That's (nearly) My Boy

Manny called last night – he wanted my white gobs of goo. Ha ha, cute. Gay guys and goo. We love it. We love getting it out of other guys. Love to watch them explode with it. How much can they shoot? How far can they shoot it? I knew a guy once, the gorgeous blond Robert, who could hit the wall with his. Even if it just dribbles out of them. We love it. We really do. 

Some guys love the taste of it, love to guzzle it down. I don’t. I hate the stuff. It tastes foul. There is nothing else that tastes like it, except perhaps ear wax. Not that they really taste alike, but they do taste the same kind of disgusting.

When I had two boyfriends, I sat them next to each other and sucked them both off one after the other, to coming in my mouth, just to see if there was any difference, there was no difference that I could perceive.

Still, don’t let me put you off, go suck a guy off, it’s good. My boyfriend Lauri, had the best dick, big, thick, same width from one end to the other, (like a chiko roll) heavy, foreskin. And lovely James, we used to meet up at a Club 80, just to suck his cock. Oh, and to kiss him. Thick, hard, literally a steel rod, like granite, even after he’d blown. He looked as hot getting his hard dick back in his jocks afterwards as he did getting it out in the first place. 

Manny says that we haven't hooked up in two months, which I'm sure can't be true. He was so hot for it – that's my horny, Greek boy. His voice was all breathy, he was distracted, his tone strong. But, as usual, he wouldn't get off his luscious wog arse and get himself over here.

So, bugger him! Or would that be, not bugger him?

He was bummed, and not the way he wanted. Greek guys and getting it in the arse. Remember, their great, great, great grandfathers invented it.