Game Boy Part 1 - Sex Stories

Game Boy Part 1

... settle things in a rather more civilised way than standing out here in the mall." He looked at it warily. "And then you'll buy me the game?" "Of course," I agreed. "But only after you've completed your side of the... er... transaction." === "Okay, so let's get this straight," he said after taking a mouthful of the latté I'd bought him. "You want to lick my arse?" I gestured for him to lower his voice after a couple of girls sitting off to my left swung their heads round to peer over at the two of us. "That's what you want to do, though, isn't it?" he asked in a more discreet whisper. "You want me to pull my trousers and pants down so you can crouch down behind me and lick my bare bum?" "Actually, initially I'd prefer it if you left your underwear pulled up," I told him. "What, so you can sniff the back of my boxers?" he queried with a certain amount of repulsion. "Well, yes," I smiled. "Or at least, that's what I'd like to do for starters." I made sure I emphasized 'for starters'. He hesitated for a minute and peered out of the window at people going into the HMV shop opposite. I was worried that he was thinking that maybe some other kind soul might buy him the game without attaching any strings to the favour they were doing for him. He stayed put, though, and looked back at me before asking, "So you don't care if I've got skidmarks or my butt-crack stinks or anything like that?" "Not at all," I chuckled. "It'll only serve to add zest to the experience!" "Jesus, you're a ...

... right fucking screw-up, aren't you?" he said with heavy revulsion, taking a swig from his coffee as if to wash away the unpleasant taste that having to talk to me had left in his mouth. I grinned at his insult – I'd been called much worse – and then told him, "I have a very specific fetish. It's quite fortunate for you, because you don't have to do anything except stand there with me crouching behind you." "And you really don't want to fuck my arse or anything like that?" Again the girls looked over and this time they giggled. They probably thought he was my rent boy for the afternoon. In a way I suppose he was. "I promise I won't ask for that. I won't ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with... er... what's your name, actually?" "Curtis," he said. I didn't believe him for a minute. "What's yours?" "Rob," I replied and I could see he didn't believe me either. "Look, Curtis," I went on, "I absolutely promise you that my only interest is to get my face stuck into your backside." I'd noticed he had a lovely pudgy butt when he'd turned his back to me to climb up on the tall stool he was now sitting on. It was round and meaty; a bit flabby but still solid and pert. Just the sort of arse I'd give my right arm to get my face stuck into; or if not my right arm, then at least the risk of being caught supplying age-restricted material to a potential minor. "Okay," he nodded, still looking sceptical. "So, you sniff my butt for a bit, then you pull my pants down and lick it... is ...