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A Campus Kiss

My new pen pal makes it clear that he doesn’t do hookups. He only goes on grindr when he’s mad at his boyfriend, and only for harmless chat.

“I just wanted to tell you that your blog always gives me a rush when a new post comes out.”

Ok, no hookups. I can respect that. But the 19yo keeps talking to me, and when he lets slip that his body is “highly sensitive and extremely reactive to touch”, I can’t resist torturing him.

“Imagine me slowly kissing your nipples, running my hands down your belly, slowly getting closer to your cock.”

“Fuck. You’re killing me here. I’m in a group and people are asking me if I’m alright.”

The following week I send him more of my writing, while he’s in class. Just for him.

“I slowly wrap my lips around your dick, lightly, not quite touching it. You just can’t wait until they close around it and engulf you in their wet softness…”

“FUCK”

“nOT NNOW”

I didn’t mean to do it, honestly. But I’m thrilled. We arrange to meet one evening on campus. I fret that he’ll be nervous and make plans to walk outside where we can talk.

Before I tell him, he writes “When I get there just lead me to the bathroom.”

It’s early evening and golden shafts of sunlight slice through the nature building, where a couple of custodians are doggedly dragging mops across the concrete floor. They glance at me suspiciously as I pace and examine ancient fur pelts.

Outside the large window, I see dozens of students heading in all directions. One slender Indian boy walks briskly toward the building, and since he can’t see me, I ogle him unabashedly. He wears a white Nike tank top, showing off his brown arms and a small wisp of hair under them. My penis shifts when he opens the door, comes inside, and strides over to me. I flash him the orange and blue app on my phone, and now confident in my identity, he smiles and sticks out his hand.

“Hi. I’m Ajay.”

“I’m Pete,” I say. In contrast, my voice is just above a whisper. “It’s nice to meet you,” I give his hand a good squeeze, but I’m still distracted by the custodians. I literally found this place by googling for “good cruising spots”. They must know something is up. One of them is leaning on her mop handle tapping on her phone.

“Let’s head downstairs,” I tell him, and lead him past collections of animal furs to the concrete staircase.

The lower level is deserted, so I push open the bathroom door and we duck inside. I lock it, then, not trusting myself, double check. Yes, it is most definitely locked this time.

In the harsh fluorescent light I can see his face is smooth and his lips are soft and inviting. His eyes are hungry. He’s been thinking about this moment for weeks. He reaches out, and presses his body into mine, and I instinctively I back up against the wall. I close my eyes and feel our lips touch. My nose hits his glasses so I tilt my head. I embrace him, and his thin shirt easily flattens against his skin. I run my hands up along the svelte curve of his lower back. His hand sneaks under my shirt, searching over my pecs, until finally pouncing on my nipple.

God, I could kiss him forever. He tastes refreshing, like a cool mineral water after a drought. In my life, I have locked lips with four guys, but the feeling of Ajay’s lips makes me high. I pull him into me. I feel his hardness prod me through our clothes, and I want him.

I slide my hands into his pants, and move them over his ass. He’s so slender I can cup both cheeks in one hand. I squeeze them, massage them. I claim his body with my hands and lips.

We finally drift apart as he pulls my shirt up to my neck. I allow him to slip it over my head. When both of our shirts are a heap on the tiled floor, I reach down into his pants and take hold of his cock. It feels like a hot steel rod, pulsing with energy.

I’m about to kneel down, but he meets my eyes again and I get weak kneed. Instead, reach behind his head with my free hand and pull him to me. We make out, this time with the renewed fervor of having my hand around his dick.

After I don’t know how long, we have had our fill. I pull away from his lips and fall to the ground. I wrench his jeans down past his knees.

I’m amazed at his size. I’ve sucked brown guys before, and they have always been well endowed. Ajay stands above me, hands on his hips, and grins while I examine nearly seven inches of brown veined cock. The tip is still covered in its blanket of skin. He sucks in a breath when I wrap my hand around it, and I’m reminded of how sensitive he is. I’m going to have to take this slow.

I reluctantly uncurl my fingers from it, and instead I let out my tongue and slowly move towards his thigh, barely touching his dick with my temples. Deliberately, I make my way up his thighs, dragging my tongue across each salty leg hair. The slightest touch makes him shiver. I get closer, until I’m pushing his cock up with my nose while I lick under his smooth sack.

