." Century," I agreed. "Yeah. Thank you, Bambi." But I want something in return, Trent." You do?" She what?" Julie frowned. "What did she say?" Pictur...s," Bambi said, making it sound like she'd just that second decided. "Of you and Julie." Me and ... Julie?" I glanced at Jules and she didn't look too happy."I want pictures of her sucking your cock," Bambi told me. "You have a digital camera, right?" Yeah," I shrugged. "My dad has one." Then use it." But what if she..." And make sure you cum on. ." I could tell he was asking for my name, so I gave him my middle name, which only my family knew. "Earl," I told him. "My name is Wilson," he told me and we shook hands, after he tucked his cock back into his pants, where the bulge stood out quite plainly against his pants. "Nice to meet you, Wilson." "Same here, Earl." We walked to his apartment and I will have to admit, it wasn't the 'dive' I'd been expecting. It was well kept, on the ground floor, and as we entered he quickly closed and. I wanted to be fucked. It was as simple, and as basic, and uncomplicated as that. I wanted to be wanted. I wanted not love, but lust. I wanted to be taken and fucked, and fucked like a whore; hard, without gentleness; I wanted to swept along on a wave of pure, unadulterated, human lust; and here in front of me was this considerably younger (black) man who, I could tell from the way he looked at me, was as eager to do that as I was.Lowering my voice so that only he could hear, I said, looking. Short hair, small tits – you’re a fucking ugly homo dyke! I’m not exactly going to brag about fucking you!”He was going to fuck her, though. He needed a dyke’s ass. Dykes had such sick levels of testosterone that theyy grew prostates, just like males. And all Bob wanted in bed was to press his penis against a prostate. With Liesje, he would get what he needed without having to have actual gay sex.And she did have a nice ass.”You have a nice ass, though.””Thank you.” Liesje pulled her bike.