it's storytime, to combat the boredom! here's a romance story my two best friends and i wrote one night at coffee. i miss them.
Eric nervously picked the grime from underneath his fingernails and looked around nervously for possible onlookers. The quiet solitude he had expected from the small cafe had been unexpectedly ruined by a group of navy men back from a long voyage at sea. Eric fumbled with his pants, trying to conceal his small erection in the presence of these patrons and pretended to tend to the thin novellette he had brought as a deterent.
Eric glanced cautiously over his book at the sailors. A particularly burly sailor gave him a penetrating stare followed by a wink, and gestured with his head in the direction of the bathroom. Eric stood up slowly, and held his book in front of his nether regions. He made googley eyes in Burly's direction and made his way to the bathroom. Eric checked himself out in the mirror. He tucked a fly-away hair behind his ear and made a kissy face when he heard the door open. Burly stood in the doorway for a few seconds. Eric looked him up and could see a halfy in his tight white sailor pants. Burly glanced at Eric momentarily and groped his tight package. Eric reddened at the suggestive gesture and turned on the faucet. As he hurriedly washed his hands, Burly unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick meat. The sight sent electricity up Eric's pure body and he closed his eyes tight in an attempt to gather his thoughts. "This one is for the theachers that made passing allusions to my gaiety and all the kids who would push me in the gutter for wearing hot pink glitter stretch pants and a floral hat to gym class and for Daddy's beatings and for little Gruffy who was run over by nazi scum, leaving skid marks on his corpse saying 'faggot dogs must die!'"
He slipped off his payless sneakers and faced his master.
Burly licked his lips and grasped Eric's hip, pulling Eric toward him. As Burly moved his hands across Eric's tight tummy and down to his fly, Eric let out a quiet moan and was instantly filled with shame. His BVD's adhered to his now flacid member.
"I..." Eric began, eyes downcast.
"It's okay," Burly said, and patted his firm buttocks. "As long as you pleasure me now."
Eric looked Burly in the eye. "What is your name?" he asked. "Chad," he said. "Chad Sexington." Eric started to get on his knees. "I've never sucked on a weiner before, Mr. Sexington." Burly unzipped his sailor pants and his wang flopped out. He pulled Eric's head to his groin. "SUCK IT."
At the sight of Chad's half-floppy weiner, Eric immediately began choking on regurgitated stomach acid until a thin stream of puke projected upon Chad's manhood. His jewels began to melt into a puddle of gelatinated penis on the bathroom floor. Chad's chest began to swell into a fine pair of boobs and his groin grew a pair of quimnuts. Eric was strangely aroused by the scene, but nevertheless decided to exit and make his way to his Aunt Juicy's house of pancake fun.
fin.
how's that for porn?
Eric nervously picked the grime from underneath his fingernails and looked around nervously for possible onlookers. The quiet solitude he had expected from the small cafe had been unexpectedly ruined by a group of navy men back from a long voyage at sea. Eric fumbled with his pants, trying to conceal his small erection in the presence of these patrons and pretended to tend to the thin novellette he had brought as a deterent.
Eric glanced cautiously over his book at the sailors. A particularly burly sailor gave him a penetrating stare followed by a wink, and gestured with his head in the direction of the bathroom. Eric stood up slowly, and held his book in front of his nether regions. He made googley eyes in Burly's direction and made his way to the bathroom. Eric checked himself out in the mirror. He tucked a fly-away hair behind his ear and made a kissy face when he heard the door open. Burly stood in the doorway for a few seconds. Eric looked him up and could see a halfy in his tight white sailor pants. Burly glanced at Eric momentarily and groped his tight package. Eric reddened at the suggestive gesture and turned on the faucet. As he hurriedly washed his hands, Burly unzipped his fly and pulled out his thick meat. The sight sent electricity up Eric's pure body and he closed his eyes tight in an attempt to gather his thoughts. "This one is for the theachers that made passing allusions to my gaiety and all the kids who would push me in the gutter for wearing hot pink glitter stretch pants and a floral hat to gym class and for Daddy's beatings and for little Gruffy who was run over by nazi scum, leaving skid marks on his corpse saying 'faggot dogs must die!'"
He slipped off his payless sneakers and faced his master.
Burly licked his lips and grasped Eric's hip, pulling Eric toward him. As Burly moved his hands across Eric's tight tummy and down to his fly, Eric let out a quiet moan and was instantly filled with shame. His BVD's adhered to his now flacid member.
"I..." Eric began, eyes downcast.
"It's okay," Burly said, and patted his firm buttocks. "As long as you pleasure me now."
Eric looked Burly in the eye. "What is your name?" he asked. "Chad," he said. "Chad Sexington." Eric started to get on his knees. "I've never sucked on a weiner before, Mr. Sexington." Burly unzipped his sailor pants and his wang flopped out. He pulled Eric's head to his groin. "SUCK IT."
At the sight of Chad's half-floppy weiner, Eric immediately began choking on regurgitated stomach acid until a thin stream of puke projected upon Chad's manhood. His jewels began to melt into a puddle of gelatinated penis on the bathroom floor. Chad's chest began to swell into a fine pair of boobs and his groin grew a pair of quimnuts. Eric was strangely aroused by the scene, but nevertheless decided to exit and make his way to his Aunt Juicy's house of pancake fun.
fin.
how's that for porn?
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Ok I'm done bragging...
for now
Enjoy the cutie know as EVE