I stick out my tongue and look up at him, getting closer and closer to the tip. He’s trembling with anticipation. I’m afraid he’s going to cum without contact. I move with the speed and deliberation of a glacier. After ages have passed I finally touch my tongue to the tip. I lick it clean, tasting his sweet flavour.

I wrap my mouth around it, sliding my lips over the slippery pink orb hear him moan deeply. When I look up, he’s staring straight down at me, mouth hanging open, eyes urging me to go on. Slowly I let more of it slip into my mouth, until I press all the way in and it’s whole length slides down my throat. My nose hits bone.

He doubles over, hands pressed against the bathroom tiles, gasping for breath. I’m careful not to move the slightest. I slowly slide off like I’m defusing a bomb. He looks down at me over the curve of his abs, eyes wide.

When I sit back on my heels, we both watch as a single, dewdrop of precum oozes out. I place my tongue under the drop and draw out a silver strand. He watches as I wrap my lips around his pink, glistening cock head and, for the first time, start to suck.

Unable to withstand more torture, he places his hands on my temples to steady me and begins to fuck my mouth. But he stops soon after, aware of his limits, and stands there gasping.

I focus on his balls while he calms down. When the time comes, I take him into my throat one again, and he doubles over. I simply let him be there. I don’t have to do anything at all to keep him on edge. He gently kisses the hair on the back of my head.

Saliva is building up in my mouth now so I reflexively swallow.

Abruptly his hands dig into my back. “Aaa- aaa-” he moans. I feel his cock throb and deposit a thick wad of semen deep in my throat. After such a long build up, more gushes out of him and I feel like I’m drowning. I pull back, feeling each pulse add to the ocean of cum that fills my mouth.

I look up, eyes watering and see that he’s been staring down, amazed, in ecstatic orgasmic excitement. I open my mouth to show him what he did. After I gulp some of it down, he grabs me under my arms and tugs me up to his face. He presses his hands against my ears and pulls me to his lips. We kiss with a new fresh intensity, sharing the flavour of his release.

THUNK. The door bangs when someone tries to open it. We both freeze. My skin crawls.

“They want to clean it.” I tell him. “I suppose we’ll have to stay a few more minutes until they go away.”

His lips part, belying the panic I feel, and we go at it again. We make out until the cum is a memory.

“We need a plan to escape.” I say as I stop to breathe.

He smiles slyly. “The plan is,” he says, as if this happened all the time, “we’ll just walk out confidently.”

“Yeah, could work. But in opposite directions.”

We move to leave, but we don’t. Instead, we continue to explore each other’s lips.

“OK,” I say, taking a deep breath, and two steps back. “You go left and I’ll go right. They can’t get both of us.”

“Let’s go.”

When we’re dressed, we fling open the door. The custodian is there, leaning on his cart reading his phone. He looks right at us in surprise.

I spin on my heels and speed walk down the hall. My footsteps echo through the building as I ascend the stairs, shove open the emergency exit. When I step into the light of the setting sun, I know I’m safe.

Long ago I stopped getting nervous during hookups. Now the butterflies are back. I keep reliving our kiss as I joyfully begin walking through campus back to my car. It has been years since I felt so alive. Distracted, I think of him all the way to the parking lot before I realize I didn’t bring my car.

What the hell just happened? No guy has ever had that effect on me.

For the first time, it dawns on me that what I’m doing might be dangerous.

Back in his room

At least this time, he answers the door himself. The young twink has scruffy black hair, neatly trimmed but he obviously just got out of bed. It’s only 11 in the morning. We were supposed to meet yesterday. I waited for his message, parked nearby in the Food Basic’s parking lot for 45 minutes before I gave up. Later he texted that he had slept in.

I’m giving him another chance. He’s worth it.

He barely greets me, and as I crouch in the doorway to unlace my leather boots, he stands over me so I won’t run in and steal his stuff. We don’t say much because his mother’s in the kitchen a few steps away. I used grindr instead of knocking, so she doesn’t even know I’m there. She peeks out, drying a frying pan, and scolds my host for some misdemeanour another language. When she sees me she smiles in polite surprise.

