Date: Fri, 05 Jan 2007 06:19:51 -0800
From: sazumoran@hushmail.com
Subject: Sleepover Special

Usual disclaimer yadda, yadda yadda, it's all made up. Let me know if ya
like it. And don't let me know if you don't. I'm so fragile right now, I
can't handle any negative vibes. Yeah, right, that's it.


It was the week after school had let out, and I had just turned 13. Me and
my best friend Brad were going to spend the whole week at his house
watching crappy horror movies and staying up all night. He'd been away
since school let out at a soccer tournament.  His team wasn't very good,
but the competition was even worse. His next door neighbor was back from
college and was willing, with some cash as an incentive, to get us some
beer. His parents were away on vacation, and mine were just about to go for
a week, so we'd have the place to ourselves for the weekend till his
parents got back. For some reason, both our parents were okay with that,
which we thought was crazy at the time. Looking back, it wasn't, cause me
and Brad thought that drinking a can of beer (yeah, his neighbor was gonna
buy us one six-pack) and watching Nightmare on Elm Street would get us
thrown in juvie if we got caught. The idea of having a party and trashing
the place would have had us pissing our pants, and even if we'd wanted to
none of our friends would ever have trashed anything. It probably would
have turned into a Dungeons & Dragons marathon. I didn't really like that
stupid game, but Brad and all our friends were total freaks who'd get into
fist fights over who'd get to be dungeon master. Any one of them would
probably have sold their souls for an extra hundred hit-points for their
character.

Anyway, we were totally psyched, and when Friday evening rolled around, my
parents dropped me off at Brad's place on the way to the airport. Didn't
even drive me up to the house, just pealed on out of there. They were going
to Cancun, and it was an indication of our total geekiness that me and Brad
had turned down going along without even thinking about it.  Brad's place
was set back kinda far from the road, so I swung my rather heavy backpack
up on my shoulder ( it was full of tapes of terrible movies, not clothes),
and trudged up the long winding driveway.

I rang the doorbell, but nobody answered, so I dropped the backpack and
went around to the back, but that was locked too. I figured Brad was just
listening to his stereo with his headphones on, like always, so I rang the
doorbell like a million times. It took a little while, but I grinned and
picked up my bag when I finally heard the door being unlocked.

"What are you doing here?"

Shit, I thought to myself, Brad said Arnold was gonna be gone.

Arnold was Brad's brother, almost exactly one year older. Ever since I had
moved here when I was eight, me and Brad had been friends, and Arnold was a
pain in the ass. Whenever I was around (which was a lot) he would just go
in his room, and when we had to be together, like at dinner, he'd totally
ignore me. He wasn't ever mean or anything, but having a guy around who
wouldn't acknowledge your existence got old fast.  Even though I was always
nice to him, and never made fun of him, we never got along any better.  And
it would have been easy to make fun of him, cause before when I talking
about us and our friends, I was exaggerating some.  Though we weren't
exactly cool, compared to Arnold we were the cast of Dawson's Creek or
something. Yeah, Brad was a bit weird, and I was what moms call `husky',
but Arnold was completely the fat kid of our neighborhood. And what with
the glasses and how he mumbled whenever he talked to anybody he didn't
know, almost everybody but me and Brad would have picked on him. Nobody did
though, cause Brad might have been kinda geeky, but he could kick your ass
if he wanted to.  Arnold was gonna start high school in the fall and Brad
said he was totally freaked out about it. Me and Brad would still be in
middle school, and even though Brad could probably kick everybody in high
school's ass too, he wouldn't have a chance to, not being there and all.

Not that I'd know anything about that except from Brad, Arnold still
pretended I wasn't there. It'd got worse the past year or so, he wouldn't
even look me in the eye now, and he couldn't even talk to me anymore
without mumbling.

 It took me a minute to figure out what he said when he opened the door,
and I kinda stood there staring at him while I puzzled it out. He was
barefoot in gray sweatpants and an orange t-shirt. It was an Aquaman
shirt. I didn't know where the hell anybody'd get an Aquaman shirt. He
stared down at the welcome mat kinda blankly.


"Oh, hey Arnold, where's Brad?" I finally said

"Huh?"

"You know, Brad, plays soccer, is a total shithead?" I was smiling, but he
wasn't looking.

"He's not a shithead!"  he said a bit louder than usual.  Kinda almost
looked at me but not quite, he sounded mad.

