Exchanges

PREFACE

Admonished – nay, maligned – for my magnanimity with words, my long, generous, sometimes run-on sentences, my over-wrought use of descriptive adjectives, be-curlicued baroque plots, and nose-up classical allusions, I do penance with the exchanges below. They have been pared of everything excessive, even quotation marks. Bare, with butts the same, they lie before you spread out, ready to be taken (in).

I.

He wants to knuckle me.

Again?

Uh-huh.

Did you mind it before?

Sorta. Felt funny.

Ha-Ha?

No. You know, funny-squirmy – like in my butt, my balls, my dick – you doofus.

Did he touch them?

Nope. Just felt me inside. You know, around, and sort of back and forth.

Like it?

He sure did.

You?

Got better the more he did it.

Can I try it?

That’s why I’m face down on your bed with my butt bare.

Oh. Wanted to make sure.

Well, get on with it. Make me squirm.

Ah, so he wasn’t doing all the squirming?

Hey, not all at once!

How’s this?

One knuckle ’til I get used to it. That way. Now just roll it like in a circle.

Tight little thing you’ve got there, your happy place. Is this good?

A little more, please. Ouch! I didn’t mean deeper. I meant turn your knuckle. Rotate it..like a dial.

Say, pretty please.

Do I have to? Never mind. Just. Ooooh. That’s it.

Okay now? Next knuckle?

Go ahead. Mmmm. Real gentle-like. Mmmmm.

If you keep grabbing at me that way, I’ll have to…

…Do what?

This.

Ow! WOW! What are you playing with?

Going nuts are you? Spread your legs. I want to see your balls all drawn up.

Yeek! I’m gonna pee.

No, you’re not. You’re gonna…

…Get squirmy! Ohmigosh. Ohmigosh. Ohhh…

Want me to take it out?

Not yet.

When?

Never.

II.

Have you been naughty again?

No, sir.

Why are you hanging your little pumpkin head like that?

’Cause I’m telling a fib.

Thought so.

You told me to be like George Washington.

I did. Always tell the truth.

I won’t be punished?

Not as much.

You’ll go easy on me, then?

OK, I won’t tie your wrists.

And?

And I won’t hobble your ankles.

What about my balls?

I won’t squeeze them – too hard.

Sounds good. I’ll bend over.

Don’t you let that pop out, no matter how good it feels – me swatting you and cracking your nuts.

But…

No butt except yours. That’s a promise.

Sir, you’re so romantic.

Even when you get smacked on your plug?

It’s making me hot. Harder.

You’re telling me what to do?

Just asking.

Twerp! For that, take this with my flogger. Right..on..your..target.

My cocklet’s so hard!

Yeah, and your balls are soft as lychees. They gonna gimme their juice?

I was really bad.

In that case, out with the plug – you need a larger one anyway – and in with ME!

Pound the badness out of me. Pound me! Grind some. Yeaaah. Like that.

You came.

You did, too. Made me all squishy.

Now you’re being romantic.

I know. Makes me think naughty thoughts.

I’ll get my alligator clips, your leather harness, the big ball-gag, electro-plug, and mustard lube.

My spiral ball stretcher, too, I hope. And that black hood that sort of chokes me.

There you go, making demands. I’ll have to punish you for that.

 Will you call my Mom and tell her I’ll be late for supper?

She knew that when she asked me to pick you up from school. Your plate will be waiting in the fridge.

You guys think of everything. I feel so loved.

You are.

III.

BJ?

Not after your last one.

JO?

I can handle that for myself. How ’bout a BF?

You want me to be your boyfriend?

Stands for bony fuck. As in you and your scrawny ass.

Look, I’m hard.

Ready? Lean over.

How much are you gonna pay?

For a piece of chicken like you? Not much.

The Colonel paid a lot.

Fried your butt, did he? Anyway, that was before you served as towel boy for the football team.

Oh. You heard about that?

And how the winning team in last week’s game caught you in their locker room and screwed you until their bus driver called time.

Oh. Well, what could I do? Eleven crotch-wet jockstraps over my head – and they could pretty much do anything they wanted. It was wonderful.

Did they pay?

No, but they gave me their URL.

And you expect money from me?

I’ll earn it. My butt’s really good now and big enough for your banger.

Oh, really? Tell you what: If you’re tight enough to get me off, I’ll give you what’s in my wallet.

I’ll strip.

God, you’re so skinny!

Means you can get in up to my navel.

We’ll see about that. Over the ottoman there.  You’re going to get fucked so hard…

…That it’ll make my new front teeth come in faster?

Did it for me back when I was your age. My coach was sure. And my teeth soon poked through.

Goody. I can get back to giving BJs. Oooof!

You’re better’n I thought. I’m liking this. About fifteen minutes ought to be enough if I fuck real fast and deep on every stroke. Going to try to light a spark, set your ass on fire. Burn you up! And like this, put out the flames with my sprinkler system. Ugh. Ugh! Unnnggghh!

There’s no money in your wallet. Only..this..American..Express..card. Wow, thanks. I won’t leave home without it. Don’t see me out.

Huh?

Bye.

Several excellent words and phrases were supplied by that ever-helpful gent, MCVT.

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