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CANDY
Title: Slick
From Candy Boys (Blog serial)
Their bodies are moving together, broad chests slick with sweat, muscular arms around each other, their cocks rubbing against each other.
“You boys like that?” I move my hand over their bare, tight asses and scoot closer so that I can stroke up a sinewy back, a padded shoulder. “Now kiss.”
J-Two grips his lover’s scruffy jaw and slams their mouths together.
Oh yeah. I slip my hands between their bodies, find their cocks and stroke them as they kiss, their panting breaths filling the room. I stroke them good and hard until they can’t take anymore and come, writhing on the bed, their cum pooling between them.
Damn, that was sexy…
“Honey, your dad doesn’t fuck me properly.”
As an opening act to one’s day, this one surely takes the prize.
Only it’s not the first time my mom has done this to me. Her only daughter. She never thinks of the marks she’s leaving. I’m traumatized for life.
“Mom, I don’t want to know if Dad is good or bad in bed, okay?”
“Oh, honey, if he was good, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Sometimes I wonder how we manage to have you. He barely plays with me beforehand, and doesn’t even check if I’m moist before—”
“Mom. Stop.” I’m not feeling so good. I might puke.
“You should find a man who can satisfy you sexually, baby. And if one is not enough, then more. Sex is important.”
A burning flush spreads over my face. “Can’t you give me any normal motherly advice, Mom? You know, to start my day?”
Instead of advising me to do the one thing I want but shouldn’t want? She’s very cool for a mom, granted. Maybe a bit too cool. But there are limits to what a girl can take first thing in the morning.
“Okay. Motherly advice.” She sounds uncertain. She’s on shaky ground here. “Um. Here goes. Are you listening?”
“Yes, Mom, I’m taking notes. You can speak anytime now.”
“Okay. Don’t forget to eat your breakfast. Most important meal of the day, except if you wake up late, of course. Then you can skip to lunch. Oh and eat fiber, it’s good for bowel movement.” A pause. “How am I doing?”
“Awesome,” I sigh and close my eyes.
At least we’re not talking about my dad’s sexual prowess—or lack thereof—anymore.
Win.
***
A shitty morning is a fitting start to a shitty week, as I discover. Book shipments arrive scrambled, the books torn and bent—and they are by Cynthia Sax, Stephanie Witter and JA Huss! This sucks so bad. Readers will be so sad.
Donna is in a craptastic mood, and I don’t know if it’s PMS or menopause—asking her will probably not improve anything.
Plus, Jethro hasn’t sent an application for the job—shocker, right?—and Joel doesn’t return.
Pretty crappy, all in all.
The good news, though, is that my blog is getting more and more views and comments than ever. Guess my latest super-hot boy-on-boy scene did the trick.
