily at me; yeah, he’d liquored up enough to unhinge the emotional doors. “I’m not stupid. You can’t find any excuse. I saw more than that picture and you were too busy you didn’t even hear me calling you when I got home.”
For me it was like a surreal nightmare. I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of someone seeing us. I was so screwed. I was looking at him in horror when he turned around.
Tears were running down his face. “You keep telling me we’re best friends, lovers, partners and hell of stupid things, and I don’t even know who you are.”
God that hurt. When Ace unhinged, his heart was on his sleeve. The pain in his voice wasn’t from what I did; it was from my hiding it from him. I couldn’t meet the hurt in his eyes, so I looked at the floor. “I’m sorry.”
He practically yelled at me. “I don’t care if you’re sorry! I want to know why!” Ace seldom got loud, even when he was drunk, and his outburst caught me off guard.
“Why what? Why I kissed him?” I was getting pissed. “I don’t know, Ace. I didn’t want to, I didn’t even know he was back. He just came outta nowhere. He kissed me, I didn’t. It meant nothing!”
He looked down. “You could have told me.”
He was such a hypocritical prick. I waved at him as my frustration built. I had no idea I’d even been frustrated until it hit me; at that point, I couldn’t stop myself. “You never tell anyone anything, Ace! Unless you’re drunk! When you do finally start talking, I can’t tell what you’re saying half the time because when you’re liquored up enough to say anything you’re slurring!” I paused to think a bit “And you promised me never ever get drunk again, didn’t you?”
He looked like he was going to spit something back at me, but I stepped in and snarled, “What would have been the point? You’d have just thought the way you like without listening to me anyway!”
He suddenly looked like he was going to be sick. I grabbed his arm and dragged him into the bathroom. He didn’t throw up, but he didn’t look all that steady. I’d had enough. He knew, so what? I couldn’t talk with him while he was shit-faced. Yanking back the shower curtain, I cranked on the cold water and hefted him in. “You want to talk? Get your white ass sober, and I’ll think about it!”
He called me everything he could think of, and a lot of things that weren’t words, as I chilled the drunk out of him. The bathroom floor and I were soaked when he finally stopped fighting me.
He was shivering and mumbling “enough” when I shut off the shower. God he looked miserable, and I felt guilty. The shower had chilled out my anger as well. I pulled him out and he kind of melted against me while he shivered. I wrapped him up in a towel, roughly dried him off, and guided him back to the couch. “I’ll make some coffee.”
Ace watched silently from the couch, in his soaked briefs and the towel, as I made a big pot and brought out the first mugs. He looked a lot more alert, and a lot sadder. We drank down our first mugs in silence. I didn’t need the coffee, I was wound up enough, but it was easier to have him mimic me than try and force him to drink alone.
“How are you feeling,” I asked. Any conversation was better than nothing.
“Like my head’s full of cotton; not drunk, but not hung yet.” He winced a little and then frowned at me. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”
I grinned. “Yeah, you said that in the shower.”
He looked back at his mug. “I’m sorry I yelled.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t want to shout at you.Just look at things from my point, you come home and find your partner nowhere than another guy’s arms”
Sighing, he lifted his mug. “Bartender, give me a double?”
I grinned. “Sure.”
He sipped the mug after I handed it back, and cradled it in his hands. He wasn’t shivering any more. “I guess I’ve been trying to get you to tell me but you found another excuse to go out on your own.”
“It wasn’t an excuse, I had to go.”
“Was he there too?”
I got up to get myself some water as I nodded at him.
The next second he was standing right behind me pressing me hard to the fridge. “So tell me what happened there?”
“Nothing.” I pushed my nails into his palms and he let me go.
Inside the fridge was my favorite chocolates waiting for me.
“Hershey’s kisses, oh my God. Where do you get it from?”
I was touched. I’d never expected him to spend time trying to find me things like chocolates. “I really love these.” I unwrapped one and put it in my mouth.
Nodding, he took another sip of his coffee. His eyes never left me. “So, are you going to tell me why?”
