"Wait, I really have to take a piss!" I said realizing that I really did.
"Where is your bottle?" he said, as he looked at his watch.
"Never mind, we don't have time right now," he said to me, "put on these shorts, t-shirt and put on your sandals. I figure your legs are probably a little sore from the run and the fucking, so we are going to go for a swim. After the swim we are going to find out what you did this afternoon. I am not pleased with what you have said so far." I moved around and put on the shorts and shirt he gave me. The shorts had no liner and my cock had to be restrained in the waistband again otherwise it would have poked out someplace. I was still dazed by his kiss, I was stuck on that and had not processed what had happened since then. But I felt pressure on my bladder as I got dressed.
We walked over to the gym, me being careful to walk behind him. And he was right my legs were tightening up. And I could feel a soreness around my hole. A kiss. A fucking kiss. What did that mean?
We got to the gym and once again, Bobby found a row of lockers without other guys around. I very self-consciously stripped out of the few clothes I had on and stood there naked, trying not to let anyone see the rod I was sporting. Bobby, standing there naked, handed me a white swimsuit to put on and put on a green one himself. Thank goodness mine had some kind of a liner, because I could trap my cock in it and had it pointing to the right.
A Kiss! And a French Kiss. From Bobby.
I followed him out to the pool and vaguely realized I still needed to piss. "Go ahead, take a leak." Bobby said to me. I looked around and saw the people around the pool. "Look, they are just going to think that you are wet from the pool, if anything drips out. So go ahead, just release it. I'll stand here talking to you as you do."
All I could think about was that kiss. What did it mean? I guess that distracted me enough, because soon I felt warm liquid running down my leg. It keep running down my leg and finally started dripping off the leg of my suit onto my feet. I really had to go and I was soaking the suit. The whole thing was warm now. It only made me harder to think about what I was doing and where I was doing it, which caused the flow to diminish.
Bobby asked if I was done. I whispered, "Yes."
So he turned and we went to the edge of the pool at the deep end and dove in. The water felt so good! Bobby led me to the edge of the pool and we got out and headed over to the low diving board. A kiss. A fucking kiss.
Bobby dove in. Then the fog cleared and I went out to the end of the board, bounced and dove in. In the water, I could feel my cock throb as I thought of the kiss and smoothness of the water washed over it. Surfacing, I headed over to the edge of the pool where Bobby was getting out the water. I got out and followed him again to the diving board. Again, I stood there and waited for him to jump.
He seemed to be taking his time. I watched the muscles of his back and legs and he bounced and then dove into the pool. A kiss. He kissed me. What did that mean? My cock throbbed in my suit as I headed out on the board. Bounced and dove in.
We did this several more times. I wasn't counting because I was lost in wonder about the kiss and the pulsing in my cock over those thoughts. . Finally, my ears focused and heard people laughing. I looked around to see what was funny. I saw some woman pointing my way, so I turned around and looked behind me, only to see a guy pointing my way. I looked up and saw people laughing, some behind their hands and a couple of people pointing at me.
I couldn't figure out what was so funny. I was looking around me and I looked down at my feet and nothing was there and I was about to look around again, when I looked at my crotch. Fuck! You could see right through the material! Redness overwhelmed me and I ran and dove into the pool. I didn't want to surface. Of course I had to. Bobby was near the edge of the pool.
I swam over to him. After looking at his face, I knew he knew what was going on. Then a light bulb went on, and I realized that Bobby had known all along what this suit was going to do, that is why he had given it to me.
This really hurt and I was mad, embarrassed and shamed. I couldn't say anything. I turned away from him, as I did not want him to see my face. I thought I was going to lose it again. I ducked my head in the water and tried to clear my face. What the fuck was I going to do now?
"Bobby, why?" I said and he didn't even smile.
"Trust me," he said.
"I am trying Bobby, but this hurts."
"Trust me?" he said it with a question this time.
Tears leaking I said, "Yes," and ducked my head again.
"Take off your suit," he said evenly.
My eyes got big and my mouth made an "O" and he said, "Trust me."
Shame flushing me red, I scissor kicked and pushed my suit down releasing my cock. I grabbed the edge of the pool and then reached down and grabbed them off of my feet. I looked around and realized that there were girls swimming around me laughing and a couple of guys.
"Look me in the eyes," Bobby said, "Don't take your eyes off of me."