“Good morning,” I said, beaming. “Strange weather lately, eh?” Don’t mind me. I’ll just be downstairs having sex with your son. Might be a while!

Last time I nearly bolted when his sister answered the door. Today I take it in stride. Maybe they know and maybe they don’t. Guys who are out with their families do things that would have shocked me just a few months ago. Everybody’s different. Especially this guy.

Still, I head for the door to the basement in two giant steps, eager to get away from his politely suspicious clan.

The bottom of the stairs are covered in heaps of clothes, vomited out by an old dryer.

“Ah, I see it’s laundry day.” I try to make conversation.

“Yeah, “ he replies. His mom shouts something after us.

He turns and hollers back up the stairs. “No, everything is in there, my pants are clean already!”

We navigate our way through the mess to his room, the only part of the basement that is clean. By clean, I mean free from shit you can trip over, not clean in the sense that the surfaces have been wiped in the past five years.

His room is dimly lit by a lamp on the shelf. Dark blue walls, except for a crudely painted graffiti figure. It watches over the desk where a very large bong rests. The plastic tubes in the contraption are stained brown from use and hard water.

He notices me staring at it. “Want some?” He asks.

I chuckle, “Nah, I tried weed before but it just makes me quiet.“

“Oh you’re one of those.”

The bong quivers and I hear someone bounding down the stairs, singing. I back into the corner, pressed against the wall like I’m furniture. Another young guy bounds into the room. Hot. A younger brother? Maybe a boarder?

He doesn’t notice me. He grabs the bong. “Eh?” He grunts and looks at my host.

“Take it.” he says, and the intruder leaves cradling his prize. My host closes the door after him, but it his does little to stop his loud singing. It’s not off key, but it’s nonsensical, as if he can’t remember every third word and makes them up as he goes. I wince at the noise, but my host ignores me. He’s swiping away on his silver iPhone. Suddenly the tinny sound of a top 40 song eeks out of its speakers, and the sound of the singing, bong-using boarder fades.

Still clicking at the phone, he slips one a finger under his pants and clumsily tries to pull them down. My heart races when he reveals the top of his public bone. But his finger stops there. He’s going to need two hands to get it over his boner, but he’s engrossed in checking his messages first.

With a lopsided grin, he finally throws the phone on the desk, runs his hands through his thick hair, and looks up at me. But my eyes are locked on the tent in his pants.

“I really love you sucking my dick, “ he tells me. “Are you going to swallow again?”

I look him in the eye. “This time,” I tell him, “I want you to try to cum right down my throat.”

“I’ll do it,” he agrees.

Fat chance. I know he won’t reach, but it’ll spice it up a little. I take off my shirt for him and he steps out of his pants, nude.

His dick is ready, slightly curved, and rapidly emerging from its in delicious tan foreskin. He’s his balls are closely shaved. Only a small trapezoid of artfully trimmed fuzz sits atop its base. He falls back on the bed, resting on his elbows.

I bend down and lick his balls. The skin of his sack is smooth as plastic. I lick up and around and suck in his musky scent, slowly making my way up his mast. By the time I get there his soft pink glans is throbbing and he stares at me with a look like he got a new toy and can’t quite believe it’s real.

But I refused to mouth it yet. I only came back for one reason. “I want you to face fuck me. Like last time.” I climb up the bed beside him, prop myself up with a pillow.

“Ha! I love that.” He gets up and towers over me, one knee on other side. With his hand on his cock he guides it into my waiting lips. I feel it slide up against the back of my mouth. I close my mouth and suck on it lightly, tasting the delicious salty flavour of the first lick. Then his hands go to my shoulders and he starts to thrust at me. The bed strains and squeaks. But something’s different. Each time I see his belly come at me, he gets a little harder, until unexpectedly, he slides past my tonsils and cuts off my breath. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting this. Last time he couldn’t even reach.

His body is hot now, sweaty, and as I begin to smell the scent wafting down from his armpits, my cock is raging hard in my pants. But too soon, he stops and slowly lowers his butt onto the bed beside me.

“Holy fuck you got bigger,” I tell him in amazement.

“Oh, really? Thanks.” He props his cock up and flexes, examining it proudly. Then he aims it at me, waiting.