"Arnold, I'm just kidding, you know Brad and me always call each other
that."

"Oh, uh, yeah . . ." he trailed off and his face was getting redder and
redder "He's not here."

"When's he comin' back?"

"Tomorrow"

"But he's coming back today."

"No he's not."

"But . . . oh wait, shit." Once again my expertly trained memory completely
screwed me over.

"Fuck, fuck fuck! Today's Friday, he's coming back on Saturday not Friday!
Goddamn fuck!" I dropped my book bag and jumped around a bit as I
ranted. Arnold was looking right at me now. Now that I think about it, he
looked kinda scared.

Yeah, he'd said he was coming back on Saturday, like twenty times, and his
mom too, but all my stupid fucking brain remembered was that while my
parents went on vacation I was staying with Brad, and since they were
leaving on Friday, that meant on Friday I was going to Brad's. As soon as I
hung up the phone from talking to Brad, I forgot everything him and his mom
had said. That's why Arnold was still here. He was leaving tomorrow when
his aunt dropped off Brad from soccer and took Arnold to computer camp.

"So you can come back tomorrow." said Arnold "Call your mom."

"No way dude."

"Huh?"

"They're gone, they just dropped me off on the way to the airport." I
grinned and he looked worried.

"Why can't you call?"

"I cant." Cause my parents are so insane, they don't `believe in'
cellphones.

"Where will you stay then?"

"Here."

"No, you can't."

"Sure I can, Brad'll be home tomorrow and I was gonna stay anyway."

"But nobody's home!"

"Duh, you're home."

"But nobody else is!" he looked really red now.

"So?  Me an Brad were gonna stay by ourselves for the weekend anyway. An
you're a year older than Brad."  It was easy to forget, even though he was
a bit taller than Brad he acted like he was a year younger, and not the
other way round.

"But. . . um." Oh great, he's gonna start crying.

"Come on, where else am I gonna go." Now I was getting whiny, yeah I could
walk home, but that'd take hours.

"Okay, I guess."

"Cool, thanks a billion Arnold."

"Yeah, all right." And he just stood there in the door. I went to go in,
but he didn't even move.

"Uh, Arnold."

"Wha?"

"If I'm gonna stay, I need to come in huh?"

"Oh, uh right." Once again looking everyplace else but at me, he stood
aside and let me come in.

He locked the door as I took off my sneakers and socks and left them by the
door. Brad's dad was really anal about people `marking up my damn
floors!'. He was really cool otherwise, but if you wore shoes in his house
he went fucking crazy. It was nice inside, it was getting kinda hot the
past week, so I was just wearing shorts and a jersey. No underwear either,
nice and cool.

"Uh, d'yuh wan sumspati?"

"Wuh huh?  Sorry man, I was zoning" Actually I could barely hear him.

"Some spaghetti? I was making some. For dinner, I mean.  If you're hungry,
or we have some other stuff too." He was balancing on one foot and was
scratching his leg with the other while looking at the lamp on the table by
the door.  Which was sort of close to my arm. "And bread."

"I mean I'm making garlic bread too. I haven't actually made it but I going
to." At this point, this was more words than I'd heard from him, like in
four months. And with the last sentence I could actually make out all the
words.

"Sure, that sounds good." I hadn't eaten since lunch, and was starving. He
turned red again, and looked at the closet door.

I headed towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?"

"Just to Brad's room to put my pack down." I shrugged to indicate the pack
on my shoulder.

"Um, I'll make it then, the food." He then turned around and walked off to
the kitchen. He almost tripped near the stairs, looked back at me for a
second, still red, and practically ran off to the kitchen.

Man, that guy, I thought somewhat amused. I went up the stairs to Brads
room and threw my backpack on his bed. Which was kinda hard to do since
just about every piece of clothing he owned was already piled up in a big
pile on it. At least it was mostly all clean this time. Luckily Brad had
bunk beds in his room, and the top one, which I normally used, didn't have
too much on it. So after I threw it all down on his bed I was all
set. About then I realized that I needed to go really bad, so I ran over to
the bathroom. I sighed and put my hands behind my head while I pissed, man
did I need that.

I walked back down to the kitchen, where Arnold was about to put water on
to boil water, which seemed to require his complete and undivided
attention.

"Arnold -"

"Uh!" he quickly spun around, dropping spaghetti on the floor.

