Lee B 01
“Ron????”
“Um, I’m not doing anything, Lee B.”
I mean, that space, right? That space that is created by the downward slope of a person’s buns and ends up in no man’s land, right? Which is not usually a space where a person needs a lot of sun tan lotion. But a space that felt pretty darn good to be touched, I suppose.
And when someone is laying face down in a chaise lounge chair with their closed eyes, I guess it was just easier, LOL, for Ron! I mean, if I couldn’t see him applying sun tan lotion where I didn’t ask him to rub in sun tan lotion, well, no see, no harm, no foul, right?
[Swipe, lather, swipe, insert, saw, saw, swipe, rub it in good]
“Ron, I only asked with four questions marks because it also feels like you’re forming my bottoms into a thong style bottom, which I wouldn’t mind if my buns get a little bronzed today. And I’m not calling you out, so it’s not fag, Ron.”
[Fiddle, pull, shape, fiddle, fiddle, pull, insert, pull, finger roll, fiddle, bun kiss?????]
“I mean, I’ve always had a pool, Lee B, so it makes sense that I’ve applied my fair share of sun tan lotion over time, so?”
“Hmm, I’m not really complaining, Ron, but how many guys have you applied sun tan lotion to then? And I mean like this, so?”
“Hey, Lee B, I mean, do you really count as a guy then, hmm?”
Um, hey there, folks, um, Ron may have had a point about how I don’t qualify much as a normal guy, but still, right? I mean, I know that a real girl would have the same space between the buns and thighs with a little different construction, but Ron knew all that, yet there he was, sawing and swiping away. Which, yes, yes, yes, felt great and soothing, especially with the slickness of the sun tan lotion making it all feel so effortless, but still, right? Also, does that little space have a name? And it can’t be “no man’s land” because Ron is pretty much all man and his hand was all down in there, so.
And then there was that other “no man’s land” that he kept managing to, um, find, I guess.
“Ron, you do realize that each quick little “accidental” poke has a stingy twang to it from the sun tan lotion, right?”
Which was not a lie from my side, folks. It tingled, not that Ron cared much, apparently, but things were still pretty much in no harm, no foul territory, so.
“You’re squeezing on my hand, Lee B.”
“I’m just doing what I thought you might like, Ron. Anyways, I know it’s Saturday and your buds usually stop by, so I should trot back to my house then, okay?”
“Oh, I mean, Lee B, we have a little time and Konya travesti neither of us is pitching a bitch about this, right?”
“Oh, Ron, this is a tie, for sure, but time flies when nobody is pitching a bitch, so?”
[Sting, twang, swipe, saw, saw, swipe, rub, squeeze, rub, squeeze, sting, twang]
“Hmm, I mean, Ron, I look alright in a thong style bottom, right?”
[Rub the buns, back and forth, side to side, back and forth, up and down, rub the buns]
I mean, Ron was pretty good at it and all, so. And it’s kind of hypnotizing, right? So, maybe it’s called the hypnotizing space then?
[Deep massage swipes, slippery hand slides, slippery hand swipes, rub, stingy twang, poke, poke, massage, up the hills and down the hills, rub, squeeze, back up the hills and back down the hills, stingy twang, reach under, swipe between, rub, squeeze, massage, stingy twang, massage, rub, rub]
“Hmm, hmm, oh, hmm, ooh, hmm, so soft, oh, hmm, ooh.”
Well, what the hell do you do then, hmm folks? Especially when you let things go that far, hmm? LOL, I don’t know about you, but I buried my face deeper in my arms and well, remained hypnotized by it all. I mean, other than the increased stingy twang pokes, it was still fairly no harm, no foul, LOL, I think.
“Ron?????”
[Fap, fap, fap, swipe, fap, swipe, fap, swipe, stingy twang, fap, fap]
“I’m not doing anything, Lee B, but keep your eyes buried and you know, tighten up a little.”
I mean, hypnotized people do whatever the master says all the time, right folks? It’s like in every hypnotic show, so. Besides, Ron told me to tighten up, so that was another layer of protection and it was my first time of having a possible “man” mess made on me and I was hypnotized anyways, so.
[Fap, fap, fap, stroke, stroke, ooh, sun tan lotion is good fapping lube, fap, fap, sloppy noise fap]
And my hips attempted to raise all by themselves, so.
[Makeshift thong pushed to the side]
“Ron!!!!!!”
[Pokey stingy twang, pokey stingy twang, pokey, condom roll, ooh, sunk just past the helmet]
“Ron!!!!!!”
So, listen folks, um, he held that position. He didn’t push any further in nor did he pull out any more, so he was “purple helmeting” me then? While, um, flexing and grunting and where in the hell do people learn about such sex stuff anyways?
And in full disclosure, I didn’t move either. I didn’t flex flat to remove him nor did I push back to sink him and just so it’s clear, I let Ron be my first, but seriously, I mean, I know a guy can be rubbed off, stroked Konya travestileri off and lap danced off, but by just his own grunting and flexing himself then? Huh, then, but comfortable. Quite comfortable based on the painful stories that I’ve read on Chang anyways.
