Game Boy Part 1 - Sex Stories

Game Boy Part 1

... that it?" "Pretty much, yeah," I nodded, hoping he would soon agree to my suggestion. He didn't seem convinced and kept eyeing me suspiciously. He had fresh clear skin for someone who worked in a shop and probably spent the rest of his time playing computer games and eating takeaway pizzas. "You're definitely eighteen, aren't you?" I sought to clarify. I had a nagging feeling he might be recording our conversation on his iPhone so I was keen to establish that he really was of legal age. "'Course I am," he said. "I'm studying Politics at UWE." I wasn't sure what that was so I just nodded. University of something or other no doubt. "Okay," he continued. "So you've got my pants down and you're licking my butt... do you lick inside my crack or just around it?" "Inside your crack," I replied. "I'm pretty hairy between my cheeks back there," he pointed out, blushing slightly like it was something to be ashamed of. I smiled at him and took a sip of my Americano. "I'd be disappointed if you weren't, Curtis. I like a nice hairy behind." "Christ," he muttered and I could see him thinking, "What the fuck am I doing talking to this freak?" Instead he asked, "Will you actually lick my arsehole?" I nodded. "Of course." "Even if I didn't wipe properly? I mean, I'm not gonna swear I've left it squeaky clean!" "I don't mind about that, Curtis," I told him. "I'm sure it'll be very pleasant however I find it, and most probably I'll end up with my tongue deep up inside it." "Fuck me!" he ...

... exclaimed and then, realising that he could be misconstrued, added, "By that I just mean, wow... not... er... anything more!" We both sipped at our coffees before he asked, "And while you're doing all this sniffing and licking, you'll have your dick out and be wanking it off I suppose?" "That's the general idea," I nodded. "And I just stand there?" he sought to confirm. "I mean, I don't have to touch your knob or suck you off or anything like that?" "Of course not," I said. "I wouldn't want to be an imposition." "And you absolutely swear – one hundred per cent level – that you won't try to fuck me?" Again the girls looked over. Now they weren't giggling; they were whispering together and glancing over at the tall ginger-haired youth working behind the counter, as if discussing whether to inform him of our conversation. "I absolutely won't," I assured him. "But I'm very happy to bend over for you if you think you'd enjoy it." I rather liked the idea of being buggered by this young lad. I'd never been mounted by an eighteen-year-old before and the idea of squatting down to receive his impatient erection was most appealing. He was sturdy and tall, with the solid physique of a computer gamer, and it occurred to me that sex with him would likely be rapid and rough; full of the sort of frantic energy he would normally devote to a multiplayer game of Mortal Kombat. Curtis wasn't biting though. "I shag girls, not pervy old men," he told me bluntly. Pervy old men? I ask you! I'm not long ...