First, i must appologize for how long this took. And, it's not finished but I don't think it'll be too long. :)
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Douglas was bored. B-O-R-E-D. Bored.
So bored in fact that his thoughts tended to get. a. period. after. each. letter. Which was annoying to say the least. These thoughts circled about in his head like a plane waiting for a spot at a particularly busy airport. And, let's just say that Air Control was not helping. All he could think about was sex. But even just the thought of sex was boring.
And then, it hit him. He and Martin hadn't finished playing the game "Simon Say's". Which led him to more dense and highly suggestive thoughts of all the stuff he could get Martin to do just for the sake of the game.
And right on queue; Martin stepped out of the bathroom. A blood red towel draped along his hip bones, which jutted out at weird angles because Martin was so goddamned thin; his man-with-a-van job, however, lent muscle to the thinness and it looked slightly more natural than the POW look he'd sported a few months before he got his father's van.
"Simon Say's..." Douglas smirked, not caring at the moment about how pale Martin's skin was, or how thin or muscular the boy is. Martin is naked and wet and Douglas want's sex and he want's it with Martin.
"What, what, what?" Martin stuttered and shook his head. His hair took on a deep red glow thanks to the water.
"Simon say's drop the towel," Douglas finished, because he wanted Martin naked. Coverings of any sort was the first thing to go when two people were about to have sex. Honestly, Martin should be catching on by now.
Martin blinked. Hesitated, but then dropped the towel. It flopped to the floor like a dead fish out of water. Which is the first step to a great fish dinner. A dead fish. Douglas smiled and pushed thoughts of dead fish out the door.
He had Martin standing there, wide eyed, naked! nakednakednakednaked...!
There needed to be more exclamation points for this. Like three hundred thousand. That would look odd on paper though so his inner thoughts had to settle for the one. Still. Martin. And. Naked. And. so not bored.
"Why are you trying to humiliate me?" Martin asked. He'd forgotten his pajama's and was simply going to get them and then return to the bath room to change.
Douglas smiled; "Trust me," he winked. Martin pursed his lips. It was a bad thing when Douglas winked and said those two words because usually it meant Martin was going to be humiliated.
"Simon say's to answer this question seriously and honestly, have you ever had sex with a man before?" and now Martin was obligated to do as Simon said. He huffed air like dragon with a sinus infection.
"Yes,"
Douglas' eyes lit up.
"Simon say's to come and sit on the bed," he waved at his bed and sat up so that he lent against the head bored. Martin muttered curses under his breath as he took a seat on the end of the bed.
"Simon say's indian style," Douglas continued with a smirk. This was awesome. All the control he had over Martin thanks to a simple game. If couples in the BDSM department were looking for a way to spruce up their sex life, this was it!
Damn, that needed like two of those exclamation point things. Douglas sighed to himself. It wouldn't look good on paper, but fuck that shit, this was more exciting than listening in on Carolyn explaining the birds and the bees to Arthur!!!
SCORE! Three of those fuckers!!!!
"Douglas, you seem distracted," Martin snapped his fingers in front of his co-pilot. Douglas came back with a simple blink of his eyes and smiled wider.
"Simon say's to touch yourself on the balls," Douglas continued as if the five second freeze hadn't happened at all.
Martin licked his lips and looked down. Douglas' cock was tenting his pants and Martin was naked - well, okay he knew that all ready but his mind still hadn't gotten over that fact at all - and there was his penis, all ready half hard and begging for more and...well...why not?
Martin started kneading his balls gently. They rolled about in his fingers and his cock slowly grew to its full length. Douglas moaned as he watched Martin fondle those smooth balls.
"Simon say's to grip your cock, and give your self two long slides of the hand," Douglas said, almost a whisper but it seemed to echo in the sudden silence. Martin whimpered and did so. He counted to ten seconds on each of the two passes he was allowed.
"Simon say's stop," Douglas was smirking.
Martin took a deep breath. He wasn't sure what Douglas was up too but he couldn't deny that he wanted to go there with Douglas. He didn't feel humiliated. It was a mutual game. He could pull out whenever he wanted and Douglas might be miffed at him about it, but he wouldn't force the issue.
"Simon say's to undo my trousers," Douglas winked to soften the order.
Martin rolled his eyes but lent forward to do so.
"Simons say's....to take out my cock and kiss the head," Douglas ordered.
"Now you're just using the game," Martin did as he was told. It was odd to lean forward in the position his legs were in, he was so far from Douglas that he had to stretch in order to kiss the top of Douglas' firm, long and thick cock. It was one of those cocks people talked about. The sort that felt good going in just as it did going out. It was one of those cocks that got into the Cock Hall of Fame and was number one Cock in all the Cock Weekly magazines.
Martin snickered at his own thoughts; now, how many more times could he use cock in place of other words? honestly, he was far too horny to play games. But, it was quite exciting to give up control to Douglas.
