Ollie, Allie Sux, and Free

“Hey, baby!” I used to bully him, “Where you going in those tight ass jeans?”

He didn’t even look back until he got to his gate, but he smiled, and blushed. Then, he went in his back yard. I stamped out my butt before it started a fire, and followed him for once. I know, you’re supposed to wait for him to ask you out, but this isn’t working for me.

It’s weirdly passive aggressive, but somehow I doubt even his father ever said anything to him about that.

“Where do you think you’re going? Not dressed like that you aren’t. Now, get your ass back there, and put some goddamned clothes on. No daughter of mine is going out dressed like a $50.00 whore.”

He would know, the fucking hypocrite. I bet he could tell you the price just looking at her. In fact, all the money he spent on strippers, and hookers was a big part of why mom left, but Ollie? I don’t know about him, but when I got over to his gate.

“Huh, you like it so much, why don’t you kiss it?” I stuck my toes up on the 2×4, and pulled on the boards to peek over, but of course he had his pants down. That tight, he probably had to drop them to take a piss. Let alone fap, bent over with his ass in the air.

“Ew, nobody wants to kiss your dirty ass.”

“Uh,” he stood up, but didn’t make any effort to squeeze back into those jeans.

“Huh, was that the whole idea?” I held on one handed, so I could twirl my finger. “Turn around, and take off your shirt.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” I looked up, trying to guess if anyone can see him, from inside the house. “You need to work on your tan anyways.” It just ended at the short sleeves. Behind the trash, recycling, and yard waste/compost bins. They pick up in the alley, so you don’t have to drag them out to the street, and back. IDKY, but we don’t have fences. We’ve got 6″ walls, and an alley to take out the bins.

“Go on. You’re beating off anyway, so you might as well finish before you get blueballs.”

“Huh, I like them.”

“My tits?”

“No, well. Yeah. Of course, but I like getting blue balls.” I just blinked, watching him stroke it, slowly. He didn’t just grip it, and pump it, like I assumed teenager boys did at least. He rubbed it with his thumb. His fingers too, but about every other stroke he stopped to rub the head with his thumb until it started getting wet, and shiny.

“Okay, stop.” I hopped down, and tried the latch. He opened it, with his pants up, holding them by the corners with his hard dick bulging out the front of his boxer shorts. I glanced up, the tops of the bins were well below his shoulders, so I grabbed them, and pulled him out.

TUNG! The spring slapped, and swung it shut with a loud clack from the latch. “Huh!” I stuck my thumbs in his pants, and pushed them down. Getting down to waistband height, and pulling it out. “Huluhlmn!” I licked my lips, as soon as I tasted his precum. “Mnh!” Then, I rolled my tongue, to slip it in, and out. Like a hotdog bun, licking, and sucking it as fast as I could pump my head.

Holding his hips, then spider crawling back to grip his hot pale ass cheeks. “Oh uh huH!” His knees started shaking, so I had to hold on tight. Flatten my tongue, and rub it to swallow the first spurt. “Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!” He sounded like he was holding in sneezes!

“Snh! Hm.” I smiled, and swallowed the last drop. Curled my tongue to wrap around it, and feel it shrink. Soft, satisfied, the last drops dribbling out, before he bent over, to pull his jeans up.

“Huh!” I just put my head back, to feel the hot sun on my face, and run my fingertips up my neck. “Oh, God.”

“Yeah, where’d you learn to give head like that?”

“Oh, I don’t know. That was my first blowjob.” I never even tasted cum before, but I could still taste it nice and salty. Almost smell his ball sweat clinging to the inside of my nose.

“Wow, really? That was pretty good for your first one. Did you roll your tongue up?” I stuck it out, in a U, and nodded. “That was the best part, but can I do something for you?”

“What?”

“I don’t know, I feel like I owe you. Big time for making me cum like that.”

“Hm.” I had to think, propped up on the alley floor like that, I just shrugged, and shook my head. “Yeah, you can stop teasing me, and come talk to me now?”

“Okay, well what do you want to talk about?”

“Help me up,” I dusted dry grit off my palms first, then I hugged him. “Why don’t we go out?”

“Out where?”

“I don’t care, anywhere but here. Come on.” I have no idea how he can stand to wear such tight jeans, especially in weather like this, but I’m not complaining.

Oh, but it’s a dry heat. I don’t care how fucking dry it is, 106 is fucking hot. “So, were do you get such nice tight jeans from?”

“Oh, I don’t know. My dad buys them, mostly.”

“So tight?”

“No, but I get them every year. These are a couple years old, so I’m probably about to outgrow them.”

“You think?” I slipped my hand out of the pocket, to pat, and rub his buttocks. Back, and forth while we’re walking, so I can feel them flex, and squeeze them. “Well, you’ve got a fantastic ass, so thanks for showing it off.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know how to talk to girls.”

“Well, you sure know how to get our attention.”

“Oh my God!” Then my friend ran up. “Allie?”

“What?”

“Lucky! How’d you ever hook up with Ollie Wranglers?” Especially forced to dress like this.

“Easy, I just chased him down, and caught him. Duh, didn’t it ever occur to you that he wanted you to chase him, catch him, pull down his pants, and.”

“Really? Olly, is that true?”

“Well, I.” He blushed, and squirmed. “I don’t know about that. But I’m sure glad she did.” He hugged my waist.

“Go, get your own!” And while you’re out there chasing boys, tell all the girls this one’s mine. His ass is Mine, you hear me?

“What time’s the sun set tonight?” He asked me, now that he got over his shyness.

“I don’t know, about 8, 8 thirty, lately. Why, you want to watch the sunset together?”

“I don’t know, if you want to. I was just thinking it’ll start to cool off after dark. Your mom let you go out after dark?”

“Well, if I don’t ask him, he can’t stop me.”

“Oh your dad, I guess. I don’t know why I said your mom.”

“Yeah, your dad let you go out, dressed like that?”

“He doesn’t stop me, if I don’t ask him.”

“Huh yeah. We better get out of the sun, find some place private, where we can get out of these hot sweaty clothes until the sun goes down…”

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