“Why.” I stuck my chocolate covered tongue at him.
He set down his cup and stared at me. “I’ve spent all night worrying that if you were hiding this, that maybe you were hiding other stuff too. I’m scared,Nate. You’ve always told me about the love, trust and respect we need to stay together and now I’m not sure I can trust you.”
I looked at my hands. “Do you remember all the good times we had together? All the things I told you about my past?”
He grinned. “Yeah.”
I swallowed my chocolate and tried to meet his eyes. “There’s nothing between me and him, believe me.”
“Never done anything with him?”
I opened my mouth to say “never” but I hate lying to him, I bit my lips before saying “Once gave him a handjob, that was all.”
That seemed to blind-side him. He stared at me, and I could see the “Ace security wall” come up. “How dare you?”
I stood up. “That’s why I never told you. It wasn’t that I didn’t value our friendship, Ace. You’re my best friend, my partner, my lover and I do love you. But you don’t wanna see the reality.” He continued to stare in silence. I wasn’t going to get anything more out of him at that point. “I’m going to bed. If you want to talk more later, cool.”
I left him sitting on the couch being distant-Ace. The moment the discussion had turned to something really worth-talking, like the fact that he could look at things differently, he’d shut down. There was no way I was going to explain things to him. It took me forever to get to sleep; I kept worrying about what was going to happen. I woke mid-morning to find Ace sleeping on his side of bed. I got outta bed and left the room grabbing some clothes and my laptop.
I crawled inside baby girl’s room and thought of sleeping by her side but looked impossible without waking her up so I just left her sleep sweetly.
I spent a while sitting motionless on the sofa and thinking of nothing then felt tired and thought of taking some sleeping pills and get some sleep, later I changed my mind.
So after 4 fucking hours I’m still awake and waiting for him to wake up. I wish all happened yesterday was one silly story popped outta my mind and I could add a good fuck and end it happily, shit that sounds impossible. If only I knew who was writing my story.
Now the sun is spreading his weak rays to win the night, I have this feeling I really don’t wanna talk to him unless he tries to see things my way, I’m going out for a walk, this sofa is so uncomfortable.
***********************************
No matter how hard I try to keep my life anonymous and write nothing much here, there are times it looks so impossible.
A few may know about the other man in my life, for those who doesn’t know:
Ron was my co-worker while I lived here with my ex. I never paid much attention to him till he caught me and my now partner (husband?!) kissing at the backyard of my office. Being still married and living in a very small town not very gay-friendly we didn’t want anyone know about the feelings we had so we bribed Ron anyway we could to keep his mouth shut. I dunno why when or how but he had a crush on me while I had a bigger crush on Ace. I ignored Ron and he moved on.
Cutting the long story short, somehow he told me about his feelings and I stopped being his friend, later he got back outta nowhere hurt and miserable from the only boyfriend he found himself and me being very mad at Ace, I met him at Logan and gave him a handjob in a public toilet and that was all before things got very serious between me and Ace and we decided to get married. Anyhow, Ron came back to Boston for the wedding and he stayed, and I helped him as a friend, I even asked him to join my team and he accepted but when Ace found out he made me get rid of him and I even escorted him to the airport making sure he was outta our lives.
And yesterday he was back and I was too shocked to stop him from kissing me.
It’s all silly how hard Ace try to keep him away from me and he keeps on coming back. It’s not really my fault someone else has a crush on me. I’m not that special but wtf I had my own crushes on straight guys and I just shut my mouth and disappeared. The least Ron could do was disappearing for the sake of our friendship.
Sometimes Ace pisses me off with not listening to me. It’s ridiculous when it’s ok seeing me kissing, hugging and sometimes flirting with other guys but when they want to respond he gets all possessive, jealous and protective.
To me homosexual relationships are not mostly about being monogamous and cheating doesn’t mean the same as it is to others. When my partner knows about the other one then it’s not cheating.
