|britin1729 (britin1729) wrote in qaf_drabbles,|
@ 2012-07-19 20:49:00
|Entry tags:||author: britin1729, challenge #210: rimming v blowjobs|
Challenge #210: Rimming vs. Blowjobs
Title: Modern Mishaps
Condom: 3 to blow jobs
When Justin's ancient, half-broken, piece of shit cell phone finally met its death by New York sidewalk, Brian bought him a new one and gave it to him on his next visit. It happened to be February, but Brian assured him it was definitely not a Valentine's Day present.
"It means even more that you thought of me just because," said Justin, beaming and leaving Brian to try and figure out when the fuck he'd become so unwittingly romantic. But then Justin was on his knees, giving him a very enthusiastic thank-you blow job, and he stopped thinking at all.
Back in Pittsburgh, Brian was especially glad he'd purchased the phone, since it meant checking his messages during lunch and finding half a dozen texts from a horny Justin. He was further assured of his brilliance when Justin—taking advantage of the functional camera on his new phone—sent him x-rated pictures.
During a meeting, Brian discreetly checked his texts under the table, only to open a picture of Justin's cock with the accompanying poem:
Roses are red
My balls are blue
I really need a blow job
I bet you do too
He snorted, causing everyone in the room to stare.
Since it was Valentine's Day, Brian figured he could afford to be somewhat romantic. He sent Justin a picture of his dick, along with a poem of his own.
I'll rim your ass
And fuck it so hard
That when you come
You'll see stars
That night on the phone, Justin told him he hadn't received any text, x-rated or otherwise, from Brian.
"Then what happened to it?"
The next morning in the diner, a very disgusted Melanie sat down at his booth. "The next time you decide to 'sext' Justin, for fuck's sake, send it to the right person."