Blowjobs and Moths

I have always had a fairly irrational fear of moths. To others, moths are just curious little creatures that flutter about and do nothing but enjoy stiff, tropical breezes and eat clothing. To me they are monsters.

I remember how I used to scream and run around my parents three acre property back when I was kid – flailing my hands and throwing every object I could to try distract the moths that chased me around for hours.

One time, back when I was in middle school, I was sitting in the backseat of our Blazer – waiting for my mom to drive me to school. My mom finally opened up the driver side door and looked back at me. Her eyes nearly popped out of her head and she screamed “Oh my god!”

I turned to my left and saw a giant monarch moth (Big, dark moths that are as big as a persons outstretched hand) lying in wait right next to me face. My mom ditched the car and I started screaming and pulling at the car door, which was locked. The moth sensed my agitation and started swooping around the car. I was too panicked to unlock the door, so I threw myself over the seats and rolled out of the drivers side door – screaming and crying with terror the whole time.

I wanted to douse the car in gasoline and set it on fire. My parents wouldn’t let me. I imagine that, if we had, the moth would have somehow survived the fire and come flapping out of the ashes.

Anyways, I saw a new client yesterday. He lived in an amazing two story condo that overlooked downtown and Biscayne Bay. The guy, Gary, told me that he wanted to suck my cock while another boy that he hired, “Brad”, licked his ass.

I complied, happy that I wasn’t Brad, and let Gary suck my dick. Gary, who looked a lot like Tom Hanks, moaned around my cock and grabbed a hold of my thighs while Brad licked his ass.

“Yeah, suck my ass” Gary would say, reaching one hand around and showing Brad’s head against him.

After awhile I could tell Gary was going to cum. He licked the head of my dick a few more times and then sat up on his knees. Without even touching himself, I watched his dick pulse up and down a few times and then drool out a load of semen, which dripped down onto the bed sheets.

Brad moved around and started sucking Gary’s dick. He sucked all of the cum out of it, then sat on my legs and started sucking my cock.

I knew I wasn’t going to cum from the blowjob, so I pulled my dick out of his mouth and jacked it off until I was on the verge of cumming.

“Yeah, let me eat your cum” Brad said after I told him I was going to cum.

He put my dick back in his mouth and sucked on it until all of my cum was down his throat.

Afterwards, Gary wanted to show me and Brad his apartment. We walked around and admired the different archaic ornaments and Victorian era paintings.

Finally, we got to a big cage in the living room. Gary smiled and said “This is where I keep my moths.”

This is the scene of the movie where the camera rapidly zooms in on my terrified face while the background comes rushing in at me.

“Real moths?” I asked.

“Of course real moths” Gary said. “You think I’d keep a collection of fake moths.”

“Ha, like moth robots” I said without thinking, trying to hide my fear.

I felt a bead of sweat drip down my forehead. I looked closely at the cage and saw two white little moths flapping around, their wings brushing up against the side of the cage.

I imagined the cage falling over and Gary screaming “Run!” as the swarm of moths ripped out of the cage and flapped towards their human prey. Gary and Brad would start screaming as the moths cornered them and began eating them alive. Before my very eyes the two men would dissolve into sun bleached skeletons. Then the moths would turn around and fly towards me like Kamikaze pilots.

I snapped back into reality and saw that Gary and Brad had opened up the cage door and were handling one of the moths.

I asked for my money and then split.

Bareback sex party part II

After the sex was finished, the young kid put on a pair of jeans and asked me if I wanted a cigarette.

He and I walked outside onto the motel balcony. The kid perched himself up onto the rusted railing while I squatted against the wall and flicked open my lighter. I watched the tip of my cigarette smolder and then I tossed my lighter to the kid.

I watched him curl over the lighter like a question mark. He looked a lot like me – blond hair, skinny, tan skin, prominent tan lines hiding beneath his boxers.

He exhaled and looked over at me with his big eyes that were stamped with white rectangles of light. I asked him what his name was.

“Andrew” he said, “Hurricane Andrew. You?”

“1938 Long Island Express” I said, making reference to a hurricane that New England back when my grandma was having gay sex in motel rooms.