[Flex, grunt, flex, grunt, flex, grunt, flex, grunt, flex, grunt, oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh, flex, flex, ahh]
So, listen folks, um, wow, my first sex was weird, but very comfortable. As a matter of fact, the weirdest part was where in the hell did his condom come from? And how did he learn to slip in on so quickly? Not that I’m complaining about having one so handy in the heat of the moment, I guess.
“Ahh, Lee B, I finally got your ass! I mean, all in private, of course, right Lee B?”
“Well, Ron, well, what the hell was that? I mean, from a comfort perspective, that was perfect, but what was that? Your “flexing and grunting” thing?”
“Hey, I saw it on Chang and it’s legit. So, I legit had your ass, Lee B.”
I mean, there are a lot of things on Chang, so.
“It also said on Chang that one of us needs to scoot away now that I finished and since this is my house and all, so? But not in shame, Lee B. I liked it and you have a nice butt. And you’re not???”
Or in there somewhere for short was that wasn’t gay, I think.
“I’m not bitching, Ron. Something like this was coming sooner or later, I suppose.”
But I knew his friends would be over soon enough and I had the man mess on me that was going to happen sooner or later, but, LOL, I wouldn’t have minded sticking around to hear how he boasted about “flexing off” his fem boy neighbor, right? I mean, just to chime in with how comfortable it really was, so.
But that wasn’t going happen since the sound of a truck engine made Ron and I scramble to get dressed, which was the simple pulling up of his swim trunks for him and the mad scramble for my pulling my tie string leisure shorts up, which wasn’t so difficult at my house, right?
[A one-sided mad scramble to dress, Ron is all “ahh” easy and stuff]
“Um, so, Ron, um, well, do condoms just stay on long enough for you to get into your bathroom then? I’m kind of new to all this. And I only peeked because I’ve haven’t saw one full before, so.”
“Ahh, or you’re wondering if all that will fit all up in there, Lee B and the answer is yes, so.”
“Well, I don’t know if we will ever have “flex sex” again, Ron, but how do you explain to your friend, Chesterfield, how the funny queer boy from next door uses your pool sometimes anyways then, hmm?”
“Oh, Travesti konya it’s just Chet and he actually gets pissed off that you don’t stick around longer.”
[Still scrambling a bit with the tank top and the hair flip]
“Oh, so???”
“Oh, he wouldn’t pass up making you scream, Lee B. Now, Lee B, do you want to reach into my swim trunks and pull the condom off of me, yes or no?”
“Ooh, um, um, um.”
I mean, good to know, right? I mean about Chesterfield and his dirty thoughts! Steer clear of his dark blue truck with black accent stripes along the bottom.
And one’s arm reaching and retracting a few times means, maybe, right?
“Boom, Chet is in the house, so let the good times roll, baby!”
“Oops, hi Chesterfield, bye Chesterfield, tee, he.”
“Oh, um, oh, well, um, you’re always running off then, Lee.”
“Lee B, obviously, Chesterfield, so.”
“Which is more reason for you to stick around, Lee B!”
“LOL, bye, Chesterfield. (Call me on bromance fishing day.)”
Which I don’t know why I said that. I mean, I think Chesterfield is the head fishing guy, so he wouldn’t be around on bromance fishing day.
Anyways, everything all happened pretty fast, so I can’t say that my buns got bronzed much, but I can say that my buns were exposed in a makeshift thong to another person and that person didn’t ask me to cover up, so not a bad moment poolside, right? And with two official forms of sex, maybe. I’m still a little confused about being “flexed”, but it was comfortable compared to the stories on Chang and the application of sun tan lotion was amazing within its self! And within my thighs helped with the heat of the moment, so.
And by the way, I later searched all over Chang and although there are variety of depths and styles, there is no such thing as the “flexing purple helmet” position. Not that I would be mad if I was labeled as the first, so.
All of which I confirmed with my Tranny friend, Dee Day, that night on the strip.
“Oh, I wish my boyfriends would “helmet flex” with me, Lee B. They all just want to get all up in there deep and tear it up and make me cry, so.”
“Even with…”
“Shut it, Lee B, even with my phat ass, it still hurts, so be thankful then.”
I mean, I was going to say “phat” instead of “fat” anyways, so.
“Oh, I have to go, Lee B, I see Ben coming up the strip and he’s horny for me all the time, so, see you, Markie!”
I mean, the logic says “stay away from Ben” then, right? Or shut it about how it hurts for short. Not to mention how hurt Ben’s SUV would be if he ran into Dee Day as he waved him down frantically in the middle of the strip. Not that Dee Day has that much ass or anything.
All which left me sitting on the strip by myself, LOL, checking on Chang survey about “flexing helmet” sex and all.
End Lee B 01