asshole!

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Type struggled in tharns grasp for him to be about to get the upper hand to then shove him down to move himself a bit closer to then place his hands to his head to then move him closer to his crotch for type to then place his hands to his stomach to push himself back to then get up to shove tharn to the other side of the stall to eye over him with anger.
"What the hell!"
Tharn couldn't help but to smile.
"Now use that anger."
Type looked to tharn confused.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I want you to use that anger to go out and finally stand up for yourself with your bitch of a mother."
Type rolled his eyes to then move a leg up to place to the stall to hang his head to wrap his self about himself.
"Tharn....... Thank you for what you are trying to do but please, just let me handle my mother my way okay."
Tharn signed to then mimick type to have his eyes still to him however.
"She really has no right to talk shit to you."
Type shrugged.
"She is my mother."
"Still."
"Tharn please, just let me handle this my way."
Type then moved his leg down to then turn to go to the door.
"We need to go back."
Tharn turned his head to then place it to the stall.
"Type?"
Type stopped to then turn to then eye him.
"Yes?"
"I really do want that blow job."
Type signed.
"No."
Tharn made a face.
"Why not?"
"I've told you why not. Tharn please, just get that out of your head, I'm not going to give you a blow job. I shouldn't have last night."
"Well you did, it was...... Really good."
Type signed to then turn his head to look forward.
"Keep those memories has it will not ever happen again."
Type then placed his hand to try to unlock for tharn to go to him to wrap his arms about to go to his ear.
"Even if I...... Give you a blow job?"
Type turned his head to look to tharn.
"You really seem to want to give me a blow job? Really seem like you want to suck my cock, turned gay have we?"
Tharn then turned type and quick to place his hands to his arms to really look to him.
"I am a man type, a blow job by you felt really good! That's all! I am not gay, but if I give you one can you give me another one?"
Type breathed in and hard to roll his eyes to then bring up his hands to push tharn off.
"No!"
Type then turned and quick for tharn to then hit where he was to eye down to make quite the face.
Fuck!
Type then went back to his mother to sit down quite noisily for her to then look to him..
"Type?"
Type signed for tharn to then come about to do the same for her to eye them both to then look down to secretly smile, she wanted them to be fighting.
After a quiet time, them all going back to types was the same, until it was time for bed where tharn was to the couch to be laying down to his back to have his arms wrapped about himself to be eyeing the ceiling in anger for type to be doing the same for him to roll his eyes to then go to his side to wrap his arms about himself to then close his eyes to start to drift off.
Tharn stayed up to sign here and there to then move up to eye forward.
This is fucking ridiculous! This couch sucks and this prick!
Tharn then got up to move very silently to look at types mother door to then go into types room to place his back to the door to lock to eye over type who was sound asleep.
You wanted me to be here and yet you get the bed and make me sorry to your shitty couch! I've had enough!
Tharn went to types bed to place his hands to his shirt to then take it over his head to then throw to the side to then take off his shorts to do the same, to go about to get on the bed to lay to his back to place his arms under his head to look up, he then turned his head to look over type.
I think I understand why you won't give me a blow job, it's probably any that one ex you had. I am starting to hate you are wrapping me up with them and being an asshole like this, I haven't done anything wrong to you.
Type then furrowed his brow to shuffle about to then go to his back to have one arm over his head, to then have the other to his stomach to smack his lips to turn his head opposite of tharn to continue to sleep for tharn to go up on his elbows to eye to then look down to widen his eyes to then raise an eye brow.
What are you dreaming about type to have that?
Then a slow smirk go across his face to then get a bad idea go through his mind, tharn then lifted types blanket to then go under to see type was wearing his boxers to then take then down to eye over his erection to take in a deep breathe to flex his jaw.
I do this..... He might just give me a blow job again.
Tharn closed his eyes to then place his tongue to types dick, type furrowed and un furrowed his brow to then move his head a bit back and forth to start to feel really comfortable and good.
"Mmm......."
Type then lifted his head back has he felt good to his head, he then placed a hand to his forehead to rub to slowly get out of his sleep to open his eyes to look around confused.
What the.....
Type then peered his eyes down to raise an eye brow has he saw something moving under, type then gulped to start to breathe heavily.
Am I..... Dreaming? What the hell is going on? What is......
Type couldn't help but to place his mouth into a hard line to moan a bit has he continued to feel something wet go up and down his dick.
Whatever this is, feels so good....... What is going on though?
Type then made a face to chew at his cheek to feel pain to widen his eyes.
This is not a dream, before tharn could go the next mile to place his mouth over that dick, type got up to really the blanket away to eye over this to then grow in anger.
"You asshole!"
Hearing the shouting types mother got up to dart her eyes to then place her hands to the blanket to then get out of bed and quick to then go to her door to open to see tharn being shoved out to see type slam the door in his face, to eye over tharn.
"What the...."
Tharn signed to then turn in his boxers to look over types mother.
"Your son is an asshole!"
Types mother raised an eye brow to then watch him go back to the couch to then eye over her son's door to then shrug to go back to bed to be highly confused.

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