Andrew didn’t laugh, so I said “Cyrus. Tropical depression Cyrus.”

Andrew still didn’t laugh and I felt stupid.

“Whats your story” I said, trying to fill the void but also trying to satisfy my avid curiosity.

“Well” he started, “names Andrew and I’m 16. I was born and raised here. I live with foster parents, but I’m gonna be leaving soon. I switch all the fucking time. Ummmm – I like drinking, partying and fucking.”

I watched his lips blabber back and fourth and felt my dick growing harder with every word.

We both smashed our cigarettes to death and then threw their papery bodies out into parking lot. Then we walked back into the room.

More guys were fucking, and I felt nervous. I decided to sit down in a chair and watch the action. I was afraid that if I got involved I might end up having bareback sex.

Andrew walked up to two people that were fucking and sat on the carpet next to them. The big, militant guy from before was already back in action – fucking another young looking guy with black hair doggy style. Andrew bit and licked at the meat of the dark haired kids ass as it was getting fucked – then pushed at the militants guys stomach so that he would lean back and pull out. The militant guy did, and Andrew moved right in and started sucking his bare cock. I watched him shove the entire thing down his throat and then twist his head back and fourth like a cock sucking pro.

Even in my profession I have never seen someone suck cock so confidently, and he was a sophomore in high school.

The militant guy stuck his cock back in the dark haired kids ass for a few more seconds, then pulled it out and let Andrew suck on it again.

The militant guy held onto Andrews head and started fucking his face. Finally he yelled that he was gonna cum and I watched him unload into Andrews mouth.

“I fucking love cum” Andrew said when the cock popped out of his mouth. A few lines of cum rolled out of Andrews lips. He swung his tongue around and swallowed every bit of the guys seed.

Needless to say, I was so turned on watching Andrew that I thought I was going to vaporize. My dick ached because it was so full of blood.

Andrew crawled over towards me on all fours and looked up at me with his teenage eyes and said “I want to drink your cum.”

I looked at at the ceiling and pondered my choice. I feared Andrew was swimming with STD’s. I imagined him saying “somethings happening to me..” as his eyes became black holes and his body collapsed into a pile of squirming germs.

I decided the risk was small with oral sex, so I let him pull down my zipper and whip out my cock.

“Mmmm, tasy” he said as he started nibbling on the tip.

He started sucking me off with as much skills as Jeff Palmer. He rolled his tongue around it as it moved in and out of his mouth – covering my whole dick in warm, gooey spit.

One of the guys from earlier who had brought me to the party kneeled down behind Andrew and pulled down his Jeans. He smacked Andrews ass and then buried his face into it. Andrew gasped when the guys tongue first touched his ass – and he spat put my dick for a few seconds and turned around to watch the guy from behind eat his ass.

Before I knew it, the guy had his pants down and he was rubbing his dick up and down Andrews ass.

Andrew dipped his back and asked him to stick it in.

The guy complied and stuck his raw cock into Andrews ass. The ass fucking started off fast and heavy, and Andrew barely had enough breathe to finish sucking my cock.

I was so turned on I exploded before I had time to stop myself. Andrew sucked at my cock and slurped up all my cum. I told him it was too sensitive, but he kept licking at my dick until I pulled myself away.

Andrew put his face down to the ground and started focusing on the ass pounding he was getting from behind.

I watched with vague post-cumming interest and then zipped up my pants and walked out the door into the night.

I looked at my watch and saw that only 30 minutes had passed since I first entered the motel.

I skipped off into the horizon, waiting for the sun to rise so that I could watch re-runs of Dr. Phil.

Bareback sex party part 1

Thump a Chuh Thump a Chuh Thump a Chuh

I was feeling drunker than I had been in a long time, and the music sounded fucking awesome. I was by myself (as my friends had abandoned my word slurring ass hours earlier) and I was dancing around the club with an untouchable smile. I swirled my hands and clapped my hands, trying to make a visual spactacle out of the meaningless music.

I found a stage box at one end of the floor and jumped up on top of it. I looked across the swirling sea that was my throbbing audience and started yelling “Fuck me! Please, somebody, fuck me!”

