"Hey, I
liked the 'sloth' part." Zack said as he kicked the door shut.
"Yeah.
Very cool." I added.
"We should
do it and really drive him crazy." Zack mused.
"Do what?"
"Queer
stuff. It would kill him." Zack chuckled.
"Really?"
I pondered, "Can't we just pretend?"
"It'd be
more effective if it were real, I think."
"Whadda we
do?" I queried (Queried, get it? Queer-eed).
"Well, I
guess suck each other's dicks and fuck each other up the ass. That
seems to be it." Zack offered.
"Sounds
pretty disgusting and painful." says I.
"Maybe.
But it's for a good cause. That vein on your father's head would
explode." Zack contended.
I could
see he had a valid point so I locked the door and began stripping.
Zack followed suit.
Well, we
did it for a week or so so it wouldn't seem like a fluke. Early on I
realized that it wasn't my cup of tea but Zack took to it like a
fish to water. He didn't seem to mind that I'd stopped sucking him
off or offering him my ass. He became quite proficient at
cocksucking and would gladly drop to his knees several times a day
if I pulled my dick out for him. |