Perv
Jesus that was fast. My boy really is kinky. Before he can come all over me I cover him with my mouth again. He moans like we're the only ones in the house, and my mom isn't right downstairs somewhere.
His legs shake and before he falls I ease him down, so that he's sitting on the edge of the bed.
He smiles stupidly, then asks if we can do it again.
I say no fucking way, throw his clothes on his lap, and tell him to get dressed before my mom shows up.
Then I hear the door open.
Punk
The expressions that cross my beautiful man's face are comical. First his eyes pop, next he takes in the way I hold up my bound hands, and his eyes roll. Then he narrows them as he yells, "PASSWORD?"
The door, which had started to open, is pulled almost closed again.
His mom's voice is small and embarrassed, "Really, Jimmy? I thought you'd grown out of this."
Yanking the socks from my wrists, he motions for me to hurry, so I stretch out and play with my pubes for a while.
He dresses me roughly while his mom suggests incorrect passwords.