My voice was but the flap of a mosquito’s wings against the booming music.

I got off of the box and felt hands grab my body from all different sides. I was about to collapse to the floor and yell “One at a time!” – but before I had the chance I turned around and saw that there were just two men, dressed almost identically, who were doing all of the touching.

“Come back with us” the taller one said. “We’ll fuck you.”

I thought about reciting “I’m not s’pposed to tark to stangers” in a deep, southern drawl, but decided against it.

I followed the men outside and accepted a cigaratte from one of the guys as we walked a good distance south down Ocean Blvd.

The two men escorted me up a flight of stairs and finally opened a door that led into a hotel room. Inside there must have been atleast nine or ten guys – all of them fucking, sucking and rimming each other.

My eyes opened up wide and I accidentally blurted out the wimpy surprise phrase “Oh my goodness!”

I walked inside and stood in the corner of the room, unsure of what to do.

The two guys that had escorted me over turned me around and pointed their erect dicks at me.

“Suck our cocks” the taller, more handsome one said.

I looked down at their cocks and then flicked one of the throbbing members with my index finger. Then I winked and looked away.

Right in front of me a guy was getting his ass plowed. I mean fucking PLOWED! It was hard to believe that he was older than 18 – more likely he was 16 or 17. He had curly blond hair, a a tan body and braces on his teeth. I watched as the guy above him fucked him doggystyle.

“Yeah, you like that?” the militant guy above him said as he grabbed the kids hair. “Yeah, I like fucking your tight little ass.”

The action was so hot that I almost jizzed right there.

I investigated a little further and realized the militant guy wasn’t wearing a condom. I could see his naked dick thrusting in and out like a jackammer.

The militant guy noticed me and pointed at a spot next to the guy he was fucking and lifted up his eyebrows. I could tell he was saying “Want me to fuck you next?”

I wanted him to fuck me oh so badly, but not unprotected, so I waved my hand.

The militant guys neck started bulging with big, blue veins as he fucked the school boy below him. Finally he yelled “Yeah, I’m gonna fill you up.”

He pumped himself a few more times and then pulled out his cock. I watched all of the spermies shoot out of his cock onto the ass of the kid. Then he shoved his cock in one last time.

He pulled it out a final time and let the kid turn himself around. The militant guy was on his knees and held the head of the kid while he rotated – then he pushed the kids blond head into his dick so that he could suck out all of the remaining cum that his ass didn’t take.

The militant guys dick was big and thick – and the post anal sex blow job made it look even better, all gleaming with beads of spit in the dirty hotel room lights.

To be continued…I have too much homework to finish this story now. I’ve been dying to tell the story just right.

Buisness has been bad lately

Business has been bad lately. It’s my fault, not the fault of that damn invisible hand in supply and demand. I have been avoiding the calls of all prospective clients, and the only one I made plans with ended up scaring me away through his text messages.

“Hope you’re ready to have your bare hole licked =)”

That text wasn’t so bad, although putting a smiley face at the end was a little Dahmeristic.

“Lick lick lick – every last drop of your cum =)”

The above text I found a little more unsettling.

“I won’t want to let you go. I’m gonna wanna fuck you forever =)”

This one was the deal breaker. I was imagining this guy fucking my skeleton and then dressing my bones up and parading them around his house.

“Would you like some tea, Mr. Skeleton? Answer me!!” he says as he shakes my bleached bones apart.

So I didn’t respond to any further messages from that particular airline pilot.

I’ve been feeling a little depressed lately, and I think my job might have something to do with it. Luckily for you, this blog is not a typical blog. I am not going to go into some long, introspective, opening sequence of Sex and the City type tirade where I ask myself questions like “Can one truly be happy and an escort” and “What is happiness?”

My sex life hasn’t been too active lately. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned him on here, but the only guy I have been seeing consistently as of late is a guy named Moses. Unlike the biblical character, however, this Moses is 29 years old, slightly overweight and not especially confident or charismatic. He is good looking in a certain sense, though. His arms and his back are tan, smooth and muscular and his hair is dark as charcoal.

