Jake and Me PartOn and Me PartOne



by

Dale10



It was my own fault, I suppose that I allowed Jake to lead

me down the path

to my own complete humiliation degradation and destruction.

After all he

had just turned eighteen and I was thirty-five. What made

me think he would

ever be interested in me to begin with? Well, I know the

answer. Lonely

middle aged gay guys who are in good shape, still prowl

dance clubs and bars

and malls and streets looking for that sweet young cute

"true love" that

will give their lives meaning. Reality goes right out the

window. And when

I said complete destruction, I was not exaggerating.



I'm an actor or was.I am nothing now but a fucked up

demented cum rag.

I was an actor, which means that I was poor. So I took

jobs at local urban

high schools directing high school plays and staging swing

choir numbers.

It brought in rent money and I got to hang around with cute

young kids,

which always was my weakness.



The first day at Central, I spotted Jake and he spotted

me. He was not

only one of the main soloists for the swing choir, but

obviously one of the

most popular boys in the school. A well built lanky moving

high spirited

boy who always had a gang hanging around him laughing at

his jokes. Girls





and boys alike seemed drawn to him, and he flung his arms

casually around

the shoulders of both sexes as he joked and played. He was

drop-dead

gorgeous. Not muscular, but well built.he played soccer,

I found out. He

had a modern lazy slouch to his walk and he looked good

enough to eat in his

kaki pants and layered tee shirt and sweater combinations.

He had a narrow

sensitive face with lips that permanently curled into a

sneer and showed

flashing, even white teeth. His hair looked uncombed and

sexy as hell.

Sometimes, he wore a necklace and other days he wore an

earring. He made

eye contact with me that first day, and I was putty in his

hands. He would

get my attention by asking stupid questions that would

bring snickers from

the some of the other boys. Jake knew at once I was gay,

and I couldn't

tell if his eye contact was telling me he was too.or just

that he was on

to me. I broke out in a cold sweat.



Each time I tried to stage the kids in couples

movements, he would

ask some question and put his hands on me, making me the

girl, asking me to

show him how to do a step. I could hear some of the guys

laughing, but I

could do nothing about it, I was already hypnotized by

Jake. The worst was

after I had shown him one step, he said, "Thanks.Teach"

and slapped me

casually on the ass. Everyone laughed. and I had to laugh

as well to cover

my embrarrassment and my excitement. I should have stopped

the whole thing





right there, and called him to account for his behavioralled him to account for his behavior,

but I was too

confused.



I was so happy when the bell rang, I almost fell into

the folding

chair next to me. But as the kids wandered out, talking,

laughing and

singing, and some of them did stop to thank me, Jake

walked over to me and

stood too close for comfort between my legs as I sat in the

chair to catch

my breath.



"Mr. G. I'm not so sure of some of the steps.do you

think you could

meet with me sometimes and give me some private help?"



"Eh.sure." I couldn't resist his killer smile and

flashing eyes. How

could a kid so young be in such fucking control?



"Is there a room we could meet in during a free

period or after

school?" I asked him. But he wasn�t having any of that.



"I'd rather do it in the evening when I can relax and

concentrate.

How about at your place?" He hooked his thumbs in the

pockets of his pants

and pulled them down low enough for some boxer underwear to

show.



"Oh, I don't think it would be right for a student to

come to my

apartment Jake." I was sweating so badly you could see the

rings under my

pits.



He smiled and ran one hand through his mop of unruly

hair. " I think

it would be just fine." Then he just stared me down.





I was dumbstruck. Did this kid want sex with me?

Was that it? What

was going on? My heart almost exploded out of my chest

when I dared to

think that maybe this punk kid really liked me, was

attracted to me a

thirty-five year old man. I was after all, in good shape.

I worked out, and

I was considered good looking if not drop-dead gorgeous

like Jake.



"Tell you what, Jake. Let me look at my schedule for

the week, and

maybe later we can work something out."



"How about tonight?" He winked. He actually winked.



"I.eh.I've got a date tonight, sorry." I lied.



"Break it! Give me your address. I'll be there at

six thirty so we

have lots of time."



"Jake I don't think this is a good idea."



"Maybe you think too much. Maybe you should just go

with the flow

more. Now give me your fucking address." He wasn't asking.

He was telling

me!



I sat there unable to move, stunned, shocked,

looking at this high

school boy who was eighteen but looked more sixteen. My

eyes went down over

his body and, Jesus Christ, he had a hard on. The front of

his pants was

tented out quite far, pushing he material straight at me.

