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YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 91
Second book : YOU BELONG TO JOBAL PART 38 - getting close
It was scheduled for the next day.
When Po woke up, I woke up too, in his arms, his cock already between my legs, and he was still in a really good mood - I mean REALLY good. "I keep wanting you!" he murmured.
After he fucked me he like bounced out of bed and he was dancing around the flat, naked yeah, his stuff bouncing around in front of him like a bag of balloons or something! He had the radio on again and he was singing along to the music and dancing. It was great! I mean, it was! Just to see him ... being so happy, cause he could be in a bad mood and I guess he wanted to just enjoy himself. Like, I made him coffee and held it there for him and he just couldn't, almost couldn't hold it cause of dancing and even spilt a bit, bopping up and down and taking a sip and then bipping.
"Hey why aren't you dancing? This song's so great! I love this song!"
I don't remember which song, but it was very bouncy and happy. I didn't exactly feel like dancing, cause I was worried about stuff, obviously, but I tried to dance, like, a bit.
"Hey, c'mon, dance! Dance with me! Why aren't you dancing?"
So I was dancing eventually and I did relax a bit, but I was thinking, like, 'I've got to make breakfast ... and I gotta get things ready.' But I felt guilty I wasn't enjoying myself as much as he was. I didn't want to bring him down.
So, he was laughing, and eventually I was as well. It was like school disco where everybody's just having fun and everything's like, not serious - but just us. He grabbed my waist and held me like in a smooch and kissed me and I put my arms around his neck and we kissed. It was really nice. He was so playful. Then he turned me round and held me from behind - that's how we sleep like two spoons and him holding my chest like I'm his hot water bottle. It was so nice. Then he kissed my ear and said, "Better get a move on."
Cause it was getting late.
"You do know I love you don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"And you know it's gonna really hurt ..." He meant the mark up.
"Yes Sir."
"Ok then. Take this." And he gave me a little pill to swallow. "It'll help." I took it. I don't know what it was. "Don't worry. Have you swallowed it?"
"Yes Sir."
"That's good. That'll stop you panicking. I should take one too!" But he didn't. He kissed me and squeezed my arse. "Now you're set."
*** Akim gave Po all these very precise instructions - in this very long phone call - to make sure it was properly set. I was to wear these very loose black plasticky clothes Po had brought in his bag - good quality; triple white stripes down the legs and arms and the logo on the left pec and everything, and a hood as well - really shiny, super waterproof, really sticky (and with the sweat built up I was swimming!) pvc-nylony material all slinky and slippery and flimsy, sliding over my skin like a condom what was very very loose ... REALLY sexy and what with commando as you could see, I felt pretty, you know, excited. Plus, I WAS excited cause, like who knows, yeah? What WAS about to happen? I was excited and scared.
"You don't want anything too tight that might rub or be difficult to pull on afterwards. You'll be ... really sore," he said with a half serious, half loving it smirk. And I imagined he meant, like pulling clothes on over sunburn or something - it worried me cause it reminded me this was going to be fucking painful. Why that hadn't occurred to me before I don't know. Well, it had occurred to me before, but for some reason ... I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking.
He watched me dress. "Hehe you put clothes on so sexy. Seeing you cover your body ... Sliding one leg in, and then the other like that ... How does that feel?"
"Feels good Sir," I said lifting one leg to let my balls adjust and pushing my erection up to the left.
"Feel sexy?"
"Yes Sir."
"I can see that. It looks fuckin hot."
"It is hot Sir."
"I meant sexy hot."
"Yeah that too Sir," I said with a grin.
"That's yours now," he said.
"Mine Sir?!"
"Yep. I don't want it back."
"Wow man thanks Sir ..." I corrected myself "... Thank you Sir," I said.
He noticed. "Yeah right. Well it suits you. It's a good clean look. And cause it's not tight it's like sexy cause I can see your body inside all sort of moving about and it's like proper horny." He smiled. "Hey, sexy man! I'd like to fuck you in that!"