I only like seeing him because, as he says, “you own me.” The guy lets me walk all over him.

So, whenever I hang out at his place, we sit in his bed and I watch some vintage 90’s TV show on his computer while he massages me and sucks my cock. He gives decent blow jobs, but I can’t cum from them.

I’ve never been a big fan of blowjobs. I mean, they’re better than doing my homework, but thats about it.

Sometime I’ll make him fuck me. “Fuck me!” I command, and he goes right ahead and fucks me until I cum all over myself. Sometimes I let him cum, but I hate the way his face looks when he does, so I usually try and avoid it.

Moses says he wants me to cum in his mouth. I’ve tried to cum from his cock sucking, but haven’t. So the last time we were together I jacked myself off while he licked my ass and balls.

Finally I got close and I said “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Moses grabbed my cock out of my hands and shoved it as far down his throat as he could.

It felt good but he wasn’t moving it, so I yelled “Suck on it!”

He withdrew his head and started sucking on it as hard as he could. My eyes rolled up as I exploded in his mouth. I could feel my warm cum and his spit all over the head of my dick.

I looked down and I saw some strings of sperm drip out of his lips and down my cock.

Then he swallowed it and licked away the rest of the cum on my dick and in my pubes. Then he sucked on my cock one last time until I couldn’t stand the unbearable sensitivity.

It was better than doing my homework.

When dates are ugly, tell them to fuck off

Edouard told me that he liked to make love, not have sex. He wasn’t into fucking and clucking- he wanted a guy who would go slowly and caress his “sensitive nipples and sensitive skin.”

His phone voice was hot, so I had no worries. I imagined him as a dark-haired Don Juan – the kind of guy who only hired escorts because he didn’t know what to do with the rest of his money.

We were supposed to meet in between two of my classes.

In my math class before our appointment, I tapped my foot hesitantly. Usually I am talkative in my courses, but this semester I’ve been quiet as a Ficus tree. I was wearing glasses, rolled up jean pants and a white collared shirt. Dorky would be the most fitting adjective. The entire class probably assumes I’m shy, awkward and innocent. They watch me tap my foot and think that I’m lightly kicking the popularity gods for failing to protect me. Truth is I was vividly recalling the night when Steak (my former flame that sizzled out into a wet asshole) licked my…asshole.

After class I skipped off to my apartment and started preparing for my date. I was given only a few minutes before Edouard called me – he was already downstairs. Yikes! I didn’t have time to do anything, so I grabbed a pair of boxers and let him into my apartment.

Edouard was nothing like I had imagined. He was short, old, spindly and deeply, deeply ugly. I let him shuffle right past me before I could think up an excuse.

In my living room he immediately undressed down into his briefs. The moment his flesh was exposed I heard a faint cracking sound as every piece of reflecting glass in the apartment broke.

I was afraid he wanted to get right down to business and “dip into my dip n’ dots”, but instead he said he wanted to take a shower.

I had to draw the line with this guy. The prospect of fucking him made me shiver in terror – so I decided to think up a plan while I shaved my face.

Edouard showered his scrawny, wrinkley body while I ran the sharp razor over my frail skin. As I often do, I ended up nicking myself on the cheek. The tiny little cut gave rise to a tiny little speck of blood – about the size of a fragment of fog.

Edouard stepped out of the shower and looked at my face. Then he walked past me, marched into my room and sat on my bed. Oh, the nerve of this guy! He never felt the need to ask if he could enter any room, he just went ahead and did it.

We were in my room, and I was planning on faking a phone call, when Eduoard said to me, with his eyes down on the floor, “maybe you don’t want to do this?”

“Huh? What does that mean?” I responded.

“The cut on your face, its bleeding and it’s not going to go away. I have a wife – I can’t take risks.”

“Oh” I said, feeling an immense sense of relief – which quickly festered into irritation and anger, “Well then you can go. Believe me, I don’t need you.”

“Okay” he said as he gathered his belongings.