I prepare for a long haul. Last time it took over half an hour and I got tired. I was hoping to have him do the work. I’m not looking forward to getting a sore neck again. I take a deep breath, lie between his legs, and wrap my mouth around his dick.

I give him everything. I suck in a breath and plunge down to his bone, come back up, and suck as I massage his cock with my tongue. Maybe he’ll only take twenty minutes this time.

A few seconds later he grabs my shoulders. I stop and suddenly he’s grunting and thrusting upwards frantically on his own. His twink butt grinds into the bed as he twists himself up into my face. When I try to get a quick breath, the fucker jams himself so far down my throat that I once again my airway’s cut off. I wait helplessly as he tenses up, gives one last quick jerk, and explodes. I can only stare at the base, cross-eyed, as it rhythmically pulses, literally pumping out his load. I stop counting after six. I can’t taste a thing. I can only imagine each spurt splashing against the back of my throat, oozing down on its own time.

When he’s done, I keep sucking, trying to eek out what remains of his delicious flavour, while he sits up, watching and grinning at me. But I’ve overstayed my welcome. He’s done with me now, and itching to get back to his phone, or his bong, or whatever else he does, so I reluctantly release his member.

“We definitely have to do this again,” he tells me, nose down in his iPhone.

“For sure.” I know I’m being used and I love it.

When we’re finally dressed, he sees me out so I won’t take his stuff.

Lost stories: Basement room

When a short fat woman answers the door, my heart jumps into my throat. The address, 15, is right there in front of me. I had checked it six times already.

“Sorry, is this 51 Elviage Road?” I stutter, staring at the house number. “I’m sorry, I must be in the wrong place.” Before she can answer, I flee, dashing down the walkway back to my car.

As I’m fumbling with my keys, I look up and see a young man slowly walking toward me in a hoodie, hands stuffed in his pockets. Shit, that’s him. I turn around and greet him. “Hey man, sorry, I’m not used to other people being around when… uh,”

“That’s just my sister,” he tells me. “You wanna come in?”

She’s busy in the kitchen now, dumping bricks of Mr. Noodle into a pot, and she pays no attention to us as we go into the basement. Downstairs is partially finished. Piles of boxes lean against the rafters, barely covering the pink insulation in the walls. He opens a door and we enter his room. Somehow, a bed and a desk have been stuffed into this tiny space. A plastic bong, now dried and tarnished with brown scum, sits on his desk amongst some old dishes.

He jumps up on the bed and casually lays back. “So you really wanna suck my dick?” he asks.

“Yeah I do.”

“OK then.” He stretches his arms up and lifts off the hoodie, showing me his skinny twink chest. Then he kicks his track pants off onto the floor and he’s nude.

I look into his eyes, lean down and flick my tongue at his flaccid dick. Not getting a reaction, I suck the whole thing into my mouth, rolling and squeezing it. He throws his arms out to the side, squirms, and melts into the pillow as I feel him begin to stiffen.

The ceiling creaks as footsteps pound through the house. What does she think we’re doing down here? I wonder.

Minutes pass. He seems to be enjoying it, but it’s taking too long even for my well practised jaw. I hide it as long as I can, then I slip off with a slurp.

“Is there anything I can do differently?” I ask.

He gazes down at me, eyes narrow, hands behind his head and considers it. “Can I fuck your face?” he asks. He suddenly looks sheepish. “It’s okay if not.”

“Sure, that could be fun,” I tell him, as I rub my sore jaw with one hand. It’d give me a break at least. We switch places. I lay on the pillow, head up against the wall, and I strip off my own clothes. I catch a glimpse of his ass before he turns around. It’s beautiful and despite myself I feel blood rushing into my penis. Maybe I’m a top. How do you decide these things, anyway?

And then he crouches down, face and hands against the wall like spiderman, and jabs his penis into my cheek. I open up and after a few more pokes he manages to get it in.

I lay back, eyes wide open, drinking in the compelling sight above me. The bed squeaks and moves further from the wall with each thrust. I feel his heat coming off his body, and stare into his taught belly. I can see his ribs, and two tiny red zits.

