A group of chats

[The conversants may be of any ages the reader wishes to imagine.]

* * *

“I’ll pass my gism to you. Question is, which orifice?”

With a grin, “Both, silly. Either one now, the other when you are ready. I’m ecumenical that way. Think of your first donation as a tithe, your next as an offering.”

“To you?”

“To the godly principle of love.”

“And as receiver, you are what?”

“The god’s high priest.”

“You sure are uppity.”

“He’s uppity-er. Now fuck me. Or risk his ire.”

* * *

“I miss his attention.”

“Me, too.”

“He said my ass was a good cock holder.”

“Said something like that to me, too.”

“I know. Heard him, and you.”

“Make you jealous?”

No, proud like a brother should be.”

* * *

“Are you gay?”

“Not yet.”

“Want to be?”

“Not sure.”

“Want to find out?”

“Maybe.”

“Is that why you look at me the way you do?”

“Your tight cut-offs show a lot of junk.”

“When’s your mom coming back?”

“You ought to know. Didn’t she tell you when she called you to baby-sit me?”

“Said something about five or six.”

“Two hours from now at least.”

“Get naked.”

“It’s ped-time?”

“Why not? You look ready.”

“You didn’t think so last week.”

“Your tongue wasn’t hanging out then.”

“You weren’t wearing those cut-offs.”

“Wanna feel it, don’t you,” wasn’t a question.

“A little.”

“Keep that up and you’ll make it grow.”

“Like now, yeah.”

“Grope lower, my nuts. Gently, you dope.”

“Feels like ripe plums. Are they purple?”

“Pink. Wanna see?”

“Both, and your pecker.”

“Well, get naked like I told you.”

A pair of sideways grins.

* * *

“I wish concealment.”

“Of what?”

“This.”

“Where?”

“In your butt.”

“Why?”

“No one will see it there.”

“Oh. You’re logical.”

“Yes, I am. Now you infer the next step.”

“I lose my pants?”

“That’s indeed logical.”

“Wait a minute.”

“Why?

“Why do you want concealment in me?”

“Other are after this.”

“Gosh, I can see why.”

“Want me to take it to someone else?”

“Nope. You take off everything first.”

“Me?”

“You. Then me.”

“All right. Here goes.”

“Ohmigod, you’re really a man like everywhere.”

“It’s your turn.”

“OK, this is me. I’m just a boy.”

“Hardly.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are…perfect.”

“Because?”

“Because, if you can conceal this, then no one else can see it, and no one else can have it. Just you. A lot.”

“Well, damn.”

“Are you supposed to say words like that?”

“No, but I had to.”

“You had to…?”

“It’s so…”

“So what?”

“…I don’t know.”

“Don’t you want to know?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I’ll show you. You’ll know.”

“Umm, it does look like it’s about to cry.”

“Yep, it’s pretty desperate. That’s a tear on the tip.”

“What’s that noise outside?”

“One of the others, looking for me.”

“Damn!”

“Keep stalling that way and I’ll have to go. My situation’s urgent.”

“Let me make sure.”

“Be quick. I’m not kidding.”

“I love your deep voice.”

“You little brat. I should…”

“You should pull out my plug and get inside fast.”

“Jeeze, you are ready.”

“Ooh. Oh. Right there. Ahh.”

“Be still. Hide your head under that pillow. I’ll pull the covers up. Shh…be quiet, too.”

“Go slow. Real slow. Slower.”

“Like this?”

“Mmmm…”