I did what he said; focusing on him, still feeling the heat of the blushing up and down my body.
"Hand me your suit," he said evenly, keeping his eyes on mine.
I handed him my suit. My cock twitching underwater. I was naked, nude and exposed. It made me so hard! Fuck me, I was messed up.
He continued to look at me for a couple more moments, then without taking his eyes off of mine, he said, "Here put this on." He handed me back my suit. "Would you rather wear this or be naked?"
I took it and ducked under the water and tried to get it on fast. I think I did a somersault, cause I thought I felt air on my ass! I managed to get it on and force my cock along one side. I tied the strings and surfaced and swam over to the edge of the pool.
"Okay, out and we are going back to the locker rooms. And no matter what," he turned to look at me, "head up, walk, don't run to the locker room."
He got out of the pool first; then I followed. As we exited there was scattered applause and catcalls. I was 47 shades of red as I walked head up and at the same measured pace as Bobby.
We made it to the locker rooms and Bobby stopped and laughed. I guess I started laughing to release the tension. Laughing at my predicament - both in my recent life and what had just happened at the pool. We grabbed towels as we entered into the lockers and still laughing made it to our lockers. I think I was going to become hysterical.
Bobby pulled off his suit and then wiped the tears from his eyes. I pushed mine down and my cock sprang out and I was still laughing and weeping as well. Bobby put the towel on his shoulder and headed to the showers and I followed.
It wasn't until I hung up my towel and headed into the communal shower that I realized I was rock hard and walking around in public and there were a bunch of guys in the shower! OH SHIT! OH FUCK!
Guys that did look at me; tuned back to what they were doing and paid me no attention.
Which only made me blush more. I ducked under a shower spray. But it didn't seem to help. I was stuck naked, hard and the center of attention. I looked over to Bobby, who made a hand jerking gesture.
I couldn't believe it; he just wanted me to jack off here in the shower with these guys around. I looked around and the guys were paying attention to what they were doing and were not looking my way, except one guy keep turning his head towards me.
As much as I was embarrassed, it did seem the only way to get it to go down. So once again that day, I took my cock in hand and started stroking it. Bobby nodded and went back to soaping up. No one seemed to be paying attention to me, the guys didn't look at me, but I could still feel them there.
I blushed again and put my head under the shower.
While standing there, I realized that because of that damn suit, everyone had seen me pissing in my suit. Bobby had stood to my left and my dick was pointing right, so I was pretty much on display the entire time. I grabbed by cock and pumped only a few times until I was shooting my load into the pouring water. Then my cock got sensitive and the water was really affecting it. So I had to back out of the shower to get relief. And all I thought of then was that Damn Kiss!
I soaped up and shampooed my hair all in a daze. That Fucking Kiss! It was all happening too fast again. Too much to handle. Just by rote, I finished washing myself, turned off the water and walked over and got my towel. As I dried myself off, I realized - why I had should not have known this, I don't know - but I was shaved, had no hair on my body and I was standing here in the men's locker room where everyone could see me, without a hair on my body below my ears. Fucking! Shit!
I wrapped the towel around me and headed back to the lockers. There was some guy stripping out of his workout clothes a couple of lockers down from mine. I watched his muscles play in his back, arms, butt and legs as he removed his sweaty workout clothes. I came out of that daze and realized I was staring. Luckily he didn't see me. He grabbed a towel and headed off to the showers.
Bobby had seen me obviously, because when I looked back to him, he said, "You like what you saw?" Fuck! I was just going to dye my skin red and be done with it, Damn it, would this fucking blushing ever stop. And why was I fucking swearing in my head, I used to not do that.
"Yes," resigned to always being saying that to Bobby.
"Then take his workout clothes. Put then in this backpack." I look at him like he was crazy. "Take his stuff." I hesitated and looked around. Then I moved over and scooped up his workout clothes. They were smelly of his sweat and musk. I dropped them in the backpack. "Get his trainers as well." I grabbed the shoes and put them in the bag. My heart racing faster with each second, cause I knew we were going to be caught!
"And because you hesitated," Bobby said, "Take all of his clothes." I was really appalled by that. I was going to take every stitch of clothes the guy had. But I really didn't have a choice. I looked around again, and then took out his polo shirt, shorts, underwear and flip-flops. I hurriedly stuffed them into the pack. "No, hand me his wallet and money and cell phone." I dug around in the stuff finding all of it and handing it to Bobby. Bobby looked them over and then told me to lay them on the shelf in the locker.