I feel my own passion coming alive. I haven’t even touched my penis, but now it’s laying over my belly button like a toppled tree. I grab it and hold it in the air, pointing at the ceiling. I feel like I could burst at any moment. I close my mouth around him and suck, and hear the squishes, sounding like wet whale kisses as he fucks my face hole.

I can see the wiry hairs under his arms, and his scent wafts down to me, and I get a very odd feeling. I feel wetness on my chest and suddenly realize with excitement that hot syrupy globs are gushing out of me unbidden. I’m cumming hands-free! I can’t see anything except his thrusting belly. He doesn’t stop, but I’m sure some must have landed on his back. I run my hand over my abs, massaging the warm slickness into my skin.

A toilet flushes upstairs, and pipes gurgle around us. The hair on my belly is already drying and clumping together he finally pauses, pulls out, and squats down over my chest.

“Sorry guy, I don’t know what’s wrong,”

“That’s ok. Take your time.”

He starts to jerk off, I feel his balls slapping against my chest. I raise my knees up to his back, and he leans on them, bum pressed against my drying cum. His eyes are closed, concentrating on some fleeting image inside his head. What’s he thinking, I wonder. Who is he fucking? Maybe he’s on campus. Maybe he is being fucked by his whole class. Or his prof. Or all of them at the same time. Maybe they’re taking turns fucking his ass and mouth.

It’s taking so long, I have to giggle. “At least I know I had no chance.”

“Yeah, ha,” he says, and his hands are a blur now, as he tries desperately to cum. The twerp probably jacked off before I got here or something. These young guys only think they can do anything, and be ready to go any time, but blowjobs are a different thing entirely. They’re a fucking art form, and I hate it when they’re wasted.

“OK I’m gonna cum now,” he says minutes later. He lifts off, some of my sticky chest hair still attached to his butt, and aims his cannon over my mouth. He’s still jerking furiously, knuckles hitting my chin, when a single jet of watery bitterness sprays onto my tastebuds. Exhausted, he slumps against the wall, while I lick my meagre reward from his hot, red, beaten penis.

I wriggle out, locate my clothes and slip them on quickly. I should wash up, but I don’t trust his bathroom to be clean enough to do so. I’m dry already anyway.

He’s sprawled out on the bed, heaving. He manages to lift his head and drowsily mutter his thanks before he falls asleep.

Upstairs his sister is sitting on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV, an empty pot in front of her. I don’t think she even saw me leave.

“I said SUCK IT, bitch.”

I get out of the car into the blackness of night and hear a thousand crickets screaming. This narrow street was carved out of a thick forest with hopeless optimism by some long dead city planner. The windows of the ancient brick houses are empty and dark.

For the first time in a while, I’m scared. I walk behind the drooping branches of some weeping willow trees, out of sight.

The light from my phone assaults my eyes as I scroll through the last message from him. There it is, gleaming in blue:

“Finally i can facefuck u”

“Here.” I text, and turn off the screen.

A minute later a tall dark figure slinks from down the road. He’s wearing dark track pants and a skimpy black tank top. I walk briskly to catch up with him.

“Hi, I’m here to meet someone,” I say, flashing the orange screen on my phone.

“Yeah,” the 18yo smiles, “You’re here to meet me. Is this your car?” He wants to drive somewhere. Okay.

We get in my small two-door Toyota and he looks out the window. “Sorry, I just don’t want to be seen. Actually, can I ride in the back?”

I glance behind at the huge Graco baby seat. “No, not much room. Just crouch down.”

He bends over, head scrunched against my glove compartment. As I drive he directs me down the narrow road and around the corner. Gravel crackles under my tires when I slow to a stop in front of a small dilapidated chapel.

“Please tell me, is there anybody around?” he asks.

“Nobody.”

“Okay.” He unfolds himself and we step out of the car, slowly closing the doors until they just click. He turns and disappears into the thick forest.

There’s no moon tonight, and I stumble over some fallen branches to chase after him.

“Don’t worry, I know this place. I used to come here with my ex.” He lights the way, just barely, with his phone’s screen.

As we walk, he gets close to me and slides his hand across the front of my shorts. I reach over and feel the curve of his ass, and caress his bulge. I’m happily surprised when I touch the smooth rigid head of his penis. It peeks out, pinned against his abs by the elastic of his track pants.

