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CONNECTED
My day started out fine. Woke up, and felt fine. I checked my email, checked my mail, then took a shower. It was just another normal Saturday, and things were going o.k. Jason was still asleep, and looked like he'd never wake up, maybe that was because of last night. We had a good night, sex, drinking, partying, and all the works. You know, the usual. We were starting to have deep feelings for each other, and we both understood where we wanted to go with our relationship. We kept a pretty low profile, as far as people knowing we were together, and we liked it the way it was. He would stay over, since I lived alone, and he still lived with his mommy and daddy. He was 18, and I was 21, and things were just right. I was his man and he was mine. We had always been atheletic, and we didn't EVEN appear to look like two fags.
I went into the room where he lay, and I stared at him for a few minutes, admiring the beauty that he'd been accidentally given 18 year ago during a night much like the nights we spent together. You know what I mean. He looked just as good asleep as he did awake. He liked to sleep in his underwear, and to me, that was sexy. Very sexy. I found myself staring at him for moments longer than I thought I would, just watching as his body moved as he adjusted himself in the waking moments of ones sleep. He all of a sudden opened his eyes, and he smiled at me, and I laughed, and went over and sat on the bed with him. I asked him what he wanted to do that day, and he...he told me with action.
He pulled my head down, and gave me a wet boy kiss. He slithered his warm tongue into my mouth, sending me his luscious vibes of sex driven horniness. He inched his body up, and put his arms around me, as if to welcome me into his bed. We were hot-n-heavy at that moment, and we started doing a tongue match, seeing who was the strongest, and he of course, won me over with his long, nice, tasty, warm, slithery, manly tongue. It was a connection that I couldn't express. He gave me all his juice, saliva, and morning raunch. I loved it, and he loved giving it to me. I had a piece of gum in my mouth, and I sensed that the flavor would be short lived, so I gave the gum to him so he could savor the rest of the flavor. I thought we were done when he grabbed me and pushed me onto my back and he told me to just lay there and enjoy. He jumped up onto the bed, peeled his underwear just below his ass, and he crawled up onto my face, and sat on my face, and letting out a fart, ordered me to clean him.
I was in rapture. Having his manly boy ass on my face, sliding around, dirty from the previous day, raunchy and dank, and all good. He moaned and groaned and grunted and farted some more, and as the intoxicating fumes entered my being, all I could think of was getting more. I mawled his ass with my tongue and slirped up every gob of raunch that I could scrape off with my face and mouth. I was so horny by that moment that I began to thrust my body into convulsions and I began to act as if I had animalistic characteristics about me. He looked at me, laughed and farted again for yet the third time. My dick was near his ass, but before he lent his ass to me, he offered his head for some pleasure for the time being. He licked the head of my throbing man cock, and he took some precum from his mouth, mixed with some of his saliva and made stringy things with it and licked them from his hands. He spat the cum back into my face, and then once again, hungry for juice, he slirped up the yummy pre-cum-n-saliva from my face. He went down to work on my cock, and I grabbed his head, and started face fucking him like there was no tomorrow. He made arousing noises while being face fucked and whimpered like he was a puppy. That only made me drive into him even more, giving me animal like instincts to tear his throat apart with my tool. He managed to break free from the momentary bondage that I cast onto him, and he surrendered yet another part of himself to me, his ass.
I dove into that piece of meat so hard that I heard something rip, and he let out such a loud scream, I know the neighboors heard it. He started laughing though and he began talking dirty to me again, telling me how his throat felt, and how he wished there was another guy there to fuck his thraot while I fucked his ass. Just then, I had the idea to get the dildo that fad fallen on the other side of the bed from last night, and I picked it up, and rammed it into his mouth, and then went back to his ass, and I ordered him to fuck his own face with the magical didlo while I relentlessly tore his insides apart with my man meat. He cried, whimpered, laughed and bucked like a bull, all in one final scene as I screwed him up big time. I let lose with gushy creamy, warm, slimy, chunky, oozy, white, torrents of endless ropes of jism that tore its way through his used rectum. I pulled out, after being spent like hell, and juicy cream and bowel mucus n' butt slime fell onto the sheets. I laughed and ordered him to come lick it all up and he did. He looked at me, and smiled and we both agreed that we played the game well. See, it was of course all a game. It's the way we like it. Sometimes, he's the boss, and sometimes, I'm the employee. But this time, it was the opposite. He went into the bathroom to take a shower, and I laid back and dozed off.
The rest of the day went well, we went to Six Flags, and had a ball, we then went to a club that night, and made things happen all over again. He's the coolest. I love him, and he loves me.
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