DAVID 57
Al has a bit of an obsession:
“Are you happy now, Al?”
“Yes. Y-yes.”
“Really?”
“No.”
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“No.”
“You got what you wanted, didn’t you? You got what you begged for.”
“But...”
“But what?”
“But I...I...”
“What, Al?”
“I, I didn’t know that...you just meant...this.”
“This?”
“M-my forehead on your chest.”
“You said you wanted to touch my pecs. You begged.”
“But...but...”
“Are you crying?”
“No.”
“You sound like you’re crying.”
“Please, David. Please?”
“Well? Aren’t you touching my pecs?”
“Oh god.”
“I asked you a question, Al.”
“Yes.”
“Did you want something more?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not satisfied with what you’re doing now?”
“No. I wanna touch your pecs with—“
“And haven’t I let you? Didn’t I give you—“
“But please!”
“Don’t interrupt me.”
“I’m sorry. I”m sorry.”
“You know what I said I’d do if you were impolite.”
“Yes.”
“And you agreed to the situation, didn’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t look up!”
“I-I’m not. I”m not. I’m sorry.”
“You keep your forehead right there and tell me why you’re not satisfied with what you
got.”
“Oh! I...I...I thought you knew. I thought you knew that when I said I wanted to touch your pecs...I meant with my hands.”
“Did you say anything about your hands?”
“No.”
“Is that all you want to use to touch my chest?”
“No. Oh David please I can’t take this.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know if I can control myself. I gotta touch you. I gotta have you. I gotta. Please.”
“What’ll happen if you’re not a good boy, Al? Huh?”
“You’ll leave.”
“Is that what you want?”
“No. Please no.”
“Then you’ll tell me what you want, and we’ll go from there, won’t we?”
“Yes. Yes. Anything.”
“So we need to be very clear as to what you want, and what I want.”
“Yes. Yes...I’ll do anything. Please.”
“Well that’s good to know. I should get at least some of what I want too, shouldn’t I?”
“Yes! I”ll do anything.”
“Well then, first I want to understand why you’re not satisfied with your forehead against my chest. That’s about as close as you can get if you stop and think about it.”
“But...but I can’t see anything. I—“
“You can’t see anything? I thought I told you to keep your eyes open.”
“I am. I am.”
“What can you see then, Al?...Al?”
“I...I can see your abs. And your thighs. And, and your feet.”
“Anything else?”
“Yes. I...I...can see...your...your...”
“Yes?”
“Your c-cock. Oh god.”
“What’s wrong Al?”
“This is like torture.”
“Why?”
“Having to look. And feel.”
“Feel what?”
“Where I’m touching you. What I’m feeling.”
“And what’s that?”
“Do I...do I have to describe it as well?”
“Feel what, Al?”
“Ohhhhh...m-m-my cock...we’re standing so close together…my cock is resting on top of yours.”
“So it’s not accurate to say that you can’t see anything, is it Al?”
“No. But I meant—“
“You meant that you can’t see my chest.”
“Yes! David please.”
“And if I let you touch my pecs with your hands and only your hands, is that going to satisfy you?”
“No. Please don’t make me beg like—“
“You want to touch my chest with something else?”
“Yes.”
“It really sounds like you’re crying.”
“I’m not.”
“You’re trembling.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not—“
“Are you cold?”
“No...b—“
“You’ve got goosebumps all across the back of your shoulders where my finger is touch—“
“OH! Jesus!”
“—ing. Whoa! Those are goosebumps alright.”
“Oh...god!”
“Maybe I should go.”
“Oh David please. Please! Don’t go and leave me like this. I can’t sleep. I can’t work. I can’t concentrate. I gotta experience—“
“What else do you want to do to my chest?”
“—having you or I’ll go crazy. To come this close, and then have you go. Please. I know you can have anybody you want. But you don’t know what it’s like. You can’t know—“
“What else do you want to do to my chest, Al?”
“—what it’s like. You...you...make people—“
“I asked you a question, Al.”
“Okay. I...I’m sorry. I... I want to stroke your chest with my hands. And caress your pecs. I want to use my tongue...to lick every square inch of them. I want to rub my face back and forth across them. I want to bring you to your knees by playing... with your nipples. I… and… and I want to lie face down on top of you and p-put my dick… between...b-between your pecs. And have you flex your chest. M-make your pecs bounce a-and grip my cock. Just that thought of rubbing my dick up and down between them. I wanna cum like that. I wanna feel your chest hair tickling my balls.”
“Hmm. Bounce my pecs.”
“Yes.”
“Like this?”
“Ohhhhh! No! Don’t! David stop!”
“Ok Al. I”ll give you what you want.”
“Oh thank god! Thank god. Can I straighten up n--?”
“No. Not yet. Pretty soon. Here’s what you have to do to get what you want. Are you listening?”
“Yes.”
“You’re not just gonna use that tongue on my chest. You’re gonna use it on every square inch of my body. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Yes I understand.”
“You’re gonna start on the toes of my right leg. You’re gonna suck, and lick, and kiss, and use your whole mouth to wet everything.”
“Yes.”
“And then you’ll slowly make your way up. You’re gonna take ... oh ... twenty minutes just to make it to my right hip. You’ll finish by licking the space between my leg and my balls with the tip of your tongue, but if I even think I feel that tongue going for my cock or balls, I’m gone. Is that clear?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Then you’ll do the same thing for my left leg. I want to emphasize the word “slow” again, Al.”
“I’ll go slow. I promise. I promise.”
“Then I want twenty minutes of licking my ass.”
“Oh yes!I will. I will.”
“That is, I want twenty minutes of licking the outside of my ass.”
“Okay.”
“And then I want twenty minutes of licking between my ass cheeks. Al?”
“I will. I will.”
“Then I want twenty minutes of licking my cock.”
“Can I... can I put it in my mouth?”
“I said “licking” didn’t I Al?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to do something more to my cock?”
“Oh yes. Please?”
“Well then we’ll have to talk about that after we’re through with this, wont’ we?”
“Yes. I’ll do any—“
“Then you’re going to lick my back, from my neck to my butt. I want a nice slow tongue bath.”
“Yes. Okay.”
“And then you kiss every square inch of my abs and run your tongue up and down and back and forth between the grooves, and then Al… then you can do anything… anything to my chest for as long as you want. You own it. It’s yours. You tell me what to do with it, and I’ll do it to you.”
“Oh god. Ohhhh.”
“You can stand up straight now. Look at me. Do you understand what I just said?”
“Yes.”
“Then get to work. Ah ah ah! Right leg. Right leg first.”
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