We‘re deep in the woods now. Just when I lose the sense of where the road was, we finally stop in front of a musty moss-covered log.

“Here’s good,” he says.

“Sure.” I take off my shirt and toss it on the leafy ground. We embrace, feeling each-other’s bodies. Then he shoves me down to my knees.

His cock is thick and cut, just as advertised. His glans is like a giant bell at the end, much bigger than the shaft. I run my hands on it. Hard as oak.

Suddenly, he reaches down to my cheek. “Suck it, bitch.” Slap.

Ow. Hot. I take it all in without gagging, silently pleased with my new skill. I feel his hands pressing on the back of my skull, holding me to him. His thick pubic hair scratches my nostrils.

“Yeah, like that,” he breathes. He leans into me, and I’m holding up his weight with my face. The only reason I don’t fall over is my big toe, which is bent backwards on the soft ground behind me. It’s flexed beyond it limits, and I can’t keep my balance for very long. I push his pelvis away and focus on moving up and down, letting my tongue dance against the substantial underside of his cock.

He rewards me with another slap on the cheek. “Stand up.” He yanks me up, then pushes my shorts down. He grabs my penis and gives it a few strokes, but not enough. Then he turns around and falls into me, pushes his ass against my penis. I reach around and keep stroking him. He lays his head back onto my shoulder, exposing his long smooth neck. I gently nibble on him, moving slowly up to his cheek. It looks like we’re going to kiss, but he breaks away.

“You’ve been drinking?” he asks.

“Yeah, a couple of beers earlier.” The only reason I could come out late was because of a rare meetup with old school friends. All of us are in our 30s, and we drank fancy beers and ate tiny plates of gourmet smoked poutine until they tired at 9:30. My wife doesn’t expect me home until midnight.

He pushes me down again, and sharp stones cut into my knees. He raises his tank top, revealing outline of his flat tummy. My eyes are used to the dark now. He stands there and lets me admire his body. His arms and pecs have the defined bulges of a care-free teenager with no body fat. Small muscles, and proud of them. He stares into my eyes and smiles with glee, flashing his white teeth. He reaches down, as if to caress me.

Instead, he slaps my face again. “I said suck it, bitch.”

He shoves his dick into my mouth, and I do my best to not let his giant bell catch on my molars.

“Fuck,” he says. Encouraged, I give it everything, caressing his balls and moving my tongue around his shaft.

“Oh fuck!” he says again, exhales in frustration. “These damn mosquitoes!”

Gotta change it up. I let him slide all the way in, and I feel his penis enter my throat. No more gagging. I try to swallow it down for as long as I can, then I’m forced to let up for air.

“Use more suction,” he demands.

Suction? I’ve never used suction before. That’s interesting! I mentally file this away, then I start sucking. Like this? I stare up into his eyes. My cheeks pinch in on the out-stroke.

“Yeah, that’s good. Like really good.”

After a minute he pulls out and holds it in front of my face. “Spit on it.”

I spit, and pity the circumcised men of the world. He arches back, and wet skin smacks together as the teenager coaxes himself toward imminent release.

“Okay, take it in your mouth. Now.” he orders. He stabs it through my lips, and starts to face-fuck me.

Too soon, he stops thrusting, groans, and pumps out a watery load of bitter cum. I swallow it down, and move to get my shorts back on.

In a flash, he bashes his palm against my shoulder, shoving me back to the ground. I get another slap on the cheek. “Clean it up.”

Okay. I put my mouth on it gingerly.

“No! Don’t suck, just clean it.”

Chagrined, I gently swab the tip of his softening penis with my tongue. He holds it out for me, turning it this way and that as it softens and droops. I stay there, my back and knees aching, until all trace of the bitterness is gone.

Back in my car, he crouches in the seat again, cowering. I drop him off in the dark corner of the street, and he vanishes into the night.

I can still taste his twink cum, and I love it.

“My mom left– please hurry”

“Your tumblr is amazing,” writes a 20yo fan, We chat a bit. He can host, but he’s got to wait for his mom to go out.

“I’ve had guys when they’re home before,” he tells me. “Usually while my parents are asleep but twice while they were home in the middle of the day. I just snuck him in though, they had no idea.”