Then Bobby let me get dressed. I was wearing the same shorts I had on the way over, the ones without the lining. But my cock was down for the moment, although why I didn't know after the rush of stealing that guy's clothes. So I just sort of hung down and almost below the hem of the shorts. I put on the t-shirt and then pulled my shorts down just a bit, then slipped into my sandals and followed Bobby out, looking over my shoulders a couple of times to see if the guy was coming out of his shower.
Bobby led us towards the parking lot rather than the dorm. About 100 feet before we got there, Bobby stopped walked back to me - I had been walking my required distance behind him - walked behind be, reached out and pulled up my shorts, making the end of my dick hang out and giving me a major wedgy. My cock began to swell then pushing up on the fabric.
When we get to the car, Bobby stops by the passenger side, hands me the backpack and says, "Put on his clothes. Not the workout clothes but his regular clothes." I was waiting for him to open the door, so I could get in and change. He kept standing there. Finally I got it, I had to change standing there next to the car. I got the clothes out and laid them on the roof of the car. Then I pulled down my shorts, and jumped into his boxers, and pulled up his shorts, my cock getting harder all the time. Then I put his polo shirt on, and then I relaxed a bit and got out the flip-flops and put them on. It was surprising that they fit fairly well.
But what made my cock twitch and swell was that I had my cock and balls, in some stranger's underwear, where his cock and balls had been. Maybe he had even dribbled piss in them. Twitch! Wonder if he had cum in them? Twitch - FUCK ME! What was going on with me - being so fixated on men, underwear, cocks. Was this really me?
Once I was dressed, Bobby opened the car door and let me get in. I put the backpack in the backseat and got in. Bobby handed me a school baseball hat and told me to put it on. I looked down right preppy. He then handed me a cell phone. "Keep this, if I need to get hold of you or want to know where you are I will call you. If you need to reach me, I am on speed dial, number 2. Number 1 is 911."
"Yes, Sir."
Bobby drove out of the lot and headed into town. Man, I was fucked up. A kiss, from a guy! Fuck but it felt good. Stealing guy's clothes, sucking off a professor, a kiss, fucked, the doctor, and SHIT - this was too much. My heart started racing and my head started spinning as images of people and cocks and lips and cum and piss and underwear and dildos and bottles of piss and Oh Fuck - I started feeling lightheaded.
Suddenly, Bobby was holding my arm and saying, "Hey, Hey, calm down. You were panting like a dog on a hot summer day. What's wrong?" He had stopped the car at the side of the road and I struggled to focus on him.
"I don't know. I just got caught up in everything that has happened and I think it just hit me and I got really worried and confused and upset and my head and oh fuck there it goes again!" I realized I was panting this time, breathing so fast in and out. And that made me panic and made me breath faster and my heart was pounding.
"Put your head between your knees!" Bobby said, holding on to the back of my neck and pushing it forward. When I was down there, he removed his hand for a moment and then came back and said, "Here, blow into this bag!" he handed me a fast food bag. Then he put his hand on the back of my neck again and began rubbing it. I took the bag and started breathing into it. I don't know why, but my breathing began to slow down and I began to focus again.
When I felt I was breathing normally, I removed the bag and tried to sit up. I put my head back down and tried it a little slower. "What was that?"
"Well, I think you had a panic attack. And when was the last time you had anything to eat other than cum and piss?" he asked me smiling again.
"I don't know," and I honestly didn't now.
"Okay, let's go get you something to eat. Are you okay now?"
"Yeah, I think so," leaning back into the seat and closing my eyes. Fuck me, I was a mess! Which reminded me I hadn't told Bobby about the Doctor visit.
We stopped at a fast food place and we went in and ordered. Bobby got the food, I don't think I had any money with me. Hell, I didn't have a wallet, key, or coin. Just the cell phone Bobby had given me. I wasn't even wearing my own clothes. After we got the order, Bobby excused himself and went the men's room. When he came back, he set his drink in front of me and said, "This one is yours."
Being slow, it took me a moment to catch on and I switched cups, took a big pull through the straw and got a mouth full of cold piss! He had emptied out the cup and filled it with his piss over the ice! I made a face, but he just smiled that fucking smile of his.
