He started, rather nervously, pulling down my trunks all the way to reveal all of my crotch. Slowly he started licking me and as he progressed, my dic... was getting harder and harder. He was doing this for the first time so he slurped my cock like an ice cream until he got the hang of sucking it and pushing it all into his cute little mouth. His brown soft eyes stared up at me as he was almost coughing. Soon I started to touch his shoulders and head as he was rocking back and forth to suck even. I could see that he knew what I was wearing underneath, but apparently the sarong made him comfortable enough to somewhat hesitantly not object. After all, he must have reasoned, he could always have me keep it on. It was one of those wonderfully warm, sultry, late afternoon Indian summer days. The drive and street in front of Derrick’s place was packed with cars, many quite expensive, I noticed. I could feel apprehension growing in my chest as I anticipated Derrick’s greeting. I had somehow. Finally, you hear the tread of my shoes on the hardwood as I leave the room briefly and return after a few minutes, and then the clank and rustle of gear being tossed lightly on the couch. I come up behind you and kiss your neck gently above the collar, my beard rubbing against your soft flesh as you murmur and wriggle a little at the touch. Moving my lips to your ear, I kiss the lobe gently, then whisper “I bet you want some attention, don’t you? No need to respond, I know you do…" My hands. Next he produced what looked like two sticks screwed together, which could be unfolded to make a Y. When he hooked the rubber band to it, he had a tiny slingshot. He commenced to shoot staples through the cans. That’s how powerful it was. On missions he used that stupid little slingshot to take out dozens of security lights. On TV and in movies a suppressed gun makes a soft little “Pfft” but that’s all Hollywood. The softest suppressed gun I ever heard was a .22 and it still sounded like.