I decide that my 5 year old daughter will never, ever move to the basement bedroom.

“How long has it been?” he asks. “How big a load am I getting?”

Well about three days since I fed that student his lunch… Wait, I scroll back through the conversation. I haven’t even sent any face pics yet! I send a couple.

“If only you were into making out..” he responds.

It’s nice to be appreciated. But I only make out with cock. Passionately.

He sends me some pics.

He has to go to the Costco and Walmart with his mom now. After that we can do something.

But she likes the free samples. When the time comes, he messages, “We’ve only just got to Walmart :(“. Courteous little fucker.

I go to Tim Horton’s and listen to a group of old ladies gossip about why Mary’s not there.

Ba-dump. “We’re back,” he notifies me. “You’ll have to come now as soon as she leaves.”

I gamble it might be a while. I order an iced cap.

“She’s gone.”

Shit.

I jump into my car and fumble with Google Maps. It’s an oven in here. I gulp down my iced cap, and immediately regret it as feels like someone’s massaging my brain with a melon baller. Okay, where the fuck is this place?

“I have 20 minutes tops… please hurry”

I hit every god damn red light on the way. It gives me time to think. Is this my ninth or tenth hookup? I can’t even remember. The butterfly feeling is absent. I feel no fear, only excitement.

As I jog up the street I see him wave in the window. A minivan is parked in the driveway. She must have taken the other car. Or she’s back.

He opens the door.

He’s hotter in person. White. He’s the kind of guy the football coach always tries to recruit but he’s just not interested. His neat black hair is combed and fixed in place with a bit of gel. He looks at me hungrily.

“We don’t have much time,” he tells me,

I take my shoes with me. We leap down four steps to the basement, and his bedroom’s right there. White walls, Stuff on the floor. I don’t even have time to look. When I turn around he’s already kneeling and unbuckling my pants.

He munches on the front of my underwear. Thanks for this. He’s read my tumblr and knows I need some time to grow.

The bed’s not made. I sit on the edge and peel my pants off. (Indigo X Copper Twist, Naked & Famous Denim, $130) He stuffs my dick in his mouth, locks his eyes into mine. I go from 3” to 7” in seconds. It’s never happened so fast.

I glance towards the doorway. What if his mom comes in right now?

“Well Ma’am,” I’d say, “your (very straight) son just tripped on the carpet and… I mean, I got this snake bite and he’s selflessly, uh…” Fuck it, I got nothing.

I tell him I want to suck him. Looking down I see his erection pushing out his shorts. He can barely get them down he’s so excited.

His penis is thick and looks delicious.

“Let’s make out,” he tells me and moves in. I have no choice. Our lips meet. I’m reserved, uncertain how far I want to go. I’ve only kissed one other guy, and two other girls including my wife. He presses in, and his large tongue slips through my lips. He dominates my mouth. I relax and enjoy it. But I really want cock.

He stands up and I get a view of his thick penis. His foreskin is beautiful, so delicate and thin it seems like it can barely cover him. I raise it to my lips and gently slide the tip of my tongue inside. He inhales sharply when I lick all around inside him. The taste is strong and I want more.

He taps my head. “I’m close,” he says.

I’ve barely started, so I very gently pull down on his shaft, just enough to let my tongue out, and let it slide back. I press into his urethra, and taste precum.

He’s trembling. I feel his powerful hands grip my shoulders, and his hips move forward slightly. That’s all it takes. Three liquidly squirts hit the back of my throat.

I’ve been stroking my cock all this time. Suddenly his mouth is back on it, plunging up and down. I can’t believe it. I’ve barely swallowed, but this kid’s so eager. He loves my cock as much as I love giving it to him.

So I give him what he wants. I lean back on his bed, grab a fistful of his hair, and fuck him. “Yeah, suck my cock. SUCK IT.” I command, and thrust upwards into his face hole. I can’t help moaning loudly. I keep my eyes open so I can permanently etch the sight this near-teenager blowing me into my brain.

When I’ve had enough, I mash his face down into my crotch one last time, suck in my abs, and pump my sperm right down his fucking throat.

When I stride out into the sunlight, I look at my phone and realize it’s been all of five minutes since my arrival.

Intense.

I get the fuck out of there before his mom returns.