*Gets on train from Missouri to the Vatican*
*Sits next to older gentleman reading newspaper*
Me: I wonder if the Pope eats string cheese!
Me: We mustn’t argue it is nonsense!
Guy: Got a light?
*lights his cigarette then lights my own*
Me: We both old souls!
Guy: Cool as cucumbers?
Me: *smiles* Cool as cucumbers
Anthony, I’m home” Justin said tiredly as he walked through the door of their cozy house.
“I’m in the kitchen, as usual” Anthony shouted through the house. Justin removed his shoes and entered the house completely. He walked through the hallway to the kitchen and greeted Anthony with a hug and a peck on the cheek.
“How was rehearsal baby?” Anthony asked as he returned to the stool where he was sitting previously.
“It was hard and tiring.” Justin said with a sigh then continued “You know what would have made it better?” He said as he stood behind Anthony and began to rub his shoulders. Anthony relaxed into Justin’s touch and moaned softly.
“What would that be?” Anthony said innocently. Justin lowered his head and gave Anthony small kisses along his neck.
“If you were there” Justin seductively whispered into Anthony’s ear. Justin continued to kiss Anthony’s neck and slowly increased the kiss to gently sucking.
“I think we better take this upstairs” Anthony said quietly, almost inaudible as he stood up and looked Justin in the eyes. Justin’s soft, brown eyes were now replaced with dark, lustful eyes. This was a look Anthony knew well. Before Anthony could make another move, Justin forcefully kissed Anthony on the lips. Anthony was shocked by Justin’s forwardness but almost immediately kissed back. Justin’s hands roamed and caressed Anthony’s body and deepened the kiss. Anthony placed his hands on Justin’s belt buckle and slowly undid it. Justin placed his hands under Anthony’s shirt; he broke the kiss and slowly lifted it over Anthony’s head. Anthony did the same and lifted Justin’s shirt. Anthony undid the button of Justin’s pants and slowly undid the zipper. Justin’s pants fell to the floor, leaving him in his boxers.
“So I guess were not going upstairs?” Justin chuckled. Anthony didn’t reply but he stepped closer to Justin and placed his fingers on one hand under the elastic of Justin’s boxers and placed his other hand over Justin’s already hard member.
“Already hard?” Anthony said with a smirk.
“I missed you. You’re all I could think about today” Justin moaned loudly. Anthony had begun palming Justin through the thin fabric of his boxers. Justin moaned again. Anthony got on his knees in front of Justin and placed a kiss right above the elastic of Justin’s boxers. He slowly peeled back his boxers and revealed Justin’s rock hard penis. He took Justin’s member in his hands and slowly started to pump. Justin moaned again.
“You like that?” Anthony said seductively. Justin nodded his head. Anthony placed a kiss on the tip before he took most of Justin’s huge penis in his mouth; he began to bob his head and used his hand to pump the rest. He swirled his tongue around and moaned softly causing vibrations. Anthony looked up at Justin, Justin’s eyes were shut tight and his mouth was slightly open and releasing moans. Anthony continued to suck and swirl his tongue and Justin began to tangle his hands in Anthony’s hair, pushing more of himself into Anthony’s mouth. Anthony felt the tip of Justin’s penis hit the back of his throat followed by Justin’s penis twitching. He knew Justin was close. He used his free hand to gentle massage Justin’s balls and he bobbed his head as fast as he could. Justin moaned loudly then released his load into Anthony’s mouth. Anthony held back his gags then swallowed everything. He stood up and began to kiss Justin passionately.
"We can go upstairs now and continue what we started" Anthony said with a smirk
I once had a guy tell me (my boyfriend) that he can see why women need feminism but he doesn’t think that it is as important as there are much worse problems in the world and the situation would be “not so bad” for women. I got really frustrated and told him to take some time and go through this blog. He sat literally on my computer for 2 hours straight, then turned to me, crying and said he was sorry and he can’t take more of this. Sometimes I can’t, too.
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