The way he was looking at me made me well hard, I can tell you. I was so hard it was like a stick of gelignite was about to go off in my pants!
I lay my hands on my legs and it felt so smooth! "Oh thank you Sir thank you Sir!" I wanted to lick his hand or something.
He laughed. "That's ok pup!" (He never called me 'pup' before!) "Put your shoes on then!" he ordered like suddenly I'd been bad or something. I had these yellow'n'black trainers that really looked the part. As I squatted to tie them I could feel the plastic suit ride up into my arsecrack. And where the sharp stitched plasticky seam cut my hole. It felt really good.
"Come over here let me get a close look."
I went over to him and stood in first position (hands on head) astride his legs so he could reach forward and stroke me. He slid the material over my waist and thighs, feeling my legs within. "Hehe that's so neat ... Closer."
I moved up so my knees rested on the chair either side of him and my erection and his just sort of bumped together and our faces touched and he was holding my bottom to make me grind myself against him. I was so close to cum I had to like really concentrate to think of something - like uninteresting - just to stop it.
"Fuck I wish we had time to do this ..."
Po was wearing that red tracksuit I liked (remember chapter one?). It looked so cool on him and like he walked with this easy-going swagger what turned me on so much about him - like he was king of the castle. And he had his trainers with these white diamonds he really liked, but he liked to keep clean so I was always cleaning them. And what he looked like, so cute dressed up like that. Like I'll always remember him. Cute as anything. And I knew he wasn't wearing anything on underneath except this pair of really tight tiny black speedo briefs what I think he needed, cause otherwise it would be, well it might get in the way might it, esp if it got hard.
But, like I knew where it was, cause I was always thinking about his cock.
He looked at me before we left the flat and smiled, "You look so cute and sexy like that," he said, squeezing my bottom.
"You do too Sir," I said.
"Yeah but you look really sexy."
So, anyway, I put those clothes on and we went out and course I followed behind him and through all these roads looking like a sex toy in these clothes, and course they rubbed when I walked, like new shoes. Po was humming and half-singing this song, 'Oh I Do Like To Be Beside The Seaside!' - which I don't suppose you know, but it's very well known here, but what he didn't know all the words to. But he was that happy.
It's a stupid fucking song.
It was about a ten minute walk right through the crowded main shopping street of the town. I was glad he was in such a good mood. He was walking really fast past all the people - people with simple boring lives or something; if they was vanilla people ... I don't know, but they was other people. And I had to keep dodging behind him to avoid hitting anyone. And he kept weaving through them like he was a different kind of being, weaving through the gaps. It was like we was invisible cause no one had any idea what we was about to happen and if I'd've told any of them they'd've just thought I was mad. Or sick.
Well I suppose I was a bit of both: mad like an idiot and sick like a perv. Sick like a pervert.
I know what you think: you think I'm mad; but also, I think: I'm horney! I'm both. But mainly I'm horney. But you know that horney is a kind of mad. So ... yeah ... mad. And pervy. Definitely a perv. And when I think about all the things I've done ... I'm definitely a perv!
Like, I would'a normally I would'a looked at the guys I was passing in the street and I'd'a been thinking like, 'Yeah I could suck HIS cock,' or, 'Yeah I could grovel on HIS trainers,' or something else like, they'd fuck me or something else, or they could own me or use me or something, or they'd like to kiss ... Yeah? You know. But in this occasion I was thinking, 'Yeah, none of these blokes have ANY FUCKING IDEA what! None of them have a clue where I'm going, what I'm about to! None of them could do it! None of them! And if they knew, they'd look at me, and be SO TURNED ON!! They'd want to fuck me immediately!'
That's what I was thinking. Like, some of them caught me eye, looking, and they was looking and could see what I was and might have fancied me, or Po, or a threesome, but NONE of them, none of them, had any idea what I was about to go through, and it was fucking amazing!
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END OF YOU KNOW HE'S SUB, DON'T YOU? - PART 91