He had a fucking

boner right in front of me.





"That happens sometimes." he laughed and thrust

his young

slender hips out toward me. "I'm really sorry, Mr. G. I'll

fuck some

freshman girl between classes and it will be better. "



"See here Jake, you can't talk this way to me.

Although I am not a

teacher, I am hired by the school."



'Look, I can't stand here all day. I gotta go.

Are you going to

give me your address or not?" One of his hands brushed

lightly over his

distended crotch and I saw the teenage prick jump in the

baggy pants. I was

hooked and we both knew it.



"Maybe it would be a good idea to meet just to

talk about this�to

sort out what exactly is going on." I stammered

something like that, I

don't even remember what, and grabbed a piece of paper and

a pen and

scribbled my address down. He took it form me, letting his

long slender

fingers brush my hand just long enough to make me really

uncomfortable.

Then, he stuffed the paper into his pants pocked and turned

and slouched

toward the door. At the door he turned once more to me.



"Oh yeah, make sure you have two hundred dollars

in twenties.

And Mr. G., you made a mistake. I will talk to you any

fucking way I want

to. See you tonight."



I swore I wouldn't open the door. I swore I

would go to a





movie so I would not be there. Then I got two hundred

dollars in twenties

from the bank, bought some beer and vodka and brandy and

mixer and snacks

from the store, rushed home and showered twice. I played

with my dick in

the shower and saw the beautiful high school student naked

in my mind's eye.

I'd heard he had a girlfriend, and he made a point of

talking about fucking

a girl, so was he gay or not? Did he like me? Was the

macho act just that?

Something to hide his affection, his attraction for me? Oh

myGod, how stupid

I was. I put on a tee shirt and pair of tight jeans, and

when the door bell

rang, I almost flew across the room, and then stood in

stark terror behind

the closed door. It rang again. I swallowed and opened the

door.



"Hi'ya Mr. G." he flashed me one of those

smiles and sailed

passed me into my apartment. "Cool place.good fuck pad."

He threw his

jacket on a chair. "Maybe I'll bring some chicks here to

fuck them when we

haven't got any place to crash"



"Like hell you will Jake.look we have to

talk."



He turned to look at me, and with one hand

scratched his right

pec through his tee shirt. "Ooooh.are you mad at me Mr.

G? Why are you

mad at me? I thought you liked me. " His fingers started

to pinch the

nipple through the tee shirt.





I knew I was in trouble and had better back

off. " I don't

dislike you, I think you are a fine young man."



He threw back his head and laughed. God he

was magnificent. "A

fine young man? That's not what you thought in Swing

Choir.when you were

looking at my dick all period and practically

drooling.everybody saw it.

Then you were thinking.what a tasty young hunk of teenage

boy cock."



I got scared then. " I think you ought to

leave Jake."



"Without you sucking my dick?" He gave me a

pout that got my

prick growing in my jeans. Why was my body doing this? He

saw my reaction

and laughed again. "Faggots suck dick so much better than

twats. You gotta

teach a cunt how to give a decent blow job.but faggots

already know."



"Jake, you are making me really

angry.and I won't let

you."



"You got any beer?" He kicked off his

shoes.and peeled

off his socks and I was hypnotized staring at his fine

arched athletic

teenage feet. " I asked you a question Mr. G. You got any

beer?"



"Eh.I think.eh.yeah.in the

fridge. " I couldnt

take my eyes off his feet.his smooth flesh going up

inside the cuffs of





his pants.



"Well, why the fuck don't you go get

me one?"



"I'll give him the beer and then

I'll tell him to

leave." I told myself in the kitchen getting my strength

and dignity back

in order. But when I came back, I saw that he had removed

his tee shirt.

His naked hairless torso.not muscular but tight and

teenagy, well formed

pecs with pink nickel sized nipples, flat stomach, sprouts

of thick armpit

hair, youthful srong teenage arms, destroyed me. I got a

terrible hardon

just standing there.



"It's too fucking hot in here, so I

thought I'd make

myself comfortable. Gimmee the beer and make yourself

comfortable too."



I handed him the beer. "I'm.I'm

fine."



"Mr. G.take off your tee shirt. I'm

only a kid and

you're making me feel embarrassed standing her with my tits

showing and you

all covered up like that. It's just not fair."