"Sorry, here I'll help." I picked up the pasta while he kinda stood there.

"We can't use that." he said when I handed it to him.

"Sure we can, we're gonna put it in boiling water right? That'll kill the
germs."

"That's gross." I think he was looking at the fridge.

"Oh, okay." I threw it in the garbage.

"How much?" he was standing facing towards the stove now and away from me,
so I couldn't hear him well.

"How much what?"

"How much spaghetti do you want?"

"A lot, I'm fuckin' hungry!" I couldn't see his face, but his ears were
very red.

"I'll let you know.  When it's ready."

"All right . . ." nothing but silence from him "I'll be in Brad's room
then." He sort of grunted okay, then started cutting up bread.

I sat in Brad's room for a while but that got boring fast. Like a couple
minutes, so I went down to the basement. That room was designated the den,
and when Brad's parents didn't want to be bothered we went down there to
watch tv and play video games.  The tv wasn't as good as the one in the
living room, but that's where all our stuff was, so we generally stayed
down there even if his parents weren't home.  This was where the
hypothetical beer drinking might possibly happen this weekend. I tried
playing a couple games but it wasn't any fun without Brad to yell at me.
He would always try and make me die and I'd do it until we got into a
fight. I don't think we ever actually won anything when we were playing
together. Luckily we never got into a real fight, cause I was bigger than
Brad but he'd have kicked my ass.

So I was lying on the floor waiting for spaghetti. Delicious spaghetti with
sauce and garlic bread. How long could it take to make spaghetti, I mean
it's been like, I looked up at the clock on the vcr, yeah, it's been almost
ten minutes. Fuck, only ten minutes. And the water wasn't even boiling when
I left the kitchen.  Maybe we could make it in the microwave, can you make
that in the microwave? These were the thoughts running through my head as I
stretched out on the floor. Turning my head, I saw something under the
couch. I reached under and grabbed it. It was a vhs tape with no label. So
completely bored, I put it in the player and pressed play.

At first it was just blank, and I figured it was just an empty tape that
got knocked under the sofa, so I went to press eject when it came on.

I didn't recognize it at first, but suddenly I realized that it was the
couch in the den where I was sitting. It had been recorded on Brad's vhs
camera that he used to record all his soccer games with. His dad had gotten
the `overpriced piece of junk' for him last year. (His dad really was a
nice guy, when he said stuff like that you could tell he was trying not to
laugh. Except about the floors.) I could tell it was recorded on his cause
it always left a tiny black bar on the bottom of whatever it recorded. Brad
would always watch the videos of his games over and over. Sometimes he'd
try to make me watch them with him, he said to get a `fresh
perspective'. Which was so boring cause a lot of times I'd already been at
the games.  So I'd make up problems with his kicking technique until he
turned it off.

All of a sudden Arnold came on the screen and sat down on the couch. Huh, I
didn't know he ever used the camera, I thought, maybe it's some kinda D&D
thing. He never played with me there, but Brad told me he played
sometimes. Then I was really surprised, cause Reggie came in and sat down
next to Arnold.

Reggie down the street (who was mostly a total jerk) was in Arnold's class
at school, and was probably the only kid who ever talked to Arnold.  Brad
would have beat him up if he'd thought Reggie'd been messing with him, but
Arnold said he never had. Brad wasn't convinced, but Arnold had always
talked to Brad about other stuff so he left it. But I guess they were all
right since they'd made this vid- Oh shit! Reggie's like rubbing Arnold all
over. And what happens next blows my mind. They get naked. And Arnold's
licking and sucking Reggie's dick. Which is hard. And now his
balls. Arnold's jacking himself off lying on the couch while Reggie's
kneeling over his chest and moving his cock in and out of Arnold's mouth.

All I can do is think is `Fuck!'. Oh yeah, and rub my cock though my
shorts, cause it's really fucking hard. Though I don't really think about
it, I'm noticing that Reggie and Arnold's cocks are smaller than mine. I
always thought my dick was kinda small since the guys in the porno I've
seen all have huge cocks. Never seen guys my age before. Mine's five and a
half inches, and Reggie's is smaller and thinner and Arnold is really
small. Probly looks smaller cause he's pretty fat.

