Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2022 05:08:53 +0000 From: ^sharper Subject: YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 37 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ THE USUAL WARNINGS APPLY TO THIS TALE. PLEASE CONTACT sharper@inorbit.com IF YOU LIKE TO PRAISE OR MOAN. SEARCH NIFTY FOR sharper@inorbit.com or link www.bit.ly/2x8dXEV TO READ MORE ^sharp TALES. REMEMBER TO MAKE YOUR DONATION TO WWW.NIFTY.ORG !! HERE :: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 37 "Trim as a stoat," said Derek approvingly, grabbing my backside and squeezing it. The silk of my shorts made his hand feel soft as he patted me gently and smoothed his palm around for a feel of how my shorts filled with my buttocks. He located the waistband and felt inside, pressing his fingers into my crack, pushing my shorts down, and playing with my bottom, tickling the hair in my crack and stroking his fingertips across my anus. "You got one hairy arse you know that Jason?" My arsecrack is a bit hairy! "D'y'like that?" he added, handling me gently. I nestled my head against him. His body was soft like a pillow. "You must think I'm pretty gross," he said. "Do you?" "No," I said, "I like it." We stood like that for a bit, squeezing each other - a bit like we was going to slow dance to the last number. "... You gonna sort me out then?" I could feel his cock. It was thick inside his joggers and filled my hand. "Get my man out will ya." I squeezed his junk "That's nice. You like that. That's good. You like my big man. You like my big man, don't ya?" "Yeah," I said with a shy smile - as though admitting something I shouldn't have. "That's good. You gonna sort me out then?" "Yeah," I said. "Sure." "You sure? We'll get on with it then! We haven't got all fucking night!" So I pulled his joggers down at the front and found the waistband of his underpants. Then I pulled it all down so he was standing with it round his legs. When I grasped his cock he practically seized up he was so pleased and his face was really smooth, like relaxed. "There there, that's right. yeah keep that up. That's good. I like that." He kissed me as I wanked him gently; the foreskin was slippery over the grooved shaft, and the slit started leaking, and gradually my hands got sticky. "Good lad. Keep that ... Keep that up. Like that." I was wanking him and when he wasn't holding my head to kiss me I was looking at his cock. As it got bigger and harder I began to wonder how he wanted to cum, but he seemed to read my mind cause then he said, "Just bend down there and make it wet. Not too much, just make it wet." So I bent down and slobbered as much spit as I could over it, and although I couldn't quite tell what he wanted, I put the whole thing in my mouth and sucked like it was a lollypop. "You know what you want," he said. And all the while I was sucking him his hand was down my shorts - cause I wasn't kneeling down I was bending over and sucking him, yeah? "Oh that good. You like sucking on my man. You a good cocksucker. You a good cocksucker. Yes. You do know how to do that. You do know how to do that!" It felt good that I was doing it right for him. "Yeah. Now lick my balls. Nice and soft, yeah, that's it." His balls were covered in fine soft hair. "Go on, make yourself useful." He started to wank his cock, and pretty soon he came a couple of shots which hit my hair and, when I looked up, caught the second right in the face, painting thick cum on my forehead, eyes, and nose and cheeks. He grunted and then came some more into my open mouth and wiping his dick, the last little bit on my face. "Good job. That's well done. I like that. I like that. You are," he said, "a nice one to meet. Cause you please me. And that's good. You should do it more. You should please more people and they'll like you for it." He rubbed his cock on my chin and spread cum everywhere. It dripped down my neck. I was covered in it. "I'll try," I said, wiping my face and licking my hand. My other hand held on to his leg. He smiled. "You like that?" I nodded. I stood up. His cum tasted sugary and sweet at the same time. "You like the taste of that?" He pointed. "You missed a bit." I caught a bit more of his cum from my chin on the back of my hand and are it. "Thanks for that. You made my night." "No problem," I said. "You be careful now. Jason." "Yeah, I will." "There's a lot of unscrupulous people out there," he said, "they'll use you." "I know." "You know do you?" "Yeah," I said. "You think you know," he said. "People will attempt to hurt you so you SHOULD be careful. People don't care," he said, "so you have to be careful." I looked pretty dumb I guess. "You got a boyfriend?" "No Sir! I haven't?" "No? It's not that strange. A guy of your age usually has a boyfriend. Someone he's special to." "Well I haven't." "You haven't. Well well well. That's unusual. Don't you think you need someone?" "I hadn't thought about it," I lied. "Well perhaps you should think about it. These things matter. A boyfriend can protect you. You can protect each other. Care for each other. Plus ... You know: regular sex!" ('I'm not short of regular sex,' I thought.) "Have you got a regular boyfriend ... Derek?" I said. "Used to. But it didn't work out. And here I am again. You know how it is." "No." "No? No I don't suppose you do." I smiled, "So what do you want ME to do?" He grinned and patted my behind once again and I pulled my shorts up carefully over my hardon. "You know one day all of this is gonna stop?" He seemed to think I was just a kid. "You'll be too old and past it and no one will want to fuck your face unless you pay them. So make the most of it while you still can get away with it. Make the most. You'll miss this," he said, rubbing his dick. "One day you'll say to yourself, when did I last suck a man? and you'll realise it was a year, then two years, then you think, oh yeah, that was it; I'm never going to do that again. So make the most of it, and don't get hurt." He tucked himself back into his pants. I had gradually stood, now that I'd wiped myself up. "Oh well, I'm just saying, to be careful." "Ok. Yeah. Appreciate it." "Well, be seeing ya. Remember my name: Derek." "Yeah, Derek." "Ok Jason. I'll be seeing you again. I promise," he said, lighting up a cigarette. "Want one?" "No thanks." "Just as well, Jason. Bad for the skin. You want to keep soft." He sucked the life into his cigarette and then, holding it at arm's length, put his hand around me again and held me against his stomach and kissed me, smokers mouth all over his lips and fat intrusive tongue. I liked that and put my arms around him to hold him tight. There was a comforting sexual fire burning inside me that some how I didn't want to let go of him and didn't want him to stop snogging me, and I didn't want him to go away. He was like this super protective older guy I couldn't help but think I needed in my life. He pushed me off; sucked on his cigarette and gave me one last stare. "Look at you ...Jason," he smiled. "So good looking. Really nice looking. What's your surname?" "Mason." "Jason Mason." He grinned. "Easy to remember. Ok. Later. Take care, Jason Mason." And with that he walked off in the direction he had originally been going. I continued down Hunter Street, towards the turning where I had originally been intending to turn back towards my place. When I looked back, he had already gone. So that was Derek. I'm glad I met him. Derek. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 37