"After you finish that I will get you a bottle of water to drink." How fucking nice of you, I thought. Warm piss was an entirely different thing and that I had only tasted. That wasn't too bad, but cold piss, the bitterness and saltiness seemed to be magnified.
I worked on my lunch, trading off with pulls of cold piss. I was trying to finish it up, so I could get water, but the more I drank, the less bad it tasted. After all, it was from Bobby! Man, I was a fucking mess!
As I finished my second burger and most of my fries, I finished the piss and he brought over a bottle of water. "Drink it all," he instructed. I sat there and downed 20 ounces of water while he sat and watched.
"Good, now let's go hunting." He got up from the table and headed to the car. I had no idea what he was talking about.
He drove over to a smaller mall on the edge of town. We got out and went into the mall. He walked over to a bookstore in the mall and started walking through the stacks. When he got to the gay/lesbian section, there was a guy there. Bobby walked up next to the guy and stood very close to him. When the guy reached to get a book, Bobby reached his hand out as well. Their hands touched and then the guy turned and looked at Bobby.
The guy was in his early twenties, with kinda short curly reddish brown hair. He reminded me of a tennis player, I don't know why, but it seemed to match his build. I could see his eyes as he looked nearly eye level into Bobby's they were a piercing blue.
He looked into Bobby's eyes for a long time, then kind of leaned closer to Bobby and said, "What?"
Bobby said, "Follow us."
We left the bookstore and went down the mall to a doorway. Bobby went through the doors and down the hall to another door. He tried the door, it opened and he led us in. Once inside he closed the door, turned on the light and I saw him lock the door. I was becoming more conscious of that, recently.
It was some kind of storeroom, with a big empty space in the center. The guy now looked a bit nervous. Bobby must have caught that too. "It's okay. I think we are here for the same purpose." The guy looked around nervously and at me. "Don't worry, he won't touch you. He just likes to watch," he said gesturing towards me.
"So relax." Bobby moved up closer to the man and looked him in the eyes again. "Why don't you take off your shirt?" The guy blushed, but followed Bobby's instructions. I was amazed; this guy was doing what Bobby told him to do. I doubt that they knew each other. Bobby seemed to have just picked him up.
"Now, lose the pants," Bobby instructed. The guy looked from Bobby to me and back to Bobby. He hesitated and Bobby said, "Just do it and don't worry about him." The guy blushed again, but undid his pants and let them drop. Then toed off his shoes and stepped out of them and his pants. He was blushing as he tried to hide the cock that was sticking out of his boxers.
Bobby just said, "Move your hands." The guy looked up at Bobby again and then at me, then removed his hands. I was getting turned on, but something else was happening. I couldn't figure out what it was.
"Nice cock," Bobby commented. The guy blushed even redder and his cock throbbed as it stuck out of the blue plaid boxers. You could see kinky red hair from his pubes sticking out of the opening. That only made me think of mine hairless condition. "Now lose the shorts."
Bobby just stood and watched as this guy followed his instructions and submitted to his instructions. The guy pushed down his boxers and then stood, cock pointing towards the ceiling. His red freckles stood out in contrast to the very White skin, which when blushed seemed to make the freckles even more pronounced. His cut cock stood out about 7 inches from his crotch and two egg size nuts hung low beneath them. He put his hands at his sides, but looked down.
Man, this guy was submitting - submitting, hmmmm - to Bobby. I was rock hard, but again, something else was working, I was irritated about something, but couldn't put my finger on it.
"Now down here on your knees," Bobby pointed to the floor in front of him. The guy knelt and continued to look at the floor. My stomach seemed to be churning and I was sweating, I could feel it running down from my pits. "Okay, open my pants and take out my cock." The guy reached up and unbuttoned Bobby's shorts and unzipped them. He pushed the flaps of the fly back out of the way and went to Bobby's boxers. He reached in the fly of them and pulled out Bobby's cock. My heart raced at the sight of it - Man, what was wrong with me that his cock could do that to me. I felt sweat on my forehead and thought the room was getting warm.
"Now suck it." The guy leaned in and took Bobby's not quite hard cock in his hand and licked around the crown of it. Bobby's cock expanded as he did this. As he continued to minister to Bobby's cock, I realized what was making me feel weird. That should be me sucking Bobby's cock. I was the one that was supposed to be submitting to Bobby, not some stranger.