I could feel my lower lip

tremble. "Jake, I

don't know what you are doing or why. We need to talk this

out.we need to

communicate. I have no intention of doing anything sexual

with you. It

wouldn't be right."



He laughed long and hard then and

rubbed the cold beer





can over his chest.making his nipples stand up hard and

proud. "That's

almost exactly what Jenny Carson said to me at lunch today

just before I

shoved my dick in her mouth."



"Jake, you are obviously very popular

at school.you

have lots of friends and lots of opportunities for sex."



"Yeah. I got three cunts pregnant

last semester. "



I felt sick. "I can tell you are

very proud of that.

In that case, you don't need me."



He walked over to me. I could smell

soap and cologne

and boysweat. "Of course I don't need you. But you need

me. You need me

real bad." He put one hand on my face, and I could not

move. He stroked me

cheek and ran a finger over my lips. "You need me so bad,

there is nothing

you won't do for me. And I'm going to prove that to you."

He winked again

and made a kissy mouth at me. He reached down and pinched

one of my nipples

through my teen shirt. "Now take off the fucking shirt

before I get angry

and have to spank you."



I hadn't had sex with anyone in six

months�good sex in

almost a year. Do you know what it is like to be in the

control of an

eighteen year old high school senior? I peeled off the

teen shirt and stood

before him.





"Not bad for an old man." He whisperedispered.

"How big is

your dick.hard?"



I was lost in his eyes.I didn't know

where I was�who I

was. "Six and a half inches." I answered.



"Mine is nine." He smiled and held his

beer can up to my

lips. Is that what gave him his confidence.his big dick?

is that how it

worked? He put the beer can to my lips and I drank. Then

he drank from the

same can.never taking his eyes off me. Then he spit on

the lip of the can,

then he wiped the spit around the top with his tongue, then

he spit again

right into the can, then he held it up to my lips. Where

the fuck did he

learn all of this? I drank.tasting his spit and the

beer. He was only

about five foot ten and I was six foot two.but he was way

in control. He

tipped the beer can and let beer run down over my chest.

The dam inside of

me broke.



"Oh Jake, you are a very sexy young man,

and yes I do have

feelings for you. I had very strong feelings instantly for

you.I.I.have a kind of crush on you."



"Fuck man, what will my steady

girlfriend say about

that.and all the guys in swing choir?"



"Jake I hope to God you won't tell anyone

about this. It





could be very bad for both of us.or both of us."



He shook his head and his hair fell

over his forehead.

He looked like a little boy. "No,it could be very bad for

you. My father is

a cop."



I didn't say anything because I

didn't know what to

say. His laugh this time was that of a naughty little boy.

" I hate the

fucker!" He said. "Do you want to open my pants for me?"



Oh God help me, I did. I did want to

so badly. I was

transposed by sex. With shaking fingers I reached out to

his belt buckle.

"Twenty bucks." he said very sweetly. That hit me hard,

but I was too

gone to care.



"Sure, if that's what you want, I'll

pay you after the

sex, I promise."



His hand grabbed my wrist. It was

surprisingly strong.

"No Mr G. Twenty bucks.now .for the honor of opening

my pants." What

should I do. I was so close to his throbbing nine inch

teenage dick. I had

to see it. I had to taste it. Nothing else mattered. I

fished in my jeans

pocket.all the tighter because my dick was very hard too

and handed him a

twenty. He put it in his trouser pocket. "Ok.enjoy

yourself.open my

pants Mr. G." I did.even the act of unbuttoning his

pants and lowering





his zipper was more erotic than the wildest sex I had evethe wildest sex I had ever

had.obsession

does that to you. His loose casual trousers were so baggy,

they fell around

his ankles, showing me his beautiful legs, lightly haired,

and his boxer

shorts with an enormous tent where his hard dick poked out.

The front of

the boxers was all wet.



"I leak an awful lot. I'm always leaving

pecker tracks all

over the place." He was so golden and glorious, so young

and smooth and

sexual, I was out of my mind. I reached for his boxers,

brushed my hand

across his smooth tight tummy And slid my fingers into the

waistband.



"That will cost you another twenty.Mr. G."



"You are a fucking bastard Jake." I was

shaking so bad my

fingers made a drum sound on his flat stomach. I could feel

his prick hair

as it trailed up toward his belly button.



"Do you want to see my nine inch dripping

dick? If you do,

apologize for calling me a bad name and give me an extra

twenty as

punishment. That's forty bucks, Teach."