I burped as loud as I could and then started laughing as I left the room to grab myself something to drink in the kitchen. I imagined his shriveled little hands slithering their way through my drawers, so I walked back into my room with a carton of milk in my hand and said “I’m so glad I cut myself. I’ve fucked some ugly people before, but let me say, you, my friend, are the ugliest person I have ever met.”

Edouard kept his eyes down as he put on his pants and fastened his belt. At one point his eyes darted up towards mine and he said “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Baby!” I laughed, “I’m not your baby. The only thing that would ever put someone like you and someone like me in the same room is money – and lots of it. I mean a fuck load of money!”

Edouard didn’t look as uncomfortable as I wanted him to be, so I continued – “Do you think I like fucking guys like you? Do you think it gets me off when an old man puts his wrinkly hands on me?!”

He zipped up his pants and I burst out laughing – “And you’re dick looks like Christmas tree light! I bet your wife has been craving a real cock ever since you got married. It’s an eeney weeney little baby!” I said with a high pitched voice as I pinched my fingers together and closed one eye to emphasize its tininess.

“I’m sorry, Papi” he said to me in a semi-desperate way. I could tell he was afraid of me. He thought I might just pull out a knife and hack off his little Christmas ornament.

“Get the fuck out of here” I finally yelled. “You come over, use my shower and pay me nothing? Get the fuck out of here!”

I grabbed his clothes and threw them at my front door. Edouard ran to the door like a little Lemur, picked up his bundle of clothes and jumped out the door.

I looked down at the floor and saw that he had dropped one of his shoes on the way out. I smiled a big toothy smile and waited for the inevitable knock. Only a few seconds passed before the yummy thuds swirled into my ears.

I saw Edouard peeking through the window, so I walked up and pulled open the blinds. I moved his shoe back and forth like a tempting desert, then shoved the tip of it down my sinkhole and turned on the garbage disposal. Truth be told I couldn’t fit the damn shoe down the drain far enough, so it wasn’t getting torn apart, but that didn’t matter. I looked back up and saw nothing through the foggy window. My Don Juan had fled.

Then I cackled, jumped onto my broomstick and shot out the ceiling into the sky – off to drink the blood of orphans and ugly, old people.

Barely sixteen and my dealer is fucking me – oh my!

Griffin and I were at a small party a few years ago on the sixth floor of a building that overlooked the entire city of Paris. Griffin was the guy I liked at the time – he was a preppy, well mannered, good looking college student who seemed to be in a perpetually good mood. I, on the other hand, didn’t pay any attention to my clothes or hair, had horrendous table manners and was a morbid complainer.

Earlier in the evening, he and I had discussed hurricane Katrina.

“The hurricane weakened a lot before it made landfall” I said. “I kind of wish it hadn’t so people could have gotten better footage of the winds.”

Griffin gave me a weird look. “Well” I continued, “I don’t wish that there had been more destruction (although secretly I sort of did), I just wish that there had been better films of it.”

So, we were at the party and Griffin was engaging people with his fast moving hands that swung around a glass of champagne and a partially smoked cigarette while I sat down by myself and stared straight ahead at a fire poker. It was right then that Griffin brought me into the conversation.

“So” he started, “Cyrus was telling me earlier that he wished Katrina had been stronger when it hit New Orleans – and I said to him ‘why don’t you keep those tornadoes with you over in Florida!’”

“Hurricanes” I corrected but went unheard in the roar of laughter.

“Hurricanes” I said again. Everyone looked at me as the last few chuckles shrugged out of their shoulders. “It was hurricane Katrina, not tornado Katrina.”

“Tomato – Tamato” said Griffin as he turned around to begin a new conversation with a well dressed whore.

“No, they are completely different” I continued. Everyone turned back around towards me with looks of irritation.

“Hurricanes are large scale, non-frontal, warm core cyclones that cover hundreds if not thousands of miles and form over the ocean. Tornadoes are small, intense vortexes that occur most frequently in the Great Plains.”

“Oh, thanks for the tidbit” joked Griffin.

My eyes narrowed as I stared into his pupils -“That’s it, you mother fucker. I’m out of here.”

I chugged the last few bits of my glass of wine, grabbed a handful of crackers and cheese slices from the table and stormed out of the building and made the two mile walk to my dealers’ apartment.

