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LanceHughes -> RE: Essential toys (6/3/2010 8:36:47 PM)
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You think I'm giving up my secrets? LOL! Actually, there are NO essential toys in my bag. Here's a definition that shows what I mean: Basic or indispensable; necessary: essential ingredients. See Synonyms at indispensable ... So, if I'm in the men's room at a fine restaurant, and the guy at the urinal next to mine licks his chops with eyes lowered, I might say <especially with no one else around> "What're you into, boy?" His response of "Spank me while I blow you, Sir," is enuf to get us both started, y'think? Off we go to the stall in the far corner. I sit on water-box (old, fine restaurant - I told you - pay attention!) He drops his drawers and bends to suck me. I grab my belt and "whack! whack!" over his back. He starts jerking off, and I kick his hand away, saying, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I want you to concentrate on me, boy. Just me. You are here to pleasure me. That just makes him suck more vigourously, saying "Yes, Sir" around my dick. I start to beat him harder, but in time to the piped-in music. It's classical, and has a beat <pun intended> leading to a crescendo. I cum as the music comes to it's crescendo <will the puns never stop?> I say, "You've been a good boy. Kneel on the stool cover and jerk off." I use my hand and tell him..... "I'll count down slowly. You come when I tell you, and not a stroke sooner. If you don't cum at zero, you get to go back to your table with a hard-on." This excites him, he starts panting more deeply than before, as I count.... "50,... 49,... 48,... " He's getting close, but I keep my pace, especially since the music has stopped for a bit..... <or has it?> 30,... 29,... 28,... I can tell he's going to lose it too soon, so I pick up my pace ever so slightly, hitting him faster..... 10,... 9,.... 8,.... 7,... He drops his dick, hoping to wait for zero, and I give him a really hard swat - so hard, it breaks his concentration...... He looks over his shoulder and says, "Sir?" I say, "You dropped your dick. That was to remind you that I told you to keep jerking." "Sorry, Sir." I continue, slowly as before, giving him a chance.... 10,... 9,.... 8,.... He grabs his dick and is jerking furiously, hoping that he can get back to it before the zero. He's dreading it, he's confused, he's getting hit..... "3,... 2,... 1,.... ZERO! CUM, you motherfucker! CUM!" He's jerking so fast I can't see his hand or dick. I slap his hand away and say, "Wash and get back to your table." He's almost in tears, but does what I tell him. I follow him out and see that he's dining with the wife of the Mayor - a gorgeous woman, dressed to the nines - and no one else. As soon as I recognize her, I recognize him - he's know as her best friend and rumors have swirled around them for the last few years. I turn to my dining companion, my out-gay-lover who is the first out-Senator in our State legislature and say, "When we get home and I've got you in bondage, I'll tell you a bed-time story." ------- Let's see how many THUDs that brings and I'll continue with my answer to the OP's question.
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