Dick Sucking Dude Cleans All My Toys ♕

Dick Sucking Dude Is Just One Of The Girls

So, I used to have this gay friend. He liked guys for as long as I can remember. He hung out with me and my girlfriends, and first of all, he was the prettiest of us. Secondly, I feel like he dressed better. Thirdly, he did his hair better. Lastly, Above all, he even wore better eyeliner than I did.  A real dick-sucking dude, if you know what I mean. I love to go shopping with him. We’d sit in the food court and joke and laugh about every guy that passed by—judging the bulges in their pants and their clothes. Their haircuts and their facial hair talk about which dick we think we’d want to suck. Or picking out whose face we wish we could ride. It was never a dull moment with him. He was always entertaining.

He wasn’t very experienced with toys beyond your average butt plugs.  So when I got to telling him about all the toys I had in my little toy chest, I could see the curiosity growing in his eyes as I told him the different shapes and sizes of different motions that each of my toys did. And what it felt like to have them going in and out of me at a rampant speed.  My dick-sucking dude was all of a sudden pouty. He said it wasn’t fair because certain toys didn’t grant him the angle he wished to use. And I guess he’s right. It was much easier for me to toy with myself than for him. I have the most fantastic idea. Let’s go to the toy store and see what they have. Maybe explore different things that he could use.

Dick Sucking Dude Goes Shopping

Next, my dick-sucking dude and I walked into the adult novelty shop, and it was definitely an adult playground for those with adventurous minds. It had everything you needed for a sex toy party. I was very adventurous, and we were about to see how adventurous he could be.  I couldn’t help but instantly reach for the cartoon-like oversized. 18 inch black dildo.  That wasn’t his cup of tea.  He couldn’t even open his mouth wide enough to stretch it around the head. So I couldn’t imagine him bending over, spreading himself apart, and trying to fit it in. There were lotions and lubes and tasty underwear and vibrators with remotes and things we could use.

First, he grabbed an oversized dildo that had a suction cup on the end of it. Next,  we discussed it, pondered it, and finally decided that that would be a good purchase, something he could bounce back on next. After that, he could stick to the floor and hop up and down on it. What a happy treat for my dick sucking dude to find.

In Conclusion, Slutty Friends Are The Best Friends.

The store worker quickly ran over to us with a harness in their hand. Telling us what an excellent choice he had made and how it fits smoothly into the harness. The workers started showing me how to fasten the straps around a body. After a thorough explanation, she handed it to me, left, and returned to her work. We sat there for a minute, pondering, looking down at the now put-together strap-on. We looked at each other, giggling, and I told him, “I’m game If you are.”  My dick-sucking dude quickly took it from my hands and rushed to pay for it at the register.

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