“Please!” I yelled after I had been invited inside, “I can take out more cash tomorrow. The card is blocked right now because I overdrew.”

My dealer, Eddie, waved his finger back and fourth.

Eddie was a good looking guy. He looked sexy and trashy – two things that compliment each other like cereal and milk. He had messy brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a thick body. He was taller than me, stronger than me, and only a few years older than my sixteen year old self.

I could tell Eddie liked me – not in a romantic way, but in a pound-out-the-veal and run kind of way.

“Well, can I stay here for now? The subway is closed for another two hours” I said.

He smiled and said yes.

I sat down with him on a big, ugly couch and asked him again if he could front me a few pills. This time he didn’t say no – instead he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down onto the couch so that I was lying on my back. Then he ran his tongue up my cheek like a dog and unbuttoned the lower part of my shirt. Then he looked down and pulled my pants away from my stomach so that he could see my dick.

“Go take a shower” he said, “and get your body and ass real clean. Then we will work something out.”

I showered like he told me to and then came back into the room – clutching a towel over my cock. I wasn’t sexually experienced at the time and I felt nervous being naked around him.

He walked over, grabbed my cock through the wadded up towel and pointed over to a desk with two powdered lines on it.

I took down both of the lines and then fell back into the chair as the drug rush circled its way through my veins like a bullet through a twisty straw.

Eddie laughed at my demise as he picked me up and threw me back down on the couch. He pulled my legs apart and started sucking my cock – which became hard in his mouth.

“Nice dick” he said. “I bet you have a nice ass too.” He pushed my legs up so that my knees were on my chest. I looked down at him with my sleepy eyes as he ran his fingers from the base of my dick to my ass. Then he leaned in to lick my balls.

I was high as a kite but I loved the way he was making me feel. I had never had another person touch my ass before. I hadn’t known that it was such an erogenous hole.

Eddie sucked on my balls like a wild animal – chewing them in his mouth and running his whole tongue up and down them like he was starved of my cum.

Then he bit and licked with the same ferocity as he moved down below my balls to my ass. He pulled my ass apart as far as he could and sucked and licked viciously until my cock had oozed out pools of pre-cum onto my stomach.

“I like your ass” he said with a satanic smile. “I want to fuck it.”

He grabbed a handful of lotion and rubbed it all over his naked cock. The he put the remaining lotion on my ass and pushed some of it inside me with his fingers.

He grabbed a hold of my feet and got down onto his knees so his cock and my ass were aligned. I still had yet to say a single word. I wasn’t sure if I was being raped or not. I was being raped in the sense that I don’t think he would have stopped if I had told him to, but I also wanted him to fuck me real bad.

I looked at a mirror on the other side of the room and got a good look at Eddie’s ass. It was nice and well shaped, with indents on both sides that reflected hours of work at the gym. I wanted to watch his ass move back and forth like an animals as he fucked me.

He grabbed his dick and bit his lower lip as he pushed it into me. For a few seconds I thought that it was in me and I thought “that wasn’t hard!” but then it really did slip in and I convulsed with pain and asked him to take it out.

“No, just give it a second” he said.

“No, please Ed, it really hurts, Take it out and try it again. Please.”

He smiled but didn’t move. My ass spasmed and shot waves of pain through my body for over a minute as Eddie remained motionless.

Then I stopped tensing up and Eddie began fucking me. I remember disliking the feeling of him fucking me but getting off on the idea of having a nice cock inside of me. I could feel him deep inside of me, all the way down until I felt his balls and pubic hair press against my ass.

Eddie grabbed a hold of my hamstrings and started massaging them as he fucked me. To this day I practically orgasm whenever someone touches me there.

After only a few seconds of sex Eddie pulled out and pushed me to the side so that I was again lying on my back. He sat on top of my chest and asked me to suck his cock.

I briefly thought about how that cock had just been in my ass, but decided to ignore the worry and suck on it. Luckily, it tasted like cock and lotion and nothing more.

I sucked on his big dick while he moved his hips backwards and forwards. After a few minutes he said “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cum. Suck on it harder. Oh yeah, that’s it. Mmmmm. Fuck yes!”