Anger flooded me and I felt my hands clench, and then another thought rushed around my head - are you fucking crazy to be angry that someone else is sucking Bobby's cock - what does that make you. And I had to answer myself and say, someone who loves sucking Bobby's cock, because I was hard because I wanted that to be me, sucking his cock, down on my knees, submitting to him.
Bobby finally took the guy's head in his right hand and started working it down father and farther on his cock. At one point Bobby got it all the way in the guy's throat and held it there. The guy was trying to push away from Bobby, by pushing on his legs. Bobby only held it there for a couple of seconds, then released him.
He continued to guide the guy on his cock, ever increasing the pace. As he increased his speed, my displeasure rose. I couldn't believe the effect this was having on me and didn't feel I could say or do anything. Bobby was in control, as he always seemed to be. Why was he doing this TO ME! He knew that I would do this for him. Was I not good enough for him? Did I not please or pleasure him when I did it? Did I do something wrong?
I was really hot by the time that I could tell Bobby was shooting. He had his head back, groaning and was slowly thrusting in and out of the guy's mouth. I knew this as a signal that he was shooting and filling the guy's mouth with his sweet cum.
Sweet cum - me talking about cum and sweet in the same sentence. Man, how I had changed from just days ago. My mind was really being fucked over and I was jealous! And envious of this guy drinking down Bobby's cum!
Bobby stepped back from the guy, wiped his cock on the guy's red hair, then pushed his cock back into his boxers, fastened his shorts and zipped up. He turned and walked away from the guy. The guy was wiping his face with one hand and grabbing his cock and stroking it with the other.
Bobby walked to the door after pushing me towards it. He turned to the guy and said, "You might want to lock this door after us, otherwise, someone might open it while you are doing whatever you are going to do." Bobby opened the door, ushered me out, leaving the door open. I saw the guy get up and hustle over to the door to close it. I heard the lock click as we walked away.
I was still pissed. I was still upset as we walked back into the mall and then back towards the door. I really wanted to take off and go away from Bobby, but I didn't want to either. I was acting like a 12 year old kid having a tantrum, as I look back on it now as I write this - sitting at my desk in my room, waiting for Bobby to get home. But I felt indignant about the whole thing. Was I not worthy of him? Was I not meeting his needs? What about the kiss?
I was blindly following Bobby through the mall when my shoulder was grabbed and I was spun around and some guy was yelling at me, "What the fuck do you think you are doing?" He looked like he was about to punch me in the face. "What kind of pervert are you, anyway?" I was terribly confused, had he seen me doing something with someone someplace - shit that was a lot of possibilities.
"Did you think it was funny?" He was shaking me now, Bobby was standing there watching the whole thing. "Speak up you little shithead!" He shook me one more time and then leaned in close to my face, "Look you fucking pervert, you steal my clothes and then you wear them!" Light bulb when on! "You get your jolly's that way!" He pushed me away from him.
"Give me my clothes!" I thought he was going to rip them off of me right there!
"Okay, Okay, Okay." Bobby says stepping up between us. "Why don't we step outside and I think we can take care of this."
"Who the fuck are you?" the guy demands.
"Look I am his friend, yes, he has a little problem, but I really didn't know he had stolen your clothes. He told me he had bought new clothes. Follow me."
He was walking towards the exit. The guy grabbed my shoulder and dragged me along with him as he followed Bobby out of the mall. Now I am not a small guy, but this guy - same build as me - I mean I was wearing his clothes - just seemed to become immense and just propelled me along.
Bobby walked over to his car - which was not far from the entrance. He stopped next to the car. "Okay, Davey, now you can take off this guy's clothes and give them back to him." I was going to die! Fuck, this on top of the other man - I just wanted this to be over. I started pulling the guy's clothes off stacking them on the roof of the car. When I pulled off the boxer's my cock sprung out and I didn't even seem to notice.
"There, that's all of them!" I was going ballistic. "Are you satisfied!" I stood there with my hands on my hips.
"Where are my workout clothes?" he said, gathering up his clothes from the top of the roof.
"This is all he has with him and we came right from the gym. So he must have left them there. He really doesn't like workout clothes." Bobby was spinning some bullshit.
"Fine! Whatever! Fucking pervert!" The guy grabbed the clothes and headed away from us. I was still breathing hard furious at the world!
