I walked him to one of those shitty, food-by-the-pound bodegas in the financial district (although one I happened to know brewed counter-culture coffee (I’m not a heathen)), because I didn’t want to see anyone either of us knew. Anal porn twice. I mean I was certainly enjoying myself. Clean it there.” I ordered. Anyway there it was. I told her I didn’t know what that meant but that I was having a fantastic time rubbing myself to orgasm on the back of his pretty femboi head while he wept quietly in shame. He didn’t take that well, blushing like a schoolgirl and getting this really pained expression on his face, like he’d suddenly gotten indigestion. Was this a relationship? He was getting off on this too; he wanted it to continue. Those stay in until we get back. Clean it there.” I ordered. Lets get back.” I stood up, probably a bit nervously and made for the door with him in tow.
