Lex was so surprised he stood up abruptly. Unfortunately a piece of the engine came with him. He looked down at the alien looking thing in his hand and then up at Clark. He quickly lowered his hand and moved it behind his back. “Clark?! How did you know it was me, and what are you doing on this road?”
Clark’s question had sounded a little hoarse and Lex looked at him in concern. Maybe he’s getting a cold. Lex looked at his friend closely and noticed that he seemed somewhat flushed. Lex started to think of doctors and specialists he could call in. His friend should get nothing but the best care. Lex looked up at Clark again and realized that he was talking.
“Um..get real, Lex. You uh…you’re the only one I know around here that could ah…could afford to own a Porsche Boxster. And I was um…” Lex can practically hear Clark swallow. He’s not sure what’s wrong with his friend. What’s with the hesitating speech? He seemed nervous, or actually more like he was…no, that couldn’t be it. Clark was…oh right, still talking. “…um, I was just coming back from deliveries. This road make a uh…a great shortcut.”
Lex hadn’t realized how close Clark was getting at first. Not until it was too late to stop him. Now he was trapped from behind by his car, and in front by six-foot plus of very broad farmboy. Lex cranes his neck to look at his friend. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he doesn’t back up for anyone.
“Clark, is something wrong? You don’t usually stammer this much unless Lana’s around.” He tried to catch the young man’s eyes, but couldn’t seem to do it. Clark’s gaze appeared to be focused down a little. Before he could glance down at himself though, he saw Clark pop his thumb into his mouth. The sight completely diverted Lex’s attention. When the thumb was released it was glistening with saliva. Lex felt his cock stirring in his pants at the short show. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve such a treat, but he wasn’t going to complain. “Nothing’s wrong, Lex. You just have…you…here, let me.”
Re: Bad Boys, Part 2
Lex was so surprised he stood up abruptly. Unfortunately a piece of the engine came with him. He looked down at the alien looking thing in his hand and then up at Clark. He quickly lowered his hand and moved it behind his back. “Clark?! How did you know it was me, and what are you doing on this road?”
Clark’s question had sounded a little hoarse and Lex looked at him in concern. Maybe he’s getting a cold. Lex looked at his friend closely and noticed that he seemed somewhat flushed. Lex started to think of doctors and specialists he could call in. His friend should get nothing but the best care. Lex looked up at Clark again and realized that he was talking.
“Um..get real, Lex. You uh…you’re the only one I know around here that could ah…could afford to own a Porsche Boxster. And I was um…” Lex can practically hear Clark swallow. He’s not sure what’s wrong with his friend. What’s with the hesitating speech? He seemed nervous, or actually more like he was…no, that couldn’t be it. Clark was…oh right, still talking. “…um, I was just coming back from deliveries. This road make a uh…a great shortcut.”
Lex hadn’t realized how close Clark was getting at first. Not until it was too late to stop him. Now he was trapped from behind by his car, and in front by six-foot plus of very broad farmboy. Lex cranes his neck to look at his friend. He doesn’t know what’s going on, but he doesn’t back up for anyone.
“Clark, is something wrong? You don’t usually stammer this much unless Lana’s around.” He tried to catch the young man’s eyes, but couldn’t seem to do it. Clark’s gaze appeared to be focused down a little.
Before he could glance down at himself though, he saw Clark pop his thumb into his mouth. The sight completely diverted Lex’s attention. When the thumb was released it was glistening with saliva. Lex felt his cock stirring in his pants at the short show. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve such a treat, but he wasn’t going to complain.
“Nothing’s wrong, Lex. You just have…you…here, let me.”