But though I think that a little, mostly what I think is that I really want
to do that. I really want to have somebody suck my cock like that. And the
movie stops for a second, and I'm really fucking mad it's already over when
it comes back. Now it's kinda figure out for a second, but when I do I
start rubbing my cock again. Arnold's on his back, still naked, with his
feet up in the air.  Reggie's got his finger up Arnold's ass. You can see
it going in and out, Reggie must be holding the camera in his other
hand. He pulls it back for a minute, and Arnold really looks like he likes
it, cause he's moaning and saying `oh, yeah'.

Cool, I can hear them now, the sound must have been off before, but
Reggie's talking to Arnold and saying how he's gonna fuck his ass. That
almost makes me shoot all over the place. I knew that guys did stuff like
that, but I've never seen it before, and I never knew it was so fuckin'
hot. Arnold's still sayin `yes, please' and his cock's hard, so he must
want Reggie to fuck him. Reggie gets some vaseline from somewhere you can't
see on the camera, puts some on his boner and moves the camera so you can
see his cock going up Arnold's butt-hole. It looks so fucking hot, but I
stop jackin off cause I don't wanna cum until I see the rest.

Now Reggie's saying how tight Arnold's ass is and how he's so good to fuck
up the butt. Reggie rubs Arnold's belly `Yeah fat boy take my cock!" and
Arnold's like `yeah, fuck me good.' which makes me even hotter. They're
both moaning now and moves the camera up close to Arnold's face. You can
hear him moaning really loud and breathing really hard. His mouth is open
and you can see his tongue, and he's like drooling some.

The movie stops again, but just for a second, just long enough to make me
worry a bit, then starts again. The camera is back farther away and you can
see all of the two of them. Reggie's fucking Arnold harder which I guess is
easier to do without having to hold the camera. He's talking dirtier now
saying Arnold is his bitch and needs to get fucked really good. Arnold's
just moaning, and I think `man I wish I was fucking him' which should freak
me out, but it just makes me hornier. The screens like all I can see, I'm
not jacking off, I'm almost holding my breath waiting to see what
happens. Arnold looks ho fucking hot with his belly bouncing from Reggie
pounding his ass and he's jacking himself off and Reggie's just moaning
now, and going faster, and faster -

	And suddenly there's a really loud crash behind me. I still have
the remote in my hand and I press stop really quick, and I hear someone run
up the stairs, out of the den, into the kitchen. . .fuck! The kitchen where
Arnold was just making dinner, and said he'd call me when it's
ready. Arnold who I was just watching get fucked. I look at the vcr and
though it seems like it's been on forever, the tape's been playing for
thirteen minutes. This goes though my head in like a second, and I'm
jumping up almost as soon as I press stop on the machine. Getting up off
the floor in front of the couch, I come around it and see what made the
crash, a metal bowl that was full of garlic bread.


I run upstairs and he's not in the kitchen though there are two big bowls
of spaghetti each sitting next to a glass of soda. He's not anywhere
downstairs, and he's not upstairs either, not anywhere, and I panic for a
second, but then I hear him.

There's an old sofa up in the attic, with junk piled all over the place,
and it never really gets hot even in the summer. I knew he liked to come up
there and read, but now he was curled up on the sofa in a ball, sobbing.

"Hey, uh Arnold" I reach and touch his arm "Look . . .

"Shut the fuck up!" He screams loud which almost would make me piss myself
if I hadn't already went earlier.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that . . ."

"Didn't know what? That I'm a fucking faggot!  Why don't you just tell
everybody, I know you want to!" I couldn't see his face, he was curled up
too much, but I could sure fuckin' hear him.

"I'm not gonna . . ."

"Yes you are, you hate me, you've always hated me!" now this made me
pissed. I mean sure I watched the tape, but I didn't know what it was, and
I didn't hate him. It wasn't like I was the one who hid it under the
goddamn couch. What a great spot, no one would ever find it there!

"I don't fucking hate you, you hate me!"

"No I fucking don't!"

"Well them if we don't fucking hate each other why are we screaming?!"

This at least got him to look at me. His face was covered in tears and
snot, and it was very red, though not, I thought quite as red as when he
and Reggie were . . . No, focus on the situation.

"Here!"  I grabbed an old shirt out of a box of old shirts and handed it to
him.

"What's this fucking for?" he glared suspiciously at the shirt.

"It's to blow your nose it, you've got snot all over your face."

"You can't blow your nose on a shirt!"

"Why not, it's clean! Mostly, I guess. Besides we're in the attic, there's
no fucking tissues!"

