It was about 10:30 at night and I was doing nothing much at the apartment. I had smoked a bit earlier in the evening and started to feel the munchies. I walked over to the fridge and took inventory a half empty twelve pack of IPAs, a nearly full bottle of vodka, and some very questionable leftovers. I checked the cabinet and found some saltines and a stick of beek jerky. None of that was going to work so I put on shoes and walked down the local convenience store. It was a cool summer night and I was bumming a bit with an old hoodie and a pair of worn khaki shorts that ended right below the knees. Slightly stumbling, I made my way and walked in. I perused the items and selected a two liter of knock off Mountain Dew, some chips, and a couple of hot dogs.

I went up to the counter to pay and I was fourteen cents short and saw that the take a penny tray was not going to help me out. As I was about to turn around and put something back, a small arm reached past me and dropped a quarter on the counter in front of me. I turned around to see who the kind stranger was.

I met his eyes as I looked back. “Hey man, thanks. I appreciate that,” I said hazily.

“You’re very welcome.” His slightly effeminate voice threw me for a loop, so I took a quick second to look him up and down. He stood at no more than five foot two. He was very slender, practically petite even. He wore skinny jeans that hugged his tiny little frame and a slightly looser black button-up short sleeved shirt. I looked at his face I could immediately tell he was some flavor of asian, but it was unclear. His hair was jet black and hung slightly over the side of his forehead with a red streak of dye around the ends. He smiled as he eyed me as well.

“I’m Zak, but please call me Zakii,” he held his hand out slightly limp and I grabbed it to shake it firmly. I felt a weird tension in his grasp but I thought little of it.

“I’m Sam, nice to meet you.” I turned back around to pay for my items but kept myself to the side since I could tell he wanted to converse.ainpaid for my items and moved over to let him to the counter. He put the contents of his hands on the counter – chapstick, a green tea, and a pack of mint chewing gum. He turned to me as he paid.

“Looks like you’re having a quiet night at home,” he said playfully as he looked at my clothes.

“Yeah, I’m not doing shit tonight. Might go home and have a couple of beers and chill.” I said lackadaisically, viranşehir escort obviously high to the casual observer. “Looks like you’re going out tonight.”

He finished his purchase and started walking towards the door and I walked with him. “Yeah, I was going to go out with some friends but they canceled on me. So now I don’t know what to do.” We exited the store one after the other.

“That sucks man. I guess it’s a quiet night for you too.” I said. “It was great meeting you but I’m going to head home and play some video games or watch a movie.”

“What movie are you planning on watching?” the question put me off but I answered.

“Probably an old classic 80s action movie. Kind of want to watch The Terminator again.”

“Ooh the original? That’s the best one.” he responded.

“Right? You wanna watch too? I got a few beers and some weed at the house.”

“Sure!” he said, almost too enthusiastically. “Did you drive here?”

“No, my apartment is right down the street so I walked.”

“Oh, well hop in my car. You don’t have to walk back.”

“Sure.” We walked over to his car, a white Honda four door with a cheetah print steering wheel cover and and pair of rainbow colored dice on the reqr view mirror. It smelled very clean and had a lingering odor of coconut air freshener. I took les than a minute to get back to my apartment complex and we got out the car and walked in the door.

“You want a drink? I got beer or vodka.”

“Can you mix some of that soda with some vodka for me?” I grabbed a plastic solo cup from the cabinet, put a couple of ice cubes in and filled it halfway with vodka and halfway with soda. He watched as he said alound, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Eh, you’ll be fine. You can crash on the couch if you need to.” He looked a little disappointed as I spoke but he took the cup and took a big swig from it. We walked over to the living room and I sat down on one end of the couch as ge sat down on the other end. I turned on my game system and picked the video file of my pirated copy of The Terminator and hit play. We didn’t say a lot as the movie started. However, about thirty minutes in, I felt him move on the couch as he started to move closer to me. I ignored it figuring he was just getting comfortable. However, a few minutes later he leaned over and rested his head on my leg softly.

“What are you doing?” I said in vize escort a flat tone.

“Sorry, I just feel kind of spinny from the vodka.” I looked over as I sipped my beer and saw his cup was laying on its side, having been entirely consumed.

