Strange boys part 10
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roxyArrrr! Bitten by another bunny! What the heck is wrong with me? My brains are too full of stuff! All this talk about underage prostitutes and badness and...
What? There's been no talk of underage prostitutes? Are you sure? *roxy wrinkle forehead in puzzlement* I could have sworn we were talking about teenage hustlers...Lex picking up a kid who looks like...come on now-- why would this cross my mind if--
it's not like I come up with this perverted stuff on my own, now.
*koff* Speaking of which, here's the next part of The Boys.*G*
Part nine is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
X
A few more days went by and Bruce still hadn’t made a move and Lex was at the point of thinking he’d blown it totally some how. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and watched glowing bits of ash float downwards.
“Ouch!”
“Mm, sorry,” Lex said and patted the neck bent before him. He sucked in a lungful of smoke and leaned back on his elbows against the iron railing that surrounded the garden shed. He blew it out slowly, puffing smoke rings into the air and tried to loose himself in the blowjob—Grant wasn't bad, but Bruce kept surfacing like an orca in his mind. He started to idly move his hips, pumping in and out of the guy’s mouth lazily when he heard a small clicking noise. He looked around; still moving his hips slowly he took a final drag and tossed the cigarette away. He heard a mumbled “Thanks,” and pulled Grant’s mouth back on him. “Shhh.” *What a blabbermouth, Christ!*. The noise came again. He looked around and down and then…some instinct told him, ‘look up.’
Crap! The giant freak was watching him from the garden shed roof …fuck!
That was so—fucking---hot!
He groaned and slid his dick in Grant’s mouth, a little faster-- a little deeper—he looked again and Bruce was jerking off, watching him and clinging to the steep slate roof like a gargoyle—Lex fought to keep his eyes open and locked on Bruce’s when he started to come, he was shooting down Grant’s throat and grabbing big handfuls of hair to keep him right where he wanted him—
Grant was choking on his come and trying to move back but Lex pumped hard—fucking his mouth and growling up at the spot where Bruce*had* been....
And then a hot finger touched him, slid down his cleft and right against his hole—he howled and as a last shock wave shot down his spine and punched him in the gut, he took a moment and hoped to God he didn’t kill Grant--places to bury the body flashed through his mind and then mercifully for Grant he let go and slid to his knees.
Grant looked at him in fear and awe. “Wow—was I that good?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Oh, please,” Lex snorted. “Get over yourself. I was imagining someone a lot better than you were.”
Grant stood scowling down at Lex, who was shimmying back into his pants. “I fucking hate you, you prissy fuckin’ bastard,” he hissed and turned on his heel.
“So, next Thursday, than?” Lex asked.
“Behind the tennis courts, you dick, don’t be late” came the reply. Lex laughed quietly and smoked two more cigarettes but Bruce didn’t come back.
TBC...love is a mnay splendored thing...
What? There's been no talk of underage prostitutes? Are you sure? *roxy wrinkle forehead in puzzlement* I could have sworn we were talking about teenage hustlers...Lex picking up a kid who looks like...come on now-- why would this cross my mind if--
it's not like I come up with this perverted stuff on my own, now.
*koff* Speaking of which, here's the next part of The Boys.*G*
Part nine is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
X
A few more days went by and Bruce still hadn’t made a move and Lex was at the point of thinking he’d blown it totally some how. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and watched glowing bits of ash float downwards.
“Ouch!”
“Mm, sorry,” Lex said and patted the neck bent before him. He sucked in a lungful of smoke and leaned back on his elbows against the iron railing that surrounded the garden shed. He blew it out slowly, puffing smoke rings into the air and tried to loose himself in the blowjob—Grant wasn't bad, but Bruce kept surfacing like an orca in his mind. He started to idly move his hips, pumping in and out of the guy’s mouth lazily when he heard a small clicking noise. He looked around; still moving his hips slowly he took a final drag and tossed the cigarette away. He heard a mumbled “Thanks,” and pulled Grant’s mouth back on him. “Shhh.” *What a blabbermouth, Christ!*. The noise came again. He looked around and down and then…some instinct told him, ‘look up.’
Crap! The giant freak was watching him from the garden shed roof …fuck!
That was so—fucking---hot!
He groaned and slid his dick in Grant’s mouth, a little faster-- a little deeper—he looked again and Bruce was jerking off, watching him and clinging to the steep slate roof like a gargoyle—Lex fought to keep his eyes open and locked on Bruce’s when he started to come, he was shooting down Grant’s throat and grabbing big handfuls of hair to keep him right where he wanted him—
Grant was choking on his come and trying to move back but Lex pumped hard—fucking his mouth and growling up at the spot where Bruce*had* been....
And then a hot finger touched him, slid down his cleft and right against his hole—he howled and as a last shock wave shot down his spine and punched him in the gut, he took a moment and hoped to God he didn’t kill Grant--places to bury the body flashed through his mind and then mercifully for Grant he let go and slid to his knees.
Grant looked at him in fear and awe. “Wow—was I that good?” he asked in a husky voice.
“Oh, please,” Lex snorted. “Get over yourself. I was imagining someone a lot better than you were.”
Grant stood scowling down at Lex, who was shimmying back into his pants. “I fucking hate you, you prissy fuckin’ bastard,” he hissed and turned on his heel.
“So, next Thursday, than?” Lex asked.
“Behind the tennis courts, you dick, don’t be late” came the reply. Lex laughed quietly and smoked two more cigarettes but Bruce didn’t come back.
TBC...love is a mnay splendored thing...
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4/26/05 04:30 am (UTC)Oh, you goddess you!!!
Have you any idea how much I love these two boys?
*sighs and wipes mouth*
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4/26/05 04:34 am (UTC)*kiss*
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4/26/05 04:48 am (UTC)*meekly*
I'll try harder, I pwomise!!!
MWAH!!
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4/26/05 04:56 am (UTC)Um, was that Grant's finger? I didn't think so. *g*
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4/26/05 05:44 am (UTC)Not Grant's finger. *G*
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4/26/05 02:10 pm (UTC)Now I want a T shirt that says "Not Grant's Finger"!
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4/26/05 12:47 pm (UTC)And...
Underage prostitues?
*contemplates*
Ummmmmm...okay.
:)
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4/26/05 03:59 pm (UTC)*dies ded*
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