This is a fictional story. All characters are imaginary.
Well, this is what happened next. Gripping the boy's thighs while still savoring the tastes of his sweat mixed with my banana and orange smoothie, I remembered something else I had. I slowly raised up, taking time to lick and nibble my boy's gorgeous torso here and there, and reached up into the overhead kitchen cabinet and got a jar of body chocolate. I had bought it when I was on vacation out west last year.
Grabbing a teaspoon from a drawer, we went out to the backyard lawn where I had him lie down on his newly mowed grass. Of course, he knew just how to lie down ... with his arms and legs spread out in all direction. Now remember, my gardener is 16, nicely tanned, slender at his waist and buff around his chest and shoulders, and has light blond hair. He looked up at me and smiled, his rock-hard erection now pointing to his belly button.
I dipped the teaspoon into the jar of body chocolate and gingerly dripped it all over his young smooth skin, up and down his long sinuous arms and legs, globbing it in excess on his penis and scrotum, pooling it around his soft quivering stomach, and nearly covering his chest, sides, and still hairless armpits. Finally, I let the spoon drip chocolate onto his neck, chin, and ruby-red lips.
I love chocolate and this was a very special chocolate. It tasted terrible by itself, but when mixed with body perspiration, the taste was out of this world!--especially on the body of someone you loved very much.
By the way, I'm only 17--a year older than my boy and by now I'm naked as well. My parents are out today and they think I'm mowing the lawn, but my boy does all my chores for me. We'll get into why later. Now it's time for dessert!
What happens next and why is my boy so willing to do all my chores? Feedback is most welcome.