“Damn, you drank that fast. You need something to put in your stomach to help?” As I said this, he rasied his head to glance at my package through my shorts.

“Mmm, maybe later. Would it weird you out if I asked you to rub my head?”

“Uhh, okay sure.” I took my hand a placed it in his thick hair and rubbed my fingers against the scalp. His hair was surprisingly soft and well maintained. I had to admit to myself that it felt good. I was distracted by the feel of it that I didn’t even notice that my cock was getting slightly engorged. However, he noticed as it pressed slightly against to top of his head. He reached over with one hand and gently caressed it through the pants.

“Oh what’s going on here?” he said feigning surprise. It was then that I realized I was getting hard.

“Oh, umm… uhh, I guess that’s me. Uhh, getting a little… excited.” I was caught off guard but decided to lean into what was happening.

“Ooh.” He turned his head to face directly y my growing dick. He continued to caress it gently as it continued its rise. He motioned towards my belt buckle and zipper. ” Can I?”

“Umm, yeah.” As soon as the words came out, he swiftly unclasped the buckle and dropped the zipper of my pants. My cock had slipped through the hole in the front of my boxers already and came swinging out as if it had just been released from its cloth prison. He stared at it for a moment.

“Mmm,” he licked his lips. I knew he didn’t need to as he had recently used that chapstick he bought. He was making a show. He brought his hand down to wrap it around my girthy pole and slowly moved it up and down. His small hand made it look huge.

“That feels good but it is a bit dry,” I uttered. He nodded and reached out his tongue. He began at the base and worked his way up to the tip, making sure to only get there once I had made a steady flow of pre-cum. He dipped his tongue into it a savored the flavor. I suppose he really enjoyed it.

As he came to the tip and dabbled his tongue in my pre-cum, he came up on to his elbows and repositioned himself. He then stuck the tip of my cock into his mouth and ran his tongue in the hole that it was flowing out yahşihan escort of, trying to get more. Then he brought the rest of my rod all the way into his mouth effortlessly.

“Oh fuuuuuuckkkk,” I moaned out as I melted into the couch. This provided all the encouragement he needed as his head started to bob up, taking me all the way to the back of his throat. I could hear the suction as it popped out his mouth briefly before he took it back in after a short gasp. He continued to work my cock in his little mouth and I ran my hand through his dark hair, pushing and pulling as I worked into his rhythm. God, it was amazing. This boy knew his way around a cock. I started to feel the pressure build in my as I felt myself getting closer and closer. “Ohhhh, shit. I think I’m gonna cum.”

He slid my cock out of his mouth and placed the tip on his tongue as he slid his hand up and down quickly. The sight was overwhelming and I quickly shot my hot cum on his tongue, hitting his lips along the way. He pulled his tongue back and swallowed every drop as it came rushing forth. I must have been really wrapped up in it, because I had just noticed that his other hand was in his pants, furiously rubbing his cock. As he swallowed he moaned intensely and his body tightened up as he started to cum. “Pull it out,” I quickly said. He complied, standing up quickly to bring his little pole into view. It couldn’t have been more than a few inches as he pulled it with two fingers and a thumb. I watched as cum started to shoot out of it, landing on my cock and groin as he shuddered. He then immediately went to his knees and began to clean me up, gathering every drop with his soft little tongue. Once he was finished, he looked up while holding my softening dick in his hand.

“Did you like that sir?”

“I did, I’m going to to need you to do that again.”

He grabbed my phone and started to type into it. After he was done, he handed it back and I saw “Zakii” in my contacts list. “Call me. We didn’t even get to do the really fun stuff.” He stood up and start to put his outfit back together and grab his keys.

“Aren’t you too drunk to drive right now?” I asked.

“I only had a few drinks of it,” he smirked with his response.

“Oh you sneaky little bitch.”

He grinned from ear to ear and put his hand on my cock again, rubbing gently. “Call me sometime so I can get more of that.” He leaned in close. “I’ll make sure I’m good and clean for it.”

My cock started to harden again but he made his way to the door. Before I could say anything, he was gone. I sat and reflected as I looked at the new contact in my phone. “Alright, Zakii,” I said ponderingly. “I’m gonna tear that ass up then.”