Skins vs Boys

I pressed my mouth against his, and explored it with my tongue. I could taste the bitter taste of his cum on his lips. I reached between my legs and squeezed the bulb below my cock, causing it to squirt out its liquid. I was cumming in his ass. I could feel his moan as it left his throat and went to my lungs.

"I love you, Troy," he whispered, as I kissed his eyelids.

"Call me Trace," I said, and kissed him deeply again.

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Things are very different in our house now. All that Redskins memorabilia has been thrown away...the living room is now a Cowboys shrine. We only watch the Cowboys play now, and that is much more enjoyable when you have a Dallas Cowboys cheerleader between your legs licking your pussy.

We have a standing bet now. Well, it was sort of a compromise. I only get to fuck him when the Cowboys win. If they lose, then he finishes me off with his mouth. Then, I take him over my lap and give him a paddling...a little red skin for pulling for the Redskins. I know it doesn't sound very fair, but after all, I still have the tapes.

Shhh...don't tell anyone, but Monday when Dallas played the Niners, I saw him cheering for my Boys. He looked so sweet rustling his little pom-poms. He caught me smiling down at him, blushed, and quickly hid his face between my legs, but it was too late. I knew his little secret. That night, I fucked him with my cock, anyway. He was actually eager...the little slut.

The End

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