"Are you going to stand out here in the parking lot naked and hard for the whole world to see? Or are you going to get into the car?" He unlocked the doors.
I realized that what he said was true, turned a new shade of deep red, that people at the mall will be talking about for years and opened the car door, got in and slammed the door and stared straight ahead breathing hard and pulse pounding in my temples.
Bobby started the car and drove out. He drove for about 15 minutes and then pulled off the road and down a dirt road to a clearing. He got out of the car and walked around to my side of the car and opened the door. "Get out."
I didn't want to, I was being petulant. But I did. I always fucking did what he told me to. My cock hadn't gone done, which just made me madder. We were in a glen of trees, blocked off from the road and the only access seemed to be the dirt road we came in on.
"Are you upset about something?" Bobby asked in his calm voice.
"Fucking right I am!" I stormed
"Tell me what it is."
"You, fucking asshole, that guy, and telling him and him sucking and humiliation and fucking with my head and that guy and him sucking you and you using him and fucking asshole!" I was ranting, throwing out words, storming around in front of the car, gesturing with my arms and hands, wildly.
"I don't understand you," he said in the same calm voice.
"You let him, and I should have and then you made me and OH Fuck, this is not coming out right." I looked at him disgusted. I looked down at myself, "And this isn't helping!" I slapped my cock to one side.
"Okay, stand still and takes some deep breathes, calm yourself," always he spoke in that fucking calm voice. I didn't want to listen to him. I wanted to listen to him. I paced back and forth, deciding what to do, occasionally swatting my betraying cock.
Bobby didn't say anymore then, he let me walk it out - it took longer because it only made me madder, him not saying anything. Finally, I did stop pacing and stood and looked at him. It had taken me that long to get my thoughts together.
I stood and looked at him. He didn't even have the smile on his face, he was just leaning against the car looking at me.
"I am mad, jealous and pissed off." I could finally say.
"About what?" Bobby said.
"I am upset that you let that guy suck your cock and drink your cum!" Damn that was difficult to say. "It should have been me." Even more difficult to say! "What, am I not good enough for you!" I stepped towards him. "I have done everything you said, no matter what and embarrassed myself to shit and blushed so many times I have a sunburn! Did I not do it right for you!" I was going to lose it soon. "Bobby, I asked you to fuck me!" Now I WAS going to lose it. "Do you know what it took for me to say that?" I was losing it.
"I have tried really hard to do everything to please you." I wiped my face, now ashamed of my tears. "If I wasn't doing something right, then you should have told me, so I could improve." I wiped my face again. "Shit, you have punished me when I didn't do something you wanted. If I wasn't doing it right, then tell me, punish me, do something, but don't just cast me aside."
"Who said I cast you aside." He stood up. "What makes you think I cast you aside? Are you not still here?" He stepped towards me. "Am I not hauling your naked ass all over town? Didn't I cool that guy off that looked like his was going to beat the shit out of you?"
"Yes, so what was the whole thing with the guy in the mall." I said, once more wiping my face again.
"This." He said, holding his hands out.
"What, this?"
"This reaction. I needed to know, if this meant anything to you. And obviously it does." He stepped up closer. "You have shown me that it is important to you, that it is what you want to do. That you do like this. Your cock has told me many times, that it likes what is happening, but I wanted it to be you that said it."
He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me, then stepped back. He held me by the shoulders, "So now that means that I will really begin to push your limits and boundaries. See what you are capable of and what you will do." He looked me in the eyes. "Are you ready for that?"
"Yes," I could only say.
"I told you my uncle did similar to me and I hated it and loved it. I came to embrace it and learn from it. I shouldn't tell you this, but I still enjoy being controlled, but I have learned the power of being controlled and controlling." He looked me in the eyes again.
"So understand and listen carefully - this may be difficult to believe at this point, but I will prove it to you in the days to come. I will never ask you to do anything, that either I haven't already done, or won't do again." That made my eyes open wide and stunned me. He saw the reaction, "Yes, you will see me do it."
Something crossed my mind, "You have had a guy fuck you?" He told me yes. "And you would let a guy do it again?" He told me yes, again. Wow that was a stunner.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because I like it and it makes me a better fucker to know what it feels like." Did he really say that?
I thought about this for a bit, then said, "Bobby will you fuck me."
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