"A..All right." he seemed to calm down all of a sudden, well he wasn't
screaming anymore. He blew his nose, and wiped off his face. "I guess it's
bigger than a tissue."

"Yeah. "

"You really -

"I promise I won't tell anybody. Oh yeah, and you should probly not hide
that tape under the couch."

"I don't! I'm not stupid, It just that when you rang the bell, I was kind
of. . . going to watch it. And then I couldn't think where else to hide
it. And when it was you, I forgot about it, sort of. But that's not what I
meant."

"What's not what you meant?"

"What's not what you meant?"

"Before, I didn't mean you won't tell I meant . . . do you really not hate
me?"

"No I don't hate you, I never say anything mean to you!"

"You never say anything to me."

"No, you're the one who never talks to me." Man, he was obtuse.

"I remember the first time I met you."

"When I came home with Brad after school, yeah, and you just turned around
and didn't even say hello to me! You just went in your room."

"no that's not it." He was mumbling again.

"Yes it is!"

"No, it was in school. We were on the playground and it was before you met
Brad, you'd just been there a few days. I was reading a book, and you came
over and knocked it out of my hand. Then you called me a shithead fatso."

He trailed off, and I remembered doing that to some kid at school cause
another kid had dared me to. I didn't really want to, but I didn't have any
friends at school yet and I wanted to impress the other kids.  I didn't
meet Brad for another three months in math class. I guess when I was eight
I never made the connection between Brad's brother and the fat kid at
school, or maybe I Just didn't want to.

"Oh, um . . . I guess you're right. I'm sorry I forgot all about that, I
was an asshole when I was eight I guess. I really never realized it was you
I did that too. I uh, was embarrassed and I didn't really. I didn't look
really at you, and I uh-"

"It's okay Dave, now that I know you didn't mean it.

"But why didn't you ever say anything, I would have said I was sorry."

"Brad, I knew you really liked him, and you were really good friends even
the first time you came over. And if I'd said anything, he um, would have
killed you."

"Oh yeah, I'm glad he wasn't around that time."

"He was on suspension. For breaking a kids arm. And he just called me
four-eyes."

"Shit."

"Yeah, if he'd known you called me a shithead fatso, you'd be so dead.

"Now I know why that kid dared me to call you that. And why they were all
laughing so hard. I mean it wasn't that funny. They weren't laughing at
you, they were laughing at the kid who was so stupid he'd mess with the
brother of a total psycho."

"The boy who would be sloppy joe."

"Yeah, huh, well so I guess you could look at it, all those years of not
talking to to me you saved my life."

"I guess. But that's not the real reason I didn't talk. I uh, liked you."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, I thought you were so cute I didn't want to see your pretty little
face all messed up." He grinned, like really, and I hadn't seen that
before.

"Oh uh . . . well yeah of course! " I smirked "Who can resist my good
looks? So are we okay then?"

"Yeah, I guess" He uncurled all the way, he'd already mostly sat up as we
talked. "You can sit down I guess." he patted the cushion next to him on
the couch. I'd been standing behind the couch, leaning over to talk to
him. I walked around the arm and was gonna sit down, when I saw he wasn't
really looking at my face anymore. His eyes were pointed straight at my
shorts and looking down I kinda guessed why. Not wearing any underwear when
you've got baggy nylon shorts on is great so long as you don't pop wood,
but after my experience in the den, my hard-on was very obvious. Oh yeah,
and there was a pretty decent sized wet spot where the head was.

"Huh, sorry I um. It's just that I. . ." I just sort of stood there.

"Have a boner?"

"Yeah"

"Can I see it?"

"What?"

"Your uh, cock."

"Yeah."

"So?"

"What?"

"You've got to pull down your shorts."

"Oh, okay" I slowly hooked my fingers in my waistband and pulled it out and
down, and there it was, sticking out in front of me. I had a small patch of
hair over it, and my balls were smooth. I just about came when he put his
hand around it.

"Hey, yours is nice, way better than Reggie's."

"Uh,thanks " I stood there again not really knowing what to say.

"Yeah, well," he took his hand off my cock. "Okay. . . " He looked down
towards his feet for a few seconds and went to stand up.

"Do you want to do that stuff on the tape with me?" I blurted it out, I
couldn't believe I'd said it, but my dick could.

