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On the hips
The bus is packed, with only one seat left. “Get ya fat ass on there and ya gut out the way! We ain´t standing for this ride, bitches!”, with this declaration Jay – tries to - shove me onto a seat next to a pensioner and drapes himself over my. Flicking his alluring blond strains in my face, ranting about his latest fuck, scandalizing the man, with his hand gripping my tight. Until the driver hits the brakes hard and I instinctively garb him by the hips, holding him closer to mine. And if that doesn´t conjure very arousing different imaginations.
While jerking off
Jay is moaning in unison with the bimbo on tape, fapping determent, so focused he doesn´t notice that his legs are too wide spread, knee and leg pressed against mine. “Fuck yeah, like that!”, his skin against mine is burning. Lust transferred from him to me, I force myself not to look or touch, but staring at the screen is not what I desire. So I close my eyes and focus on my slender friend. The skinny leg, hot skin against me, the fucking moans going right to my dick! I stroke myself to the rhythm of that beautiful bastard.
Ass groping
“Aren´t you chubby enough already, motherfucker?”, Jay kicks a poor teenager’s backpack sitting on a bench. Mildly annoyed I eye my hotdog. Little shit is trying to make me feel bad over lunch! I intend to angrily glare up at the asshole but a swarm of giggling teenagers have separated us. Roling my eyes I continue eating when a lanky arm sweeps my trench to the side and stuffs itself into my back pocket. “You know how fucking gay that looks, right?” our eyes meet when I try to take the most provocative bite ever and he squeezes my ass.
massage
Jay nearly tores of my hoodie , which is a nice thought I will store away in my memory for when I am alone. While throwing it into a dusty corner he exclaims: “Need to have my muscle relaxed and going!” Then his hands drive into my shoulders, I fall into the sofa. It´s way to energetic and jerkily to be a relaxing massage. I feel myself exhaling because this moment needs to be enjoyed while it lasts. When his hands reach my neck I can´t help a sigh. I hope he never stops. I am liquid wax beneath him.
Drunk dancing
His fucking hair is shimmering in the multicolored lights of the club, he´s swinging his hips and then he looks at me. Mix between dancing and walking; he comes towards me, he´s a fucking wet dream and he knows it!” Ya want to buy some shots!” he´s screaming over the music; he swings his hips, grinds against my ass with his alluring hips when I turn on the barstool, doing what he asked me to. He will tell everyone that he´s dancing but his hand glide over my hips. Fuck he knows what he´s doing, his hands still on me.
Being carried (drunk)
“I´mm not th´fu´cking drink drunk” the blond mumbles while nearly falling down the stairs even tho he´s clasping onto the railing. If I haven´t picked him up he would have fallen right onto that pretty face. “Yýou don´t havet”, he glares up at me, all big eyes like a child. Not completely sober myself I scoop him up and he´s wrapping his arms around me like our monkey son. Growing again I feel not only his hot breath but his nose on my neck. That could be kisses or just drunk mumbling and snoring. Let´s just go home without questioning.
Cold
“Man when´s the fucking bus coming? I´m freezing my ass off here!” Jay´s breath hangs in the air like frozen cigarette smoke. And he´s shivering, not dressed for winter. “Fuck, give me a smoke!” he´s tugging on my trench before I can react , hands too cold and stiff for the basic things of live. Merciful I shove my fag between his lips, he puffs, inhales, shoves his hand into the pocket of my trench and steps towards me. “Fuck winter am I right, cocksucker?” His hand brushes against mine, then he gives in and we´re holding hands right now?
Stoned
“.. right?”, he looks at me like I´m salvation or whatever. I am the truth on the altar when he´s clinging to me when he´s stoned like that. I don´t know what Jay just said but he´s grinning and sliding of my shoulder. His arms are wrapped around mine and he stares up at me, slowly sling down. I grab him, press him against me and he laughs “But I´m right here, yeah?”, he giggles. I nod but it is automatic. Sure Jay is right with that smile, while he´s hugging me so tight. I am no love struck idiot!
Out of reality/who knows
I must have fallen asleep drunk and stoned or more likely on the fucking horse tranquilizer. Everything is wobbely, moving in curves like we´re stuck in jelly. I am definitely not a part of reality right now. I see the living room, I see the TV, the tapes we have to return to the tv store. And Jay´s fingers in my hair, slowly massaging my scalp. My face in Jay´s lap, that can´t be real. Nothing right now. Not the fingers on my head, not the soft whispers I can´t quiet make out. Thank the mushroom gods I fucking guesse?
In a wet dream
“Fuck fuck harder, yeah just”, he´s screaming, thrusting his hips up against me. Lovely golden curls spread on the pillow like a halo. His eyes are shut, his arms are pinned over his head. I use my second hand to press his way too delicate hips into the mattress. He´s so fucking gorgeous, tight and perfect
And I come into my pants like I´m thirteen again. Breathing hard, Jay having an orgasm still flickering in my imagination. I am so lost I will never find back if he isn´t a fucking signpost. I don´t want to anyway. I will stay