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Spit Bubble by Larkin 2017 all rights reserved.
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Spit Bubble
Spit Bubble by Larkin
I didn't even ask him his name. It all happened so fast.
He was sitting on his bike in Tompkins Square Park. "What's up." is always the opening line. We talked about pot. He was young and not especially pretty. He was a dirty boy with his long hair parted in the middle. He had a spray of adolescent pimples on his chin and a shark's tooth earring dangling from one ear.
I was fascinated, watching him make spit bubbles. He'd curl his tongue around a pool of saliva forming a bubble. If he was successful, he'd artfully blow it off his tongue. The spit bubble didn't float but just dropped slowly to the ground. Seeing me, he did it again for my pleasure.
When
he stood up, he looked off in the distance. I watched while he
scratched his ass. It took no time to lure him to Eddie's apartment.
He knew exactly what was up and it didn't seem to bother him in the
least. This is the city, after all.
He
sat on the couch, opened his pants and pushed them down. He lifted
his legs to pull them off over his beat-up old Nikes. When he did, I
looked. His hole was dark and hairless. After he pulled off his
shirt, he was naked except for his shoes and socks. His appearance
was rude and defiant.
He
lay back on the couch and carelessly spread his legs. He had a nice
set of big round balls and a long uncut cock with ample foreskin. All
of this was topped by early growth of sparse pubic hair. I got down
on my hands and knees between his teenage legs. I handled his cock
and sucked on it until it got good and stiff. When I was licking his
nuts I could smell his ass. It was ripe and slightly untidy. When I
was sucking his cock I looked into his unexpressive eyes. He stared
back at me like he couldn't give a shit.
While
I sucked, the kid dug his finger up his nose. He looked away from me
just long enough to study the snot on the end of his finger. Then he
rubbed it off on the arm of the couch. Casually, he looked back at me
sucking on his stiff cock.
The
blow job was good for both of us and was getting better. The kid
lifted one leg and pinned it way back with his arm, exposing his ass
to me. I just couldn't pass it up. I figured it was a valuable part
of the experience. I started by giving his scrotum a good lick, both
sides and underneath. Then I moved lower. His cocky untidiness was so
thrilling. It was tempting me to cum in my pants. I licked all around
his hole and then probed its interior with my tongue. The kid started
jacking off. He was grooving. He pulled up his other leg so that it
spread his ass open and wide. His asshole was expanding and
contracting. I studied all of its details, over and over with my
tongue. Licking out his ass was like worshipping an evil demon. I
pushed a spit covered finger up his dirty hole. Suddenly both his
legs landed back on the floor. He was standing over me. I looked up
and gob and goblets of white cum rained down on my face. I opened my
mouth. It was uncomplicated, rude and nasty and definitely worth
it.
A
few days later I ran into him again. It turns out his name was Phil.
I thought Phil was a stupid name for such and hot nasty punk. Phil
never smiled or changed his expression so it was hard to figure him
out. I suggested that we might be able to find some pot and, “By
the way, did you want to go somewhere and fuck around?”
He
frowned and said, "Look, I'm not no fag and I don't get fucked
up the ass, ok, so fuck off?"
I
laughed, but Phil was serious.
I
thought of saying, "Shit, if you like your asshole licked out so
much, then maybe you should try it."
But
I didn't. "No, no, you know, what we did last time and I don't
mind if you want to fuck me."
He
thought for a minute and it looked like he was checking me out. I'd
like to think that he figured that if he was going to fuck around
with a guy, he could do a lot worse and maybe I'd pay him
something?
"Oh
ok, that's cool, I can get into that....
He
looked quizzically at me. "You like getting fucked up the
ass?"
"Yeah,
it feels real good, and if it's the right person, it's awesome."
Phil shrugged his shoulders.
We
ended up back at Eddie's. He had been gone for weeks. I supposed that
he could show up at anytime. I like to imagine Eddie walking in when
some guy was in the middle of fucking my ass fast and hard. I really
wanted that to happen. I wanted to see the look on his face. I needed
Eddie to know that I am desirable even if it means that he would kick
my ass for being a whore.
Phil
stood in the middle of the room, hand down his pants, adjusting his
cock.. This time, I sat on the couch and Phil dropped his pants and
climbed up on me. He fucked me in my mouth. It seemed like he wasn't
interested in me at all, he was just interested in getting off. You
know what? I really like it that way just fine.
Standing
over me, he pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. I managed
to kick off my shoes and slide my pants down and off with Phil still
straddling me. He got off me long enough for me to slid down low in
the couch and raise my legs up high. Phil moved forward and let two
huge gobs of spit drop into his cupped hand. He applied the spit to
his hard dick and pushed my legs back further, then holding his cock
in one hand, he pushed it up my asshole. Then he leaned forward to
begin the real fuck. He had no choice, but to become intimate with
me. I looked straight into his animal eyes. I wrapped my arms around
him and breathed in the teenage scent from under his arms. In no
time, he was fucking me very hard. We were face to face and he was
grunting and growling and going for the deepest, it was chaotic. When
he gasped, I could smell his breath. It sure made my cock hard and I
wanted more. Finally, Phil started huffing in sync with long strokes
in and out of my ass. He pushed my legs back further so that my ass
rose up and he dropped in even deeper. Then I felt his cum flooding
me. His stiff cock had become suddenly slippery. This was followed by
a series of gratifying grunts and short thrusts that eventually
petered out.
He
lay on me and was still for a moment. When his cock slipped out of my
ass, he stood up,
unsure and swaying.
I rolled forward and began sucking his cock. This surprised Phil, but
I thought, fuck it. In less that a few minutes, he was gone. I
thought I could love Phil, because Phil would never love me, or
anyone for that matter.
The
next time I saw him. He was in the park with a short overweight girl
who looked pregnant. She had him by the arm and wouldn't let him
stray. He had the same impassive look on his face.
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