My personal cocksucker and my personal ass-licker, too. Gay sex “Anything you want.””That’s what I want,” he said.I knelt in the weeds before Bobby would came any nearer. Then he moved a leafy bough out of his way, took one step toward me and stopped, looking me squarely in the eyes. “What about it?” he asked.”Wanna do it again? “You’re my own private cocksucker,” he said softly. I smelled his sweaty crotch before turning him around and sniffing his asshole like the hungry ass-licker I am. “How’re you doing?”Bobby looked at my jacking hand. “I didn’t suppose it was, but it’s a name that suits you.””Huh?” he grunted softly.”You look like a Bobby to me,” I muttered. “You’re not really afraid of me. “Anything you want.””That’s what I want,” he said.I knelt in the weeds before Bobby would came any nearer. I was rewarded with a fourth and fifth shot of juice.”Give me some piss,” I said. I stepped in front of him and cut off his approach to the small clearing we both knew. And you’ll be on your knees.””Sure,” I agreed. “I don’t know.””Sure you do,” I told him. He moved his head back a little and opened his mouth briefly, but he didn’t make a sound.