My mouth filled up with seed as he fucked my face. He closed his eyes at the tail end of the orgasm and grabbed my head firmly so that that he could pump all the rest of his sperm into my throat.

Eddie didn’t move after he had finished – instead he sat still on top of me with his cock still in my mouth. I opened my mouth and let all of the semen run down my chin and onto my neck.

Then I went home and ate some cheese.

Gay Sex with Mickey Mouse

So Mickey Mouse shows up at my apartment, drunk and smoking a menthol cigarette. He knocked on the back door a few times with his tiny, gloved hand until I yelled “Alright Alright!” and opened up the door.

He looked back and fourth nervously a few times and then grinned a big, fake smile -“Huh huh – Hi ya Cyrus!”

I thought of something to say and then responded with “This is my humble abode.” It made little sense in the context.

“Oh gee!” he said nervously as he took one last, long drag from his Kool cigarette. It was right then that I suspected that he was on drugs – probably a dangerous concoction of uppers to wake up, downers to go to sleep, and dissasociatives to forget about his sexless relationship with Minnie, the whore who everyone knows fucks married men.

I waved my hand in and Mickey followed, closing the door as he entered my cool, immaculate apartment.

“Huh huh – well I guess we need to get down to business” Mickey said hesitantly.

“Absolutely” I said, “make yourself comfortable.”

We both walked into my room. I took off my shirt and sat on the bed. Mickey paced back and fourth, his little tail swinging back and forth like a snake being stabbed with a stick. He looked agitated and strung out in the bright lights of my room, so I turned down all but one soft, orange light. Mickey was still far from fuckable in the low light, but he looked better than before.

“So, Mickey, what do you wanna do?”

“Well, uh, I don’t know. What do you like ta do?”

I licked my lips as I leaned forward to untie the drawstring on my pants. “I like getting my ass rimmed, I like sucking cock and I like getting fucked by mice like you.”

“Oh!” Mickey said in his irritatingly high voice, “well, why don’t you turn over and lie down on your stomach.”

I gave him a quick smirk and then rolled over. I closed my eyes and waited for his touch.

It started off with his little “hands” on my ass. He massaged the meat of my butt for a minute and then pulled my cheeks apart. I felt his little pink tongue flicking its way into my ass crack. I moaned from the glorious sensation and gripped a hold of the bed sheets.

“Mmmmm, that feels good Mickey. I never knew mice where so talented with their tongues.”

I felt Mickey let out a quick little giggle into my asshole. Then he licked it a few more times as he slid his hands up my back.

“What did ya say ya like guys to do to ya?” Mickey asked, though he already knew the answer.

“Fuck me” I charged. “Fuck me and make me cum really good.”

Mickey grabbed my ass and pushed me forward with his knees so that my ass was up in the air.

“Huh huh – well I’ll fuck ya real good, ya hear? I’ll fuck ya and I’ll make ya cum.”

I wasn’t sure what kind of penis to expect. Would it look human? Would it be long and snaky like and elephants schlong or disgusting and stubby like a turtle cock. I was still pondering over this when I felt him stab his way into my ass. His dick was surprisingly big – bigger than many of my human clients.

“Mmmmm, that feels good. Yeah, come on, Mickey, fuck me.”

Mickey grunted and reached his little white gloved hands around my hips so that he could leverage himself better into me. I reached one hand forward to support myself against the bed post and jacked myself off with the other as he pounded away at my ass. The harder he fucked me, the better it felt. Eventually the sex reached a point where my ass was radiating out nothing but oozy, warm pleasure.

I felt an orgasm coming and grit my teeth in preparation for the waves of pleasure.

“Oh yeah, you’re making me cum, mouse” I cooed as the warm jizz squirted out of my dick onto the bed sheets.

Mickey started squeeking as he fucked me harder and harder. Then he let out one final, window shatteringly loud squeek as he unloaded into my ass. Then he pulled out of me and licked my well fucked ass a few times with his nice, soft tongue.

Then Mickey left my house and I wondered what cleaning product would best clean the semen out of my bed sheets.