y notes. At one point I just started writing the Lord’s Prayer over and ain, and then I sidered drawing a quick sketch of his dick, but before I could, I felt something on my neck. Eyes.
I looked up and his dark brown eyes were staring right at me through his glasses.
“It’s obvious you are,” he stated, tinuing to stroke his girthy dick.
“What is?” I replied somewhat indignantly, knowing somewhat (but not wholly) what he was implying.
“That yay.”
I hate being called out as “obviously gay.” It’s not that it implies anythiive about me; no, being gay is the best; fuyone who says otherwise…I just hate that anyone else look at a person and assume that a certain number of physical traits are enough to identify a homosexual. Stereotyping makes me shiver. And for the briefest moment, I was eurned off by little Andrew and I could feel my blood slowing down a bit, until he placed his hand right on my dick.
“You’re throbbing penis tells it all. It says it better than any words could say.”
Oh, that’s what he m― My thought was interrupted when he squeezed it a little bit.
I lurched forward a bit in my seat, physically trying to catch the breath that had just bee very disoriented and tripped out of my mouth before it could even mao fully enter my lungs.
“Holy fuck,” I wheezed.
He looked right into my eyes and gave me a nasty, boyish smile before he grabbed my left hand and placed it on his right thigh.
“If you want to, you touch it, but at a price.”
“What?” I said, sounding like I had just gone for a jog.
“You’ll let me fuck you ioilet back there, right now.”
I paused.
“No. I ’t do that. Two of my colleagues are back there - “
“Last time I went back there, they were asleep.”
“And this is all so unprofessional. I shouldn’t have eve you pull that thing out o me.”
“But you did.”
I paused again, and stared at it, still pulsing.
“You know you wan