Smooth Fit

As the boys exit Sunday school
I'm ready and waiting
With some candy on the corner

I scan for ones
With a, lighter disposition
Who panic in silence
At my assumption of the position.

We move off to 'my house'
'Don't worry little one come sit on my lap'
'If you want some more candy while we have a little chat'

Stroking the silken skin
Inside their soft thies
The prelude to sin
I can see the confused compliance in his eyes

I turn him round slowly
Bending him to my will
Commanding him as if by thought
Without a word,
Without a question

Resting his head
In the nook
In the bow of my tree

Succumbing to the seductive suction
Relishing the repetitive
Deep throated sounds

Sliding him up
To take pride of place
'It wont fit'
A timid whine
'It will, don't worry, it will'

A sound less scream
As he
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l
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d
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right on
Caressing his nubile form
The warm cheek of a sweet release

A minutes repose
No need to rush
A silent child,
A blank child

Left sitting on the corner
After an evening of
Candy and Cock