I’m tired of waiting so I’m going for a walk with the sun shining brightly.Whatever Ace wants to think, let him think. He gotta be mad at his own sister for letting Ron live with her pretending to be her (20 years younger) boyfriend when she knows he’s gay. I’m just so surprised how she didn’t tell the truth to her brother.
I’m just tired of my life looking like a boring stupid soap, it sucks & I need a happy ending.
I guess I leave him a note to check my blog cos I’m not in the mood of explaining.
Question: How can I get rid of someone who had a crush on me?!
The clock here shows 10 to 3 in the morning that means I’m not sleeping and thinking a little bit about lots of stupid things that you don’t wanna hear about so you can enjoy watching this
(can’t embed videos from youporngay or I can but not in the mood)
For those who wanna feel like me, watch this
Gothic love
I was trying to impress the chick who lived next door to me. Yolanda, I think her name was. So, when she asked me to “babysit” her 18-year-old brother who was living with her while she went out on a date, I automatically said yes without even thinking about what I was agreeing to. If I had put some thought into it, I might’ve gave her some excuse as to why I couldn’t watch her bratty little brother. But the deed was done and I’d already promised her that her brother could come over to my place and stay while she went out on her “date,” so my hands were tied.
Anyway, on the night she brings her brother over so I can keep an eye on him, my eyes nearly pop out of their sockets! I swear this kid looked like Marilyn Manson’s love child! He was skinny, about six feet or so, and looked like the biggest fucking freak I had ever laid eyes on! One side of his head was shaved and the hair on the other side of his head was dyed so blonde that it looked more like a yellowish-white color rather than an actual blonde. He was wearing more makeup than his older sister, particularly around his eyes and on his lips that were painted thick with black mascara and red lipstick. The rest of his body–what I could see of it anyway–looked pale like he hadn’t seen the sun in a hell of a long time. He was wearing a lime-green T-shirt with a red star in the middle and a pair of worn out-looking brown leather pants with black leather motorcycle boots that looked like they’d seen better days. Oh, and get this, his name was Danny, but he insisted to be called “Goth Child.” Like the old saying goes, I guess it takes all kinds, huh?
Yolanda assured me that she’d be back to pick up “Goth Child” before midnight. I said that would be fine (while I was thinking in the back of my mind the sooner she pick up her Marilyn Manson/Alice Cooper wannabe brother the better!). As the night dragged on, Danny or Goth Child or whatever the hell his name was sure wasn’t much of a conversatinalist as he just sat there next to me on my couch just staring like a zombie at the TV. I tried to have at least a halfway decent conversation with the little bastard, but he would just mutter incoherently under his breath and basically just shrug me off. Needless to say, this rather pissed me off, so I did the only thing I knew how to do in situations like this and drink many, many beers before I passed out cold on the couch with this little fucker sitting right next to me.
I woke up to the feeling on something on my crotch. I gazed down sleepily and got the shock of my life! Danny the Goth Child had taken my pecker out of my pants, which had apparently gotten hard while I was passed out, and was sucking the hell out of it! I tried to make him stop since I was no fag by any stretch of the imagination, but I was still half-drunk and half-asleep, plus I thought I might have been dreaming (not that I regularly dream about 18-year-old goth boys sucking me off, of course!). But the more he kept blowing me and fisting my prick the more I realized that this was anything but a dream! And, probably the biggest shocker of all, I was enjoying the hell out of this freaky kid’s blowjob!
Goth Child really knew how to suck a mean dick as he was running his fist up and down my shaft and licking the swollen purple head of my cock. He sucked the head into his mouth and jacked me off even harder. I watched his head bob up and down on my prick and listened to him moan while he gave me the most exuberant blowjob I had ever gotten! He took my dick out of his mouth and licked it all over like it was an ice cream cone. It turned me on to watch him licking my dick all over every vein and every inch of skin, making it nasty wet with his saliva. He put the tip of his tongue right under my swelled cockhead where the head connected to the shaft and flicked his tongue several times back and forth over that very sensitive area.