"What?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to, I won't make you or anything. But
if you'd like to I really-" I was kind of babbling, but in my defense I was
real horny.

"Sure!" he cut me off, luckily, or I might still be there. And he was
grinning again. "Let me get some stuff. Wait here, um yeah! And get
naked. " he was saying, already halfway down the stairs. Luckily, barefoot
just in a jersey and my shorts half down, I didn't have far to go, cause I
don't know if I could have managed anything more complicated.

"Here we go." he had a tub of vaseline and an old towel he threw down on
the sofa. "Wow this is so the greatest." I think he said, kind of hard to
hear him with his Aquaman shirt half off and over his head.

His shirt off his sat down in front of me, my hard cock right in front of
his face.

"Yum," he said, and then something else, but because his tongue was licking
all over my cock, I couldn't really understand him. Not that it really
mattered either, cause while he slowly slurped my cock in and out of his
mouth, I was mostly trying not to cum. I may have said something but I
don't know what it was.

"What?" he asked pulling off my cock, and wiping his mouth with the back of
his hand. I tried to think, but it wasn't working for a minute. My brain
finally booted back up.

"Uh, I really want to uh, fuck your ass." Yeah, that was it.

"Cool, that's the best, I love getting fucked. You ever done it before?"

"No, not really."

"That's okay, " he was sitting on the couch pulling his sweatpants and
underwear off. His cock was just as hard as mine. "It's easy to get the
hang of." He lay down on the couch and pulled his legs up. "C'mere. Man,
your cock is awesome. " Sitting down on the couch I could see his asshole,
cute and pink, and I was gonna have my cock up inside it.

"Now take some of that stuff, yeah, and put it up me. Use one finger, and
go slow. Yeah nice, uh, um." It was way better seeing it up close than on
tape, his ass felt really hot and tight inside so I did that for a while.

"Uh, yeah, now use two fingers. Mmm, that feels good."

"Do you like it, getting it up your ass?" I watched his hole wrap around my
fingers. I was sorta curious, seemed like it would hurt.

"Yeah, it's really awesome, uh yeah, oh don't stop." It was really hot
watching his face while I pushed my fingers in and out of him. "Uh, get
your cock in me, please."

I rubbed some vaseline on my cock, and got between his legs, pushing my
cock down and aiming it for his hole.

"Uh, a little lower, yeah, almost, wait, grab my legs and push `em back,
yeah" fuck I kept fucking sliding around, but then he reached down and
grabbed my cock. "There, now slowly push forward, uh, once you get it in
it's easier. Oh yeah, that's it." I could see my cok slowly pushing inside
him, until it was all the way inside. Man was my cock happy. I looked down
at his face, my hands around his ankles, his eyes were closed, but then he
opened them, looked at me and grinned.

"Yeah well, don't just sit there, come on and fuck me with that big fat
cock." he closed his eyes again "Uh, it's so fucking good. . "

"Uh yeah, no problem." I slowly (well not real slowly, but slow as I could)
pulled my cock almost all the way out of his ass, then slid it back
in. Yeah, all right, I didn't do the second part slowly at all.

"You okay?" He'd moaned really loud, couldn't tell if that was bad or not.

"Uh, wuh? mm great oh fuck yeah." I figured that meant he was okay, and the
drooling was probably a good sign too.

His ass felt so good around my cock, and I was a little surprised how much
I loved fucking him, but only a very little, cause the way it felt to pound
my cock in and out of his tight ass was pretty much blocking other stuff
out.

It's a good thing that Arnold didn't have any neighbors cause we were both
pretty loud. I was slamming my cock harder and harder into his hot ass and
practically yelling about how much I liked fucking him. Okay, yeah I was
yelling, meanwhile he was making these really loud grunting groans and
pushing his asshole up to meet my cock every time I sank into him. And I
think maybe he was yelling `fuck me' at the top of his lungs. We kept going
faster and faster until it all turned into a blur. I was fucking him so
hard the couch almost fell over. I felt his ass grip my cock super tight,
and I could feel him shooting his load, yelling something. That made my
cock get so fuckin hard, I slammed it all the way into him and came for
like forever.



"That was better than anything ever. You fuck great. . . .Uh, did you like
it?"

"Um, kinda."

"Kinda?"

"Well, I'm not really sure."

"Oh, uh. . .maybe-"

"I think I might have to try it again to be sure."

"You know what?"

"No."

"You're a total shithead."