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C Saw 01
“Hi Jake, my roomie throws the best mixers, right? And I brought you a blue and white colored beer because I know they are your favorite.”
“Oh, hey C Saw, yeah, my girlfriend is quite the entertainer, isn’t she?”
“But very committed to you, Jake. That flirty stuff is just part of the hosting responsibilities.”
“Yeah, I know and it’s cool. So, is that Chad over there? The one who rescued you at the mall the other day from being gang banged, kidnapped, sold and then held for ransom?”
“Well, I don’t know about all that, but yeah, LOL, exactly. He drinks the red and blue beer. Anyways, can you take him outside to the deck and make him all high and stuff?”
“Ugh! C Saw, it’s called getting buzzed, but maybe. Anyways, you have a nice asset that will work better than a weird cigarette, you know.”
“Well, we had to go through the whole “are you a she or a he or what” conversation and I think he is having a hard time understanding that I’m comfortable in my own skin. Plus, you know I’m just a flirt, so.”
“And flirts use their assets to flirt, so?”
“Well, make me all high and stuff too!”
“NO. Your mother hen roomie has rules and I like sex, so NO.”
Stupid roomie rules and all, right?
Anyways, hi folks, I’m C Saw and that nickname stems from back in the day when there was a See Saw Swing and my friends thought they could launch me into space because of my small size. I didn’t quite make it into space, but I really liked the attention I had gotten after I crash landed. I mean, my friends were a little “handsy” with me as they carried me home and all, but that’s another story.
And the rumors about me almost being gang banged, kidnapped, sold and then held for ransom at the mall are, well, LOL totally true! And that’s when Chad came along and provided me with a way out, which I snagged onto tight (like I hurt his hand, LOL, as if I could hurt a man’s hand by squeezing it). Unfortunately, that’s also where we had that Escort dreadful “he or she” conversation as he escorted me safely to my SUV. I mean, I am a guy and I choose to wear female clothing on the weekends, but I am a guy and well, he wanted a girl (LOL and a blow job).
Also, LOL, he attended my roomie’s mixer at her insistence and not by my invitation as a way of saying thank you. I may beat around the bush with things, but Brenda is known to get right down to business, so yup, that was my savior Chad over there chatting it up and making new friends, LOL, while he tried to avoid too much eye contact with me (and my boy skin, that I’m comfortable in).
“Hi Chad, I brought you another red and blue beer and I have a blue and white beer for my roomie’s boyfriend, Jake and then I have this little bag full of funny cigarettes, so party on, right?”
“Um, thanks C Saw and thanks for having me over, even though it felt like I would live longer if I didn’t accept the invite from your roomie, Brenda.”
“Damn it, C Saw! Where did you get all of these? If Brenda thinks for a minute that I had anything to do with this! Ugh, keep the one, but give the baggie for you know, safe keeping.”
“LOL, relax Jake, your sex life is safe. I got them from my little goth girl friend down at the park and Brenda knows all about it, so which end do I light?”
“OMG C Saw, either end, just not in the middle.”
“OMG, ouch, ouch, OMG, who in the hell puts fire in a small plastic thingy anyways?”
“Chad, it was nice to meet and say a few kind words for me at my funeral. Ah, Brenda, MEDIC!”
“WTF? Who let C Saw have a small fire thingy anyways?”
“Jake did!”
“Chad did!”
“Um, it was a ghost.”
“Idiots, um, damn, um, Chad, “he” has a first kit in his bathroom, so????”
Well hell bells, right? LOL, people are still carrying me around. I mean, Chad only held me up and all, but he had a hold of me.
“Chad, ooh, that stings, um, I’m sorry I’m Escort Bayan a boy and I’m sorry that Brenda insists on reminding you of that and all. Wow, the smell of the burn cream, right? Oops, no, no, wrap the bandage the other way.”
“It matters, C Saw?”
“Well, I have the feeling that I’m never going to see you again, so these minutes matter, so undo it and then redo it, please.”
“But you can understand my confusion, right C Saw?”
“Oh, absolutely Chad. I mean, it’s not like I understand things much better.”
“Ah-mmm!”
“Oh, hey roomie, um, Chad is just finishing up with my burn and all.”
“Well, I don’t know why you’re sucking the poison out of Chad’s finger and all seeing how there is nothing wrong with Chad’s finger and all, but at least keep your bedroom door closed. And Chad, you could do worse and you’re still here and all, so just keep the door closed.”
Now that’s love from the roomie, right? I mean, the sound of a door clicking closed, right?
“You can go, Chad. I can tell that you are very unsure and uneasy about things and because you don’t everyone here at the roomie’s mixer, I mean, you could just slip out quietly and the world will still rotate, so? I mean, just because Brenda shut my bedroom door doesn’t mean it doesn’t open again, so???”
“Damn it, C Saw, my head is about to explode!”
“Well, one of them is anyways. I mean, I never, but I might and you did save me and all, so???”
Oh, well, he left my bedroom. I mean, I hope he was at least frustrated in my favor, but he left anyways. So, I slipped out of my capri pants and into my jammies and called it a night. I mean, LOL, that’s what I do best! Retreat because retreating is always the best policy (and all I know how to do).
“C Saw, wake up, C Saw, wake up. Chad wanted to say good night.”
“What, um, Chad’s, um, Chad’s still here?”
“Yes, and he wanted to be polite and say good night and after talking to him for a while, well, Bayan Escort he’s pretty cool and all, so are you waking up? And do you remember our practice day with the cucumber?”
“Um, what time is it?”
“Sex o’clock.”
Well, I was all groggy and stuff, so I propped up on one elbow and extended my arm to signal him over towards the bed. And then I repeated that action once he was actually inside of my bedroom.
“I mean.”
“I know, Chad.”
“Well,”
“It’s OK, Chad. Just help sit me up.”
“Alright, but.”
“I think I know how to manage a button on a pair of shorts, Chad.”
“So.”
“Well, I’m not going to be all that good anyways, so.”
“Um.”
“It’s fine, Chad. I know you like certain parts of my body, but not everything tonight, alright?”
“But, um, the, well.”
Oh, wow, so they throb like that, huh? I mean, LOL, I could tell his heart beat, right? Also, wow, praise the heavens for what I assumed was less than a normal size, right? I mean, the cucumber was bigger than he was, so.
“Just step forward, Chad and chip in.”
“Hmmm, yeah, that’s the stuff that dreams are made of, C Saw.”
“Keep chipping in and gyrate your hips, Chad.”
“Ugh, hm, are you going to tease for my smaller than average size, C Saw? Ooh, oh, hmm.”
“Nope, but I’m going squeeze your butt cheeks in delight for it, Chad (slurp, kiss, hm, hm).”
“Can I, C Saw? Hmmm, ugh, ugh, hmm, hm, ga, ga, ga.”
“Well, no, but you’re a guy, right?”
“Hmmm, ha, ha, ha, just being polite about things, C Saw.”
“Thanks (slurp, suck, suck, slurp) Chad.”
“Ugh, ugh, ha, oh, oh, oh, this is my first, C Saw.”
“Same, Chad. Wait (slurp), first blow job or first fem boy?”
“Shut it and make those slurping sounds some more, C Saw.”
Huh, he didn’t really answer, did he? I mean, seriously, he didn’t answer because boom, he had his pants zipped up and he was out of my bedroom within mere moments of his (he, he, little) release. Which, ewe, I did let slide down my throat (because his tool couldn’t reach deep enough down my throat to make a direct deposit, praise the heavens).
Wait, so, I was his first fem boy then, right?
End C Saw 01
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