That in itself caused me to nearly blow my wad right into his face, but he stopped just seconds before I blew and went down on my balls that were just as swollen as my dick. He took my balls in his hand while he held on to my dick with his other hand and sucked them both into his mouth at the same time. He stretched them out with his mouth as far as they would stretch until they slipped out of his mouth altogether. He took my scrotum sack back into his mouth and bit into my balls with his teeth. I threw back my head and groaned out as I felt a jolt of pain shoot into my nuts. He swirled his tongue around my sack over and over a number of times making the hairs and my sack skin just as wet as he had made my dick.
He stopped licking my testies and lifted them up with his fingers. He let out his tongue again and placed the tip in the space between my nuts and my asshole. He ran his tongue all the way down this area to my asshole. He started flicking his tongue over my glory hole. Before I even knew what the hell I was doing, I scooted up closer towards him so he could have better access to my shithole. He let go of my balls and drove his tongue deeper into my crapper. My balls were literally in his face as he tongue-fucked my ass like his tongue was his dick or something. While he was rimming my shitter, my sensitive testicles slowly ran over his bald spot. I swear it was just like running your hand over sandpaper, only this sensation was way more intense.
My whole body shuddered as my balls ran over the bald side of his head until they rested on his cheek. By now he was plunging his tongue in and out of my asshole, the tip of which was banging the shit out of my prostate. This caused my cock to become even more inflamed and hard until I thought it was going to explode right in Goth Child’s hands! Goth Child finally took his tongue out of my ass and went back to sucking on my rock-hard cock. He sucked me and fisted me much faster than before. I couldn’t hold it back any longer, so I let myself blow all over his makeup-covered face. He held his face over the flushed head of my prick and jerked me off as I blew wad after wad of my whitish jism right into his face, smearing his makeup in the process. I groaned and moaned as I had what had to have been one of the most intense orgasms of my life! I tell you, this kid could suck a dick even better than a woman!
Goth Child stood up after I’d finished coming and, without saying a word to me and with my come dripping from his face, pulled down his brown leather pants. Unlike me, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his dick shot out of his pants like a fucking rocket. My eyes got big as saucers the second I saw his already-erect dick he was now holding in his hand. It was at least a good two or three inches than mine–probably longer than that!–and his balls hung down so low I couldn’t help but wonder just how in the hell he was able to walk around with those things in his pants!
I looked up at his face and saw the little prick smiling down at me like he was really getting off on my shock of his huge schlong and balls. He stepped closer to me and practically shoved his cock into my face. The tip was touching my lips, and I knew what he wanted me to do. Even though I’d never–not once–sucked a man off before, I opened my lips without reservation and let him shove his big hard pecker all the way into my mouth. I almost gagged when I felt the large swelled head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, but, to my credit (and surprise!), I was able to take all of him inside my mouth without too much trouble. His balls slapped me against my chin as he fucked my mouth with his impressive manmeat. His cock had a kind of bittersweet taste to it. To be honest, tasting this kid turned me on, and I couldn’t wait to taste his balls!
Almost as if he could read my thoughts, he took his dick out of my mouth and shoved his sack into my face. I eagerly opened my mouth as wide as I could and let him stuff his nuts deep into my mouth. I closed my lips around his balls and sucked them hard just as he did with mine. I tugged on them with my teeth as he jacked himself off above my face. I watched him as he gritted his teeth and groaned while I kept pulling hard on his nutsack. He pulled back away from me and shoved his prick back into my mouth where he fucked my facehole even harder and faster than before. He ended up shooting this hugely thick load right into my mouth. His spunk gurgled in my mouth and spilled out all over my chin as he kept pumping his prick into my face. His sperm was hot, salty, rich, and oh-so-creamy! It tasted damn good, and I was hoping I could taste some more before his older sister Yolanda came to pick him up.
