Chapter 5
no pool table
i'll let you guess.
he came in after how long was it? struting his sexyiness to the world right in front of my 5 years abstinant body. It didn't help that he was wearing tight black pants or that it was pouring.
at least there wasn't a pool table.
'Do you remember Kent?' he asked me.
'being shoved out the door?' i said. 'yea, i remember.'
'not that.' he told me...'the fuck.'
i had no clue what he was getting at but somehow i knew it wasn't good.
he bent down close to me and whispered in my ear ' i know who you are 'superman' and i think its a lie.'
'what do you mean?' i asked.
he straightened up. ' a superman wouldn't let a horny billionaire do all the work would he?'
whats this? resentment?
he shook his head.
'Is it hard for you to be gay Kent? or are you even?'
gay? where was this leading.
before i could respond he took his mouth deep into mine and practically swallowed my face. he started sucking on my neck and his hands drifted to my pants, unzipping and i 'rose' to the occasion as his hand began to glide, up and down, up and down.
i sat there spellbound and shocked as he continued, unable to process it. It was too good to be true and too stupid to understand.
i came slowly but he didn't stop and i could feel him hard aginst my leg. as soon as i came he stood up, erection and all and simply left the building without a word.
i didn't get it.
didn't know what the fuck he'd been smoking,
but that sure as hell felt good.
it was til later when i got home and checked my messages that i understood...
'kent, you're too good. that was a little relief on you since you carry the weight of the world. i warn you, things like that'll cost you. keep your eyes open superman."
he played my dick for a good laugh and was going to use it against me. the dirty son of a bitch.
no pool table
i'll let you guess.
he came in after how long was it? struting his sexyiness to the world right in front of my 5 years abstinant body. It didn't help that he was wearing tight black pants or that it was pouring.
at least there wasn't a pool table.
'Do you remember Kent?' he asked me.
'being shoved out the door?' i said. 'yea, i remember.'
'not that.' he told me...'the fuck.'
i had no clue what he was getting at but somehow i knew it wasn't good.
he bent down close to me and whispered in my ear ' i know who you are 'superman' and i think its a lie.'
'what do you mean?' i asked.
he straightened up. ' a superman wouldn't let a horny billionaire do all the work would he?'
whats this? resentment?
he shook his head.
'Is it hard for you to be gay Kent? or are you even?'
gay? where was this leading.
before i could respond he took his mouth deep into mine and practically swallowed my face. he started sucking on my neck and his hands drifted to my pants, unzipping and i 'rose' to the occasion as his hand began to glide, up and down, up and down.
i sat there spellbound and shocked as he continued, unable to process it. It was too good to be true and too stupid to understand.
i came slowly but he didn't stop and i could feel him hard aginst my leg. as soon as i came he stood up, erection and all and simply left the building without a word.
i didn't get it.
didn't know what the fuck he'd been smoking,
but that sure as hell felt good.
it was til later when i got home and checked my messages that i understood...
'kent, you're too good. that was a little relief on you since you carry the weight of the world. i warn you, things like that'll cost you. keep your eyes open superman."
he played my dick for a good laugh and was going to use it against me. the dirty son of a bitch.