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Funny As Fuck
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Gay Male / 42
My Velvet Elvis
During the summer break in college I worked for this window cleaning company I had worked for back in high school. I went out to this small one story house so it was just me and the man let me in. I noticed that he had this red velvet painting of Elvis over the fireplace. He took me around and in his room over his bed he had this black velvet painting of a huge cock dripping cum. He saw that I stared at it and he asked me if it bothered me, he said he was a cock man and asked if I was one too. I said no and he asked how did I know and pushed me onto the bed and said we were going to find out.
I didn't fight him as he pulled my pants down and put his hands on my bare ass and spread my cheeks. He said I had a nice asshole and he was going to make sure I liked it. He finished pulling my pants off and he got his pants down and climbed on me and he did what men like him do to guys like me. He fucked and fucked, it seemed like a long time, my cock rubbing against the bed under me made me cum and he came when he wanted to and told me to lay on the bed because he liked looking at my naked ass. It felt good lying there, his hand running over my naked cheeks, pulling my cheeks open, using his finger to wipe up a bit of the drip of his cum and giving it to me to lick off.
I didn't clean the windows but he paid me anyway and told he liked my ass and he thought he had done a good job showing me how to love cock. While he held me by the cock in his room staring at the velvet painting he told me that some boys were made for fucking and others were made to fuck. He had been made to fuck but he was glad I was made for fucking.
Years later I was in a shop in San Francisco and I came across a velvet painting of two men embraced, kissing. I told the shop clerk I liked that and asked if he had anything else, maybe something that featured a cock. I liked cocks I told him and I told him about that velvet painting from when I was in college. He told me that had to be a special order but if I paid him up front he could make it happen. The painting I got was 48 inches tall and 36 inches wide, framed in a gold frame. A great big cock like I had described, with cum dripping down the side, hairy balls and the asshole of a man, with Elvis' face looking down . I loved it immediately, I had paid for it, and took it home and hung it over my sofa in the living room. That's my Elvis.
I didn't fight him as he pulled my pants down and put his hands on my bare ass and spread my cheeks. He said I had a nice asshole and he was going to make sure I liked it. He finished pulling my pants off and he got his pants down and climbed on me and he did what men like him do to guys like me. He fucked and fucked, it seemed like a long time, my cock rubbing against the bed under me made me cum and he came when he wanted to and told me to lay on the bed because he liked looking at my naked ass. It felt good lying there, his hand running over my naked cheeks, pulling my cheeks open, using his finger to wipe up a bit of the drip of his cum and giving it to me to lick off.
I didn't clean the windows but he paid me anyway and told he liked my ass and he thought he had done a good job showing me how to love cock. While he held me by the cock in his room staring at the velvet painting he told me that some boys were made for fucking and others were made to fuck. He had been made to fuck but he was glad I was made for fucking.
Years later I was in a shop in San Francisco and I came across a velvet painting of two men embraced, kissing. I told the shop clerk I liked that and asked if he had anything else, maybe something that featured a cock. I liked cocks I told him and I told him about that velvet painting from when I was in college. He told me that had to be a special order but if I paid him up front he could make it happen. The painting I got was 48 inches tall and 36 inches wide, framed in a gold frame. A great big cock like I had described, with cum dripping down the side, hairy balls and the asshole of a man, with Elvis' face looking down . I loved it immediately, I had paid for it, and took it home and hung it over my sofa in the living room. That's my Elvis.
