Perv
It was hard to listen to him. No one had ever called me perfect before. Never. Not one guy I'd ever been with. Not my mom, not even back when I was her "good little boy." And definitely not my dad, well, not when he was still around anyway.
It almost hurt to hear, so I told him to stop.
I should have known that he wouldn't listen.
Punk said it again, then again. He looked right at me and there was nothing but truth in those big brown eyes. Just another reason why I should have said no, even though he kept bothering me to say yes.
My stomach hurt, but I just blamed my lunch. Stupid fucking sandwich.
I told him again, stop. But even I could barely hear it. I couldn't feel my stomach anymore either. Not at all. All I could feel were his hands on me and his tongue in my mouth.
In the very back of my head a small voice told me this was a very bad idea. I wouldn't be any good for him. I just wouldn't. He'd be so much better off without me.
I tried to say those words too but I couldn't, not with his tongue in my mouth. And I guess that's what he wanted, the little shit. He kissed me deep and moaned. Then he whispered again, you're perfect, and brought his leg over mine to straddle me.
I thrust my hips up, hard, like I was already fucking him, and I thought to myself that he's not even close to perfect. Hell, he's not even fucking normal.
But he kissed pretty damn good.
Close to perfect actually, with a soft, wet tongue and fucking amazing lips. Yeah, he kissed pretty damn perfect.
Then he thrust back against me, so his hard cock pressed against mine. Fuck yeah. He did that pretty damn perfect too.
And when I grabbed his ass with my hands and squeezed, I remembered when we were on the Chief's bed and I spanked him. I spanked him hard, and he moaned, and I watched his ass turn beautiful colors. Yeah, that was perfect too.
Punk asked me what I was thinking about. I told him it was none of his business, and he whined. He bounced up and down a little and pouted. He was about to grumble when the radio in the cruiser came on.
A crackly voice said that a deputy was needed down on Jizz Street. Old Mrs. Cope was acting crazy again, complaining about loud sirens and naked boys when there were none.
I told Punk we ought to be getting back. The Chief was gonna be looking for his cruiser.
Punk just shook his head, all proud and shit, and told me not to worry because Chief Swan gave him the keys! Isn't he the best?
I glared and he frowned. "Oops!" he said.
Why the fuck didn't he tell me? I yelled. I was mad as hell at him for making me worry like that.
He shrugged and said oops again, and then he tried to kiss me. I pulled away and he said he just didn't understand. He got permission first, he did. Shouldn't he be rewarded for being good?
I glared and he got real quiet. I just let him sit for minute while I tried to figure out what I was gonna do. But it was real hard to think when I was so fucking horny.