Lil Lennie 01 - Sex Stories

Lil Lennie 01

... find you, hmm? Or did you think that I didn't have the nerve to step inside of the club you manage, hmm, William?"

[That guy, William, seriously wishes he had locked the front doors of the Rickety Rail Tavern]

"(OMG) Lil Lennie, wait for it because everybody in town knows that I'm the floor manager here and by the way, you might be the only person to ever refer to this rickety old tavern as a club, especially since it's best known for the place where the Glass factory workers gather to unwind after a shift and by one last way, I'm not sure that stiff cotton factory uniforms qualify as clubwear, so?"

For the record, that was another win for me from that guy, William, because that was the most words in a row that he, he meaning that guy, William, ever said to me at one time.

"Oh, William, I waited for it and what I got for waiting was that you just checked me out and determined that not only did I finally fill out, I'm over dressed for your normal club, over dressed meaning way under dressed, but what I didn't get from waiting was a "hello" or a "you look nice" comment, so?"

"Well, keep waiting for it, Lil Lennie because to me, you'll always be the skinny kid that I used to whip smack on the backside with a wet towel, Lil Lennie, so?"

Backside? Seriously? That guy, William, just said backside? I mean, that guy William, took an elective class titled Wx5 (wet, wind, whip, whack, welt) to learn how to sting my booty with a towel like that and the best he can say ...

... two years later is "on my backside" then? I mean, in these modern times, they say "ass" on TV like all the time, am I right, folks? Backside, sheesh.

"Oh, I mean, William, I'm still waiting because some people in these modern times might have said it differently, like maybe a welt was wet towel whip smacked on my Boi booty on a weekly basis back in the day, so, I mean, just in keeping up with modern times and all, so?"

[Huh, that guy, William, is actually looking Lil Lennie in the eyes]

"(OMG) Lil Lennie, it's a good thing that you like to wait in line because wait for it, again, because you technically didn't have a Boi booty back then, the end, nail it shut with a hammer, turn the bolt tight with a wrench, seal the edge with wax, Ha-Zah!"

Well, technically, I mean, that guy, William the meathead, might have been technically correct, ahem, for once, I suppose, in theory and in practice, of course and I was too skinny to claim any shape, but, now, now that guy, William has a clap back? I mean, first that guy, William says "backside" and then he claps back with a legit technicality clap back? What the hell is this world coming too, hmm, folks?"

"I mean, William, that's still a win for me because the words "Boi booty" just rolled off your lips at the same time that we're gazing at each other directly in the eyes, so, listen, wait for it, William because my lips are only buzzling red today from my lip gloss and not your backhanded slap, so I still win! Also, I'm ...