Since we both just had these raging orgasms, I thought that was it and we wouldn’t be able to do any more for the night. But then, just as soon as that thought entered my mind, Goth Child got on his knees in front of me between my parted legs and shoved two fingers into my asshole. I tell you, the instant his fingers rediscovered my prostate, my limp dick shot up like a roman candle! Once my dick had gotten hard-as-a-rock again, Goth Child stood back up and turned his back to me. He pulled off his motorcycle boots and leather pants and leaned himself back towards me where he mounted my cock. I held my cock upward so he could better straddle it. He grunted a little as he sat down on my dick that was slowly pushing in inch by inch into his tight asshole. I could see his dick growing harder and harder the more he straddled me until my cock had disappeared down his colon. He was holding himself up on my leg with one hand and holding his dick in the other, then he pushed himself up and down on my johnson. I couldn’t believe I was actually fucking another guy in the ass! Me, of all people, the straightest guy in the whole fucking universe! But I was ass-fucking this kid, and I was, to be brutally honest, enjoying the fuck out of it!
Goth Child rode me like a horse while he held his fully-erect dick in his hand. He leaned back onto my shoulder, and I looked down at him. My semen had caked onto his face, making him look even more freaky than he looked already. I could feel my own semen start to rise in my ballsack as his sphincter fit snugly around my trouser snake. I’ve got to admit, his asshole felt a hell of a lot tighter than any pussy–and I mean any pussy–I’ve even been in! My balls started to recede into my waist, and I knew I was going to have what was going to be the biggest orgasm of my life! And that’s just what I had as I moaned out like I’d never moaned before as I shot load after load of my jizz right in Goth Child’s rectum. I could feel my spizz spilling out of his ass and drench my hairy waist.
When the last drop of my spuzz dripped out of his colon, he slowly got off my cock and turned back around, my gunk dripping down the back of both his legs. He got on his knees in front of me again and, before I knew it, he was rubbing the still-swelled head of his cock back and forch over my asshole. I spread my legs a little farther apart so he could again have better access to my shitter. He briefly stopped trying to poke me in my ass and pulled my pants and jockies down farther so they wouldn’t get in the way as much. He went back to shoving his prick into my colon, and he was doing a damn good job as he pushed the head past my hairy opening into my rectum and down my colon until the very tip was touching my prostate. That’s when he rammed his cock in and out of me like he was fucking the shit out of some pussy. It should go without saying I ain’t never been fucked in the ass by a man before–never!–but I felt like not only was my entire body going to ripped in half by this kid as he was brutalizing my tight virgin ass with that huge thing between his legs but that I was also going to pass out from the immense pain and incredible pleasure I was feeling from his ass-reaming and prostate-poking.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I reached behind him and gripped both his pale scrawny ass cheeks with my hands, getting some of my own splooge on my fingers, and held on tight as Danny the Goth Child fucked me like a bitch. Danny gripped my thighs harder with his hands when all of a sudden he screamed out like a woman. In a matter of seconds, I felt my entire colon filling up with his hot thick spunk so much that I could almost feel it shooting back up into my throat! Just like mine did, his come spilled out of my ass and stained my ass cheeks and my couch. He pumped his prick in and out of me a few more times, then he took himself out of my entirely. Again, I thought we were through for the night, but then he lowered himself down and licked up every single drop of my come out of my asshole and he even licked some off the couch. Boy, was this kid a freak!
The second he had stood up, I grabbed him by his hips, spun him around and stuck my entire face up his ass. Goth Child bent over and held on to his knees while I paid him back by licking and slurping up my own caked semen that was still seeping out of his ass and rolling down the back of his legs. His asshole was gaping, so I stuck my tongue all the way down inside of him so I could get a taste of another man’s shitter. And, I must say, it tasted great like a cold beer on a hot July day!
Danny and I finished up just in time for his sister to arrive to pick him up. When she did finally come back from her “date,” which was nearly one in the morning, she asked me–a little tipsy–if Danny had given me any trouble. With Danny standing behind her giving me this shit-eating grin, I looked at her with as straight a face as I could muster and told her flat out, “No, Yolanda, he didn’t give me any trouble at all.”
Needless to say, Danny the Goth Child made many more return visits to my backdoor, if you know what I mean!
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This was pretty funny 