I handed him the forty, which he dropped onto

the floor with no

concern. I slipped the boxers down off his hips, he sucked

in his stomach,

and his fat beer can thick nine inch dick flopped up and

down in front of

me, spraying flecks of pre fuck everywhere. It was the most

beautiful dick I





had ever seen.a huge fucking dickhead all pink and with a

fat knob and

thick piss slit. A fleshy and fat stalk with blue veins

clearly visible.

Gigantic balls hanging low in a thick smooth, saggy sack.

They swung gently

with his breathing. Perfectly trimmed prick bush. It

wasthe dick of a God,

not of a teenage boy. I knew then, no matter what happend,

I would never

ever get over Jake. Never forget this magnificent slab of

teenage fuckmeat.

This work of art. This prizewinning boy pisser. The other

boys must be so

fucking jealous. I was so fucking jealous. I had a rather

normal six and a

half inch prick. This teenager had the fuckmeat of an

animal!



"Sorry, I'm leaking all over your rug. " he

laughed, stepping

out of his pants and his underwear. His big balls danced

and his dick

slapped up against his stomach but then hung heavy out from

his groin, too

big and thick to stand up straight. "I'm usually bigger,

but I fucked twice

and jerked off once already today."



"Oh my God, Jake.oh My God Jake." I said

over and

over.It's all I could say. He stood there with his hands

on his slender

hips. I could hardly swallow, I was so consumed by this

teenage fucktool.



"I bet you want to kiss it and suck it real

bad.huh Mr. G?

Don't you want to run your tongue over my big dripping

pisshead?"





"Yes Jake.I do. I really do. "



"That will cost you another forty bucks.I

hope you got

enough money. The evening is still young, and I got two

cunts doing my

homework for me, so I am free all night."



I was on my knees in front of Jake the eighteen year

old high school kid

who had captured my mind, my heart, and my lust. He had the

most perfect

dick I ever saw.(and I have seen none as beautiful since)

He stood there,

arrogant as hell, tightening his tummy so the prick would

dance and bounce

in front of me, drooling pre-fuck like a leaky faucet. His

pre-fuck was

cloudy and thick, almost like cum. Some of the fuck

splashed onto my chest

and neck. It stung my skin and almost sent me over the

edge. I handed him

the forty dollars. He chuckled and dropped it onto the

floor.



"Ok Mr. G. Now we've got a good understanding going. I

tell you what I

want, and you do it. And then you pay me for the honor of

doing what I want.

That sound pretty good to you?" He was not big

boned.except for his prick,

and his body looked like tha tof a sixteen year old. It

made my agony all

the greater. And when he laughed, which he did alot, and

flashed his even

white teeth, I was lost. But my eyes weren't on his teeth.

They were on his





fucking huge teenage prick and balls. I leaned in to licck

a dollop of pre

cum off his prick head, but he stepped back out of the way.



"I gave you the money.you said I could."



"I said you could kiss and lick my prick.my dick

juice will cost you

an extra twenty."



"Jake, I'm an actor.I don't have a lot of money,

that's why I help

out at the school. I can hardly pay my rent every

month.and."



"Look at all that sticky stringy fuck slime. I'll bet

you really want to

taste it, don�t you? Nice fresh teenage boy fucksnot? Does

it taste

different from when you suck some old fart's dick? I bet it

does.nice

juicy teeage boy pisser juice. You want it bad.don't

you?"



My shaking hand fished out another twenty which got

tossed lightly on

the pile, then Jake stepped close to me once again, and I

was in Heaven

smelling the ripe odor of his teen boy cock and balls. I

leaned in and put

my lips to his plumb sized dickhead, wanting to make this

moment

special.to remember it all my life. My lips touched his

dickhead. Prick

slop transferred from his piss hole to my lips. His dick

bounced and

slapped my nose and left a spray of pre-cum on my cheek. I

started to lick

the cockhead. It was the most delicious thing I ever

tasted.I lifted my





hands to take hold of the huge prick. Jake slapped my

hands away.



"Piggy mouth only Mr. G. " I began to lick down the

slimy shaft of

the teen cock. I traced a big blue boy vein with my tongue.

I buried my

face in his teenage prick hair. "I'm so happy, it's ok God

if I die now, "

I thought to myself, using my lips to gum the thick hard

prick stalk. Then I

leaned down and started to lick his gigantic shaved nuts.

