Game Boy Part 1 - Sex Stories

Game Boy Part 1

... no way he was going to "take it up the butt from some old geezer". "I don't want to do that to you," I chuckled back. "I don't suppose the game is worth that much to you! I just want to... well... I have a very specific fetish." "A fetish?" he asked, looking like this was maybe getting too involved to be worth a Sunday spent playing a game. "It's not a horrible fetish," I reassured him with a smile, glancing around to make sure that the shoppers walking past us weren't paying attention to us. "It certainly won't involve any discomfort or... er... unpleasantness for you." "I'm not gay," he snapped. I nodded back. "I don't remember suggesting I thought you were." I suddenly wondered if he worked in Boots on Saturday mornings: I'd noticed that the lads who were shelf-stacking in there wore white shirts and black trousers as part of their standard dress code. He didn't have a name badge on but maybe he left that in his locker at the back of the store. He looked intrigued but cautious about what it was I was asking of him. "I'm gonna need you to be more specific," he said. "I mean, I could probably order the game on eBay for cheaper, so it's not like it's a big deal." "I'm sure you could," I replied, "and it's not a big deal for me either. But if I'm doing you a favour, it would be entirely reasonable for you to do one back for me." He nodded slowly. "Yeah... of course... give and take and all that. I just need to know what it is I'm letting myself in for..." "Without wanting to ...

... offend you... if I buy you the game, I'd like to... well... I'd like to lick your bum in return." I smiled at him pleasantly, trying to look as casual as I could given the intimate nature of what I'd just asked of him. "Lick my bum?" he asked, looking surprised and confused. "You mean you want lick my backside... my actual arse?" I couldn't see how the word bum could mean anything other than an actual arse, but I nodded and said, "Only if you're willing to let me, of course." "What, like, actually lick it?" he went on. "With my trousers and pants pulled down?" "That's right," I agreed. "You'd just have to stand there and let me. It wouldn't be too onerous and I probably wouldn't need too long." "Are you some kind of creep or something?" he asked me with obvious disdain. "Not really," I replied cheerfully. "Just a guy who's willing to buy computer games for young lads who've forgotten their ID cards, and who also happens to have a thing for licking the same young lads' bums." "My actual bum, though?" he clarified, like there could be any other part of him I was getting it confused for. "I mean... you know... the thing I shit through?" "That's the spot," I grinned. "Just below your back and right at the top of your legs." "And I'd just have to stand there?" he asked again, with people around us getting on with their shopping oblivious to the sort of conversation they were walking right past. "Look," I said, "there's a coffee shop opposite. I could buy you a drink and we could ...