Simon Say's 1/?
And, it's not finished but I don't think it'll be too long. :)
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Douglas was bored. B-O-R-E-D. Bored.
So bored in fact that his thoughts tended to get. a. period. after. each. letter. Which was annoying to say the least. These thoughts circled about in his head like a plane waiting for a spot at a particularly busy airport. And, let's just say that Air Control was not helping. All he could think about was sex. But even just the thought of sex was boring.
And then, it hit him. He and Martin hadn't finished playing the game "Simon Say's".
Which led him to more dense and highly suggestive thoughts of all the stuff he could get Martin to do just for the sake of the game.
And right on queue; Martin stepped out of the bathroom. A blood red towel draped along his hip bones, which jutted out at weird angles because Martin was so goddamned thin; his man-with-a-van job, however, lent muscle to the thinness and it looked slightly more natural than the POW look he'd sported a few months before he got his father's van.
"Simon Say's..." Douglas smirked, not caring at the moment about how pale Martin's skin was, or how thin or muscular the boy is. Martin is naked and wet and Douglas want's sex and he want's it with Martin.
"What, what, what?" Martin stuttered and shook his head. His hair took on a deep red glow thanks to the water.
"Simon say's drop the towel," Douglas finished, because he wanted Martin naked. Coverings of any sort was the first thing to go when two people were about to have sex. Honestly, Martin should be catching on by now.
Martin blinked. Hesitated, but then dropped the towel. It flopped to the floor like a dead fish out of water. Which is the first step to a great fish dinner. A dead fish. Douglas smiled and pushed thoughts of dead fish out the door.
He had Martin standing there, wide eyed, naked! nakednakednakednaked...!
There needed to be more exclamation points for this. Like three hundred thousand. That would look odd on paper though so his inner thoughts had to settle for the one. Still. Martin. And. Naked. And. so not bored.
"Why are you trying to humiliate me?" Martin asked. He'd forgotten his pajama's and was simply going to get them and then return to the bath room to change.
Douglas smiled; "Trust me," he winked. Martin pursed his lips. It was a bad thing when Douglas winked and said those two words because usually it meant Martin was going to be humiliated.
"Simon say's to answer this question seriously and honestly, have you ever had sex with a man before?" and now Martin was obligated to do as Simon said. He huffed air like dragon with a sinus infection.
"Yes,"
Douglas' eyes lit up.
"Simon say's to come and sit on the bed," he waved at his bed and sat up so that he lent against the head bored. Martin muttered curses under his breath as he took a seat on the end of the bed.
"Simon say's indian style," Douglas continued with a smirk. This was awesome. All the control he had over Martin thanks to a simple game. If couples in the BDSM department were looking for a way to spruce up their sex life, this was it!
Damn, that needed like two of those exclamation point things. Douglas sighed to himself. It wouldn't look good on paper, but fuck that shit, this was more exciting than listening in on Carolyn explaining the birds and the bees to Arthur!!!
SCORE! Three of those fuckers!!!!
"Douglas, you seem distracted," Martin snapped his fingers in front of his co-pilot. Douglas came back with a simple blink of his eyes and smiled wider.
"Simon say's to touch yourself on the balls," Douglas continued as if the five second freeze hadn't happened at all.
Martin licked his lips and looked down. Douglas' cock was tenting his pants and Martin was naked - well, okay he knew that all ready but his mind still hadn't gotten over that fact at all - and there was his penis, all ready half hard and begging for more and...well...why not?
Martin started kneading his balls gently. They rolled about in his fingers and his cock slowly grew to its full length. Douglas moaned as he watched Martin fondle those smooth balls.
"Simon say's to grip your cock, and give your self two long slides of the hand," Douglas said, almost a whisper but it seemed to echo in the sudden silence. Martin whimpered and did so. He counted to ten seconds on each of the two passes he was allowed.
"Simon say's stop," Douglas was smirking.
Martin took a deep breath. He wasn't sure what Douglas was up too but he couldn't deny that he wanted to go there with Douglas. He didn't feel humiliated. It was a mutual game. He could pull out whenever he wanted and Douglas might be miffed at him about it, but he wouldn't force the issue.
"Simon say's to undo my trousers," Douglas winked to soften the order.
Martin rolled his eyes but lent forward to do so.
"Simons say's....to take out my cock and kiss the head," Douglas ordered.
"Now you're just using the game," Martin did as he was told. It was odd to lean forward in the position his legs were in, he was so far from Douglas that he had to stretch in order to kiss the top of Douglas' firm, long and thick cock. It was one of those cocks people talked about. The sort that felt good going in just as it did going out. It was one of those cocks that got into the Cock Hall of Fame and was number one Cock in all the Cock Weekly magazines.
Martin snickered at his own thoughts; now, how many more times could he use cock in place of other words? honestly, he was far too horny to play games. But, it was quite exciting to give up control to Douglas.