The ball bag of a

teenage boy is so soft., so different from that of an older

man.Jake was

right, there is nothing like a teenager. The nuts were a

bit salty with

sweat. The flesh was like velvet. Suddenly he grabbed my

head by the ears

and shoved his dick deep into my mouth, butting my throat

and making me

choke.



"Come on Asswipe, I wanna fuck your facehole now." He

began to fuck

brutally in and out of my throat., yanking my head all the

way down to this

prickhair. I had never had a dick that big in my mouth

before.a nine inch

prick, and I doubted I could take it balls deep. Jake

never doubted me. He

knew damn well I could take it as deep as he wanted to go,

and he wanted to

go scrotum depth into my gullet. That meant that nine

inches of boy dick had

to pierce my throat. When he fucked a girl, she knew she

was fucked.she

could hardly walk afterwards. I can't claim his partners

ever really

enjoyed the feeling of sex with Jake.it always hurt too

damn much, but it





was exactly the fact that he didn't give a fuck abou give a fuck about

anyone's pleasure but

his own, that made him so damned attractive. All that

mattered was Jake's

dick having pleasure.



He lifted one strong slender soccer player leg and

threw it over my

shoulder.so he could grind his prick even deeper into my

throat. He

slammed my head against his crotch, and I thought I would

pass out from pain

and lack of air. His huge cock was imbedded way into my

throat., and I

thought its girth must be ripping the skin. With one leg

over my shoulder

and across my back, he rode me like that, fucking deep into

my face. My face

had become a cunt for this randy teenage boy to fuck. I

was just a fuck

hole for him. "Come on you fucking faggot, suck

dick.take that big teen

prick you cocksucking pig you.you piece of homo shit."



That was how I received my first load of Jake

Jism.sprayed down my

throat.scalding, strong, salty, his fat teen pisser

throbbing and gushing

a huge load of stud scum into me. Finally when the teen

prick stopped

spurting and he released me from the hold of his strong

smooth leg, I fell

back onto the carpet.some cum dripping from my lips.



"Whew, you are a way kewl facefuck Mr. G. Wait until I

tell the guys at

school."



"Jake, listen to me, you must never tell anyone what we

have done. Do you

understand?"





He smiled and scratched one hunky ass cheek. "We'll

see."



"No Jake.not we'll see.not a soul. I am serious

about this."



He pouted and shook his darling head at me. "Ooohhh Mr.



G. is

serious.serious with boy spooge dripping down his chin.

Get your faggot

ass up here and clean off my dick. Don't you know the

first rule of cunt

service.after the sex, the cunt cleans the cock with her

filthy sow

mouth."

"Jake, where did you ever learn at such a young age to

be so cruel.so

heartless?"



"Just a natural talent, I guess.now come on.clean

off Mr. Dick. " I

lovingly licked the flaccid cum covered teenage cock clean,

wondering about

the school girls who had been fucked by that dick. I

wondered if they knew

how lucky they were. If I had been a young school girl, I

would have done

anything to keep Jake as my boyfriend, absolutely

anything! When his dick

was clean, he flopped back on the couch and sat there, legs

spread wide,

toes curling and uncurling, scratching his pec and smiling.



"Get me another beer will you?"



"Jake, maybe you should go home now."



"Oh sure, you selfish fucker.you have your fun and

then want to throw





me out. What about my feelings?"



"I sucked your cock.you had."



"You had the extreme pleasure of taking the most

beautiful dick in the

world down your sow gullet. You had the pleasure of

worshipping a young

teenage God. Now I want some fun. I want to play. First go

get me a beer.

Oh take off your pants first. "



I wanted to throw him out on his ass, but something

about the way he

said he wanted to "play" made my dick jump in my jeans and

squirt another

jolt of pre fuck. I quickly peeled off my jeans and stood

naked in front of

the kid. Like I said, I have a nice body and am proud of

it.



"You're right, Mr. G. That is a pretty pathetic little

dick you've got

there, isn't it?"



I tried to regain some pride. "It's six and a half

inches Jake, larger

than average. "



He did laugh then. "Ha.pencil prick. No wonder you

became a

faggot.you couldn't even fuck a chick with that

dick.she'd never even

feel it. Is it in yet Honey?"



My dick was harder than it had ever been. "Yes, well

not everyone is

hung like you Jake. "





He spread his legs wider and patted his flaccid prick

and huge saggy

balls. "Damn straight.now crawl into the kitchen and get

me a beer."



