"gandi i uhh brought you to my er house n i need to teach you the ah first step to eah becoming and absolutely stuuuuuddddd." jfk said while patting gandhi's back "i uhh heard you were ah virgin gandhi!" Gandhi frowned
"yeah.., it just feels like no girls at school want to let me lay this pipe on them." gandi looked tight into kennedy's eyes "But i know you can help me! girls are all over you, i know that you know exactly what to do to get me some bitches."
"well uhh do you remeba when joan dressed as a ahh guy to play on the ah boys basket ball team! well i uah couldn't get it off of my miond! so i went to my er gay dads and they told me that the uh men's body BASSICALLY works like the females body, and in than that moment my uh third eye OPEND." jfk looked down at gahndi and moved his hand down to the lower section of gandhi's back, he was a little short so he had to bend his knees a little.
"so what are you saying bro? you want me to try that with you? i ain't gay jfk." gandi crossed his arms and turned away
"no gandi i aeuh want to practice with you! i read that it's not gay if we wear socks!" jfk pleated to gandi. gahndi had his chin to his fist
"well... that does sound pretty true.. and to be honest kennedy something about your big hand on my back got mr thang a little exited.. so maybe we should." gandhi's face clearly became flushed and he couldn't keep his eyes in one place at a time. jfk smiled, his white perfect teeth gleaming in the room. it made gandi nervous for some reason. he really had never felt like this before.
"ahh gandi i do not mean to sound rude but er will you be tha girl. ah i'm only saying it because you are short, and, if you can feel what i am doing , then you will know what to do to her"
"okay jfk, i will. but i'm putting my trust into you man."
"you have ahhh nothing to worry about"
he picked gandi up and pushed him hard against the wall "now gandhi you uh always have to start with a kiss." gahndis eyes pierced open
"a kiss? but i've only ever kissed Abe..and like that didn't even really count..!!hes jfk he's kissed every baddie in this sch-"" before he could finish thinking he was met with jfks soft, warm lips. gahndi let our a whimper, the noise coming from his mouth making his own cock twitch, he tried to pull his legs closer together as he was hanging in the air to cover his active friend.
"you're ahh so cute gahndi" jfk said pulling away with a trail of spit, his expression had changed completely, it was filled with lust. Gahndi darted his eyes away, feeling embarrassed about the fact that he was being starred at
"let's auuuuhhh go sit down" jfk said before carrying gahndi to his bed and placing him on his lap, he ran his huge hands down gahndis inner thigh making him shiver and coil up a bit
"you're really ahh sensitive aren't you gahndi" he whispered in his ear before slowly licking his peircijg.
you could see through gahndis t-shirt that his nipples where hard and every time jfk moved even slightly he would twitch
"gahndi are you okay if i move more fowarrard" jfk asked, moving his hands away from more sensitive areas as to not make gandi feel pressured.
gahndi only nnottrd his head. "i ah want to hear you say it." he said sternly moving his hands back to gandis body, moving his hands up his shivering chest.
"yes.. i am." gandhi mumbled before jfk grabbed his sore nipples
"say it louda" he smiled, rolling the bud around in his fingers. Gahndi nearly jumped forward if it wasn't for jfks other arm holding him in place
"yes! i am! please keep going!" he yelped out
"you are a good boy." he said smirking
jfk started to lift up gandis shirt, and pulled it over his head, he then went for gandis pants.
"n- kennedy.. i" gahndi tried to speak up
"what's wr0wng?" jfk asked him
"well, you still have all your clothes on.." he said shyly
"ah i see." kennedy pulled gahndi off of his lap and stripped his shirt off, then undid his belt before pulling his pants off. he was extremely toned and strong looking, gahndi felt jelous ness grow in his stomach, why couldn't he be like him? why does he have to be so short. literally life sucks.
"what ar you er thinking about?" jfk asked leaning towards gandi
"I don't know bro, i'm just sad that i'll never have what you have."
"understandable." jfk said while shrugging "BUT ITS HARD. all ah women want to have sex with ME! it's ah terrible!"
gahndi decides that it was better to pretend jfk never said that, he was more distracted how hard he had gotten just by looking at him.
"erah anyway gahndi you're the perfect size. now let's uhhhhh continue." he said grabbing gahndis shoulders and pushing him down so he was hovering over him on the bed. "you ar so cute gahndi you're ah like a little puppy."
"a puppy?" gandi questioned looking into jfks eyes
"you can be mY puppy for tonight g a n d h i" jfk said moving his hand over gandhi's cock suddenly, making him yelp again. Gahndi covered his face with his arm and lifting his food up to press against kennedy's boner, it was huge, it was almost the size of gandis whole foot. he pushed against jfks crotch with his heel
"you are a naughty erah boy aren't you? is this youre ah way of begging?" jfk looked sharply down at a clearly overwhelmed gandhi. all gandi could think about was himself and the way he was acting but it was like everything he did jfk could turn against him. all of his thinking was once again interrupted by an intense wave of pleasure running through his body, calming him down immediately. it was jfk. he was thumbing the tip of gandis cock through his underwear. he let out another loud sob and bucked his hips forward completely accidentally.
