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He's a preacher's kid named A. 6', thin, smooth light brown skin (not a hair on this kid's body except for his head), and the smoothest, pinkest, most responsive boypussy you ever saw. He's fond of chucks, blue jeans, and tight white briefs. The briefs hug his bubble butt like a second skin. A lot of times I'll just have him do an erotic dance wearing nothing but the briefs and chucks. The last time I saw him I:

--Ate his boypussy for 30 solid minutes in a dressing room at Gap in South Coast Plaza

--Fed his mouth with my cock at a Daily Grill restroom in Newport Beach

--Fucked him for 3 hours in my apartment, feeding him 10 loads (yeah you read that right).

Preacher's kids are an odd sort. They are either tightly wound with a seriously limited worldview. Or, they are total rebels out to distance themselves from their ministerial parents. He falls into the latter. A total boyslut with a serious taste for cock and cum.

I have a particularly strong voyeuristic and kinky streak. I like to explore, push limits, and break through narrow mindedness. I contact A last week and tell him to be ready Wednesday night (last night). I can hear the enthusiasm in his voice. It's been a while since I've seen him. I tell him to be ready at 6:30pm. I tell him what to wear. I pull up to his house. He's outside, wearing the tight white t-shirt, board shorts and black chucks. He gets in the car. He smiles brightly and reaches over to kiss me. When we part, I look directly at him: "Are the toys attached?"

His smile gets bigger. "Oh yeah," he says. "I got the plug in my ass, the cockring on, and the blue bandana around my right leg." He lifts the fabric on his right leg. The bandana is tightly tied.

"Good boy." I pull away and head back home. We chat lightly, nothing in particular. When we get back into my part of town, I pull over to an apartment building.

"Why are we here?" he asks.

"We have to make a stop first. Come on up. This might take a few minutes. Bring your backpack." He grabs the Jansport that is, no doubt, filled with toiletries and a change of underwear. We bound up the two flights of stairs. I knock on 302. The door opens and my buddy K stands in the doorway. He's muscular (like me), cute smile, slightly shorter than I am.

"Is this him?" K asks, looking at A.

"Yep," I say, also smiling. I look over at A and slap him firmly on the ass. "Have fun," I tell him.

A looks at me confused but still smiling. "Wha--" he tries to say before K pulls him inside and the door shuts. I hear K shout out to his buddies J and F. I can't hear what they are saying but from my side of the door it sounds like a lot of commotion.

By now, no doubt, A is probably having his clothes removed while a blindfold is wrapped around his eyes. I smile and head back downstairs.