I must have intentionally missed the key word in that

last sentence,

for I turned and started to walk out of the room. His voice

became harsh and

sharp. "CRAWL, MOTHERFUCKER."



I turned to face him.trying to look dignified with my

six and a half

inch throbbing hard on all red and drooling. "I will not

crawl for anyone,

Jake. You may be the most handsome teen I have ever seen,

and I may have a

stupid crazy crush on you.I admit that.I admit that I

have lost my

senses.but I have never crawled for anyone, and I will

not do it now."



He never said a word. He didn't have to. He lifted one

leg and bent the

knee, putting his sexy big naked teenage foot up on the

couch. This spread

him wide enough for me to see up his ass crack and I saw

his perfect pink

asshole, all crinkled and tight and beautiful. He started

to play with his

dick and it grew hard again in an instant. With his other

hand he pulled at

his nipples until they were hard as little stones. He

sucked in his bottom

lip and chewed on it and looked at me that way, batting his

rather large

eyelashes.



I felt sick to my stomach, and my legs lost their

strength. I wanted to





laugh and cry at the same time. My head felt light and my

body was covered

with a cold sweat. It was like coming down with some kind

of instantaneous

flu. My dick was so hard the skin felt like ripping and

it itched

terribly. I needed this young punk's cock.I needed his ass

like I had never

needed anything in my whole entire life. I blinked the

sweat or tears from

my eyes, looked around.and found myself on my knees. How

could I let

anyone do this to me? A boy! How could I demean myself in

this way. On

hands and knees I crawled into the kitchen for the beer. I

know ou no longer

have any sympathy for me or my plight. You think me

disgusting. Well, all I

can say is, you didn�t know Jake.



Crawling back into the living room, I noticed two

things. One, I was

breathing through my mouth, my lower jaw hanging slack,

like I was some kind

of village idiot or something. Second, Jake was no longer

on the couch. Then

I felt his weight on my back, as he sat naked on me.like

a rider on a

horse. "Put the beer down Mr. G., and ride me around the

room" Here I was,

a naked man in his mid-thirties, naked on my hands and

knees in my own

living room with a bare assed eighteen year old kid sitting

on me, wanting

to ride me like a horse. I could feel his balls and prick

on my back.



"Look Jake, I don't want to." He slapped my ass

hard and dug one

foot into my rips.





"Come on, be a good horsey.giddyup.� I crawleawled

around my living

with this naked teenage boy on my back. For ten minutes I

crawled, until I

fell to the floor in exhaustion and Jake stood up and

fetched his beer.

"You make a shitty horse.no stamina. You're going to

need to work on

that. "



I lifted my sweat slick head. "For what?'



He stood over me and poured some beer on me. "For the

future. So I can

get a decent ride in the future. Cripes are you stupid."



The future.I hadn't even thought of the future. But

he had. "Oh,

tomorrow by the way, get me a set of keys to this pace, so

I can come and go

as I please. And we'll have to put some kind of sign on

the door, so if I

am fucking some chick here, you know to stay away until I

am finished.

Unless of course I allow you to watch. He stood there

legs spread on his

big teen feet, flaccid prick swinging over a low hanging

ball bag, tight

stomach, well shaped boy pecs with beautiful nipples,

shoulders straight,

head back, slugging down the beer. I almost came just

looking at him. He

raised one arm and sniffed his armpit.



"Whew.my pits really stink, its so damn warm in here.

You better lick

them clean for me, don't you think, Mr. G.?"



You should have heard the voice in my skull right

then."Oh God





yes.God yes, let me lick your armpits Jake.let me suck

the boy sweat from

your pit bushes, and taste the foul bitter taste of teenage

armpit. Cover my

face with your pit stink so when you go home, I still can

smell you." I

know now, I am a real sicko, but I didn�t know it then. I

crawled to the

couch to lick his armpits. It cost me ten bucks for each

pit, well worth

it when you consider the price of cocktails in a classy

bar. I sucked and

licked his armpits for fifteen minutes and never would have

stopped if he

hadn't pushed my head back. "I gotta piss, " he said

rising and walking in

that casual way he had toward the bathroom, his ass globes

hypnotizing me as

they kind of rolled with each step. He had well muscled,

smooth skinned ass

cheeks with a deep crack. "Come on." I crawled

after him.I

actually crawled after him. Have any of you ever done

something so demeaning.so disgusting. I crawled

after a teenage boy going to take a piss.



�You�ll want to bring some money,� he said with a smile,

his fat dick swinging.