CHAPTER 1 - DALE MA' BOY (Gay TM/M Submission/Domination) MAIN CHARACTERS David = 45 Bank Manager Dale = 18 Chav I don't know why I accepted, I guess I could not refuse a favour to my best friend after all he did for me. big So when he asked me to accompany his son to the match I could not refuse. My friend bought 2 tickets for Chelsea – Arsenal, but a last minute hiccup meant he had to go to work that day, so he asked me if I could go with Dale instead. I love Jeff, we've been best friends all our life, but God knows how much I hated his son. I knew him pov pretty well because the 4 of us, me, Dale, Jeff and my son Mike, would often watch Chelsea games together. After the game we would go for a beer and then everyone to their respective homes. So I did know Dale enough to know he was an annoying little brat, he was the stereotypical Chav, always wearing trakies and hoodies, swearing every two words and telling stupid jokes. He was basically dumb as fuck. I could not even understand how Jeff could rise a son like that. Jeff didn't well in life as I did, after a failed business he ended up on the dole, while I became a successful manager for a high street bank. I Understand his son didn't have the same chances as mine, but Dale was just too much of a twat, I know it's not nice to think that way about an 18 years old, but unfortunately that's the truth. I wasn't really looking forward to this trip, and to make things worse, this time I didn't manage to oral get a ticket for my son, because it was an FA Cup semi final, and ticket sold in seconds. For a moment I thought of giving my ticket to my son, then I thought it wasn't the best idea, I didn't want that pisshead to bring my well behaved son to his level. So here I am watching the game with this idiot pretending to enjoy myself. Thank God we won 3-1 which mean we will play the Final, this cheered me up a bit. But that didn't last long. I was driving Dale home when I realized the lad was wasted, really wasted. At that time I didn't even know how could that happen, later he told me that every time he left his sit he came back with a fresh can of beer, he basically had 7 cans of beers without me knowing it, I just assumed that the one in his hand was always the same. He started blabbering something I could not understand, not that I usually understand what the fuck he is talking about, but this time was literally intelligible. “Are you fucking drunk?”I said to him. I was furious. “Yeshhh mate...shorry” he slurred. “For fucks sake” I cursed, I was particularly pissed because I realized I could not bring him home like that. Dale certainly is not an angel, after all this kid cumshot is going to be a father at 18 as he impregnated a local bitch on a drunk night out, that's blowjob what we are dealing with here. It wasn't also a novelty for Dale to get drunk and do stupid shit, regardless I could not take him home like this, my friend trusted me, that won't be ok. This is it. “That was fun!” oral he said quickly, glancing quickly between his moms face and his cock. I sat up slowly as I gently reached to her face running my hand through her hair. “Thanks,” she whispered. That included my girlfriend's pussy. And your loss of your father too, Sully.” “It's an honour to serve you Sire,” the Spymaster replied, returning to his seat. blowjob Viola: Oh yea, that should make for cumshot some fun times. He violated the rules. I needed no more encouragement. But . . . Our lips pov matched each others perfectly and tongues danced around each others like the were performing a waltz. My thighs were saturated and quivering, moans humming from my sealed lips. Call his bluff in the hopes he is bluffing. My professor. I managed to get up, but not until big a second and third wave, and a fourth - which is always a true tsunami - came ashore on the beach that was Evelyn's lower back area. "They are not exactly quiet.