Game Boy Part 1 - Sex Stories

Game Boy Part 1

... past forty! "Will you want me to wank off too?" he asked, apparently oblivious to the insult he'd just thrown me. "That's entirely up to you," I shrugged. "I'd like to see you masturbate – I'm sure it would make a very attractive sight – but my main interest is in rimming your butt." "Rimming my butt?" he asked, his face full of suspicion. "What will that involve?" He really didn't like any hint that I might want to have full anal with him. "Just licking it," I explained, "and getting my tongue up it. That's all." "Okay," he conceded. "But all this is pretty time-consuming. I mean, thanks for the coffee, but I reckon you should really pay for the game if you're expecting to do all this to me." I smiled. "That sounds like a fair deal." I'd been going to buy it for him anyway. I was thinking I'd chuck a fifty quid gift voucher into the bag as well, as long as he didn't view it as tantamount to prostitution. "But if I'm buying it for you," I went on, "I'd like to sniff the back of your work trousers as well, if that's okay. How long have you been wearing them?" "I dunno," he shrugged, blushing a little as if I was his mum scolding him for not doing his laundry often enough. "Maybe a few shifts." "A few months more like," I laughed. "I have a son your age and I know how infrequently he manages to get to the laundrette." "You have a son?" he exclaimed. Now he seemed genuinely shocked; far more shocked than he'd been outside of the shop when I'd told him what I'd like to do to him ...

... in exchange for buying the game. I nodded. "That's right. He's studying at Leeds." "But I assumed you were gay...?" I shook my head. "I wouldn't label myself as gay. I like sex with women but I just also happen to enjoy the smell and taste of other guys' butts." "No kidding," he muttered, before asking, "Okay, so where are we going to do this?" While he was downing the rest of his coffee I suggested, "What about in the toilets at the back of this cafe?" He looked over at the gents sign on one of the doorways in the far wall and nodded. "Good a place as any, I suppose." "It makes sense," I said. "We can get things over and done with, then go back to HMV for... er... payment for services rendered." I took a couple of last sips from my coffee which was far too bitter, and then the two of us got up and headed to the back of the shop. The two girls watched us heading towards the toilet and smirked at each other as if they knew what we were up to. They'd no doubt worked out he was trading his butt in return for some sort of recompense from me, but whether they'd deduced that my preferred currency was to get my mouth clamped onto the matted hair around his pucker was doubtful. They probably thought – from his noisy protestations about not wanting to be fucked – that he was going to bend over for me to wank myself off behind him, with me trying to imagine I was rogering his arse. I'd seen a lot of older guys do that behind young lads who would let them but I'd never really been able ...