so how was everybody else's weekend?

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[disclaimer: if you're just some straight civilian passing through, this is probably not the post you wanna start with]

yet one more darkened, alien-yet-familiar valley apartment at 3 a.m.

after ducking under and stumbling over a seemingly-endless obstacle course of god-knows-what all the way down a black-hole hallway, i'm finally dragged into a bedroom, with the boy--terrified his straight roommate's gonna wake up and catch us--shushing me the whole way.

i quickly strip us down, dominating him because i get that's what he wants, my hands rough all over him as i guide his downward. i pull him in, open his mouth with mine and tongue his face and neck for a long, leisurely while before i push him down on the bed and, as a preliminary to the fucking, snail-trail my way down his torso and sniff, nuzzle, gnaw and suck him through his tighty-whities until they're soaked (they smell and taste like tide and warm boy; he's precumming through the cotton), then drag 'em outta the way with my teeth and let it snap into my mouth like it does when they're that age.

within a minute, he moans--louder than he intends, i'm sure--pushes my head away and says weakly, "no, please, i don't wanna come yet"--and then promptly does. after that first spurt, the rest is mine. i take my time, work my finger in and milk him dry, then lick the rest off his abs while he holds my head and shudders.

then he's all ashamed and apologizing, and i take him in my arms and reassure him. it's ok, baby, don't worry, i loved it.

and i did.

but you came all this way for nothing, he says.

and i just smile, because how could he possibly understand that, after a steady diet of sketched-out onliners who can't seem to nut no matter what i do to 'em, his honest, spontaneous orgasm was a rare gift?

besides, i'd have most likely faked mine anyway.