Gay Shit for Pole Smokers Who Probably Like Homosuck

	As you sit on a chair, Dipper turns his back towards you and start to take his clothes off. Humming a little tune to himself, he unbuttons his vest, sliding it off his narrow shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. He then grabbed at the bottom of his shirt, slowly lifting it up and over his head, revealing more of his supple young body.  Dipper looked at you over his shoulder, winking seductively at you before unbuttoning his pants and bending down to lower them to his ankles, revealing a pair of striped blue panties straining to contain his plump cheeks.

	Placing his hands on the sides of his torso, he slides his hands down to his butt, raising his hand to give himself a slap on the right cheek before taking off his shoes and turning around to face you. You notice his young boycock had already started pitching a tent against the cloth of his pantsu.

	You find yourself dumbfounded by how suddenly this seemingly normal boy seemed to hunger for your cock, barely able to utter a word, as Dipper advances towards you. You pull him closer to yourself as he sits on your lap, wrapping his legs around you. You feel your pecker prodding Dipper's rear end, making your new young lover blush and giggle. “You really do love me, don't you Anon?”

	“More then anything Dipper,” you tell him as he leans forward to kiss you. Despite the show he put on earlier, Dipper had never been so intimate with another man. He hesitates and takes a deep breath before kissing you with all the gusto he could muster. You're caught off guard by the enthusiasm of this usually meek and level headed boy, but the feel of Dipper's small, tender lips upon your own and the taste of his agile tongue as it slides about inside your mouth start to drive you wild.

	As you kiss Dipper back passionately, tasting his sweet saliva (the flavor is tinged with grape fruit juice,) the boy grinds his rear on the erection pressing though your pants and moans cutely. While making out with you, Dipper roughly takes the shirt off your body and unbuttons your pants. Not wanting to part from your lips, he tries to shift around his weight and get your pants to pass though underneath him, to little effect.

	Reluctantly, Dipper pulls away from you and leads you towards the bed. Eagerly tearing off your clothes, you hop into the bed, grabbing Dipper's body roughly and pulling him towards you before exploring his body with your hands. You pinch his cheeks. You stroke his smooth, hairless chest. You pinch his tender nipples. As your hands touch more and more of his body, Dipper moans more and more loudly until he could take no more.

	“Come on man, enough with the foreplay,” Dipper pleaded, wriggling himself downward towards your erect member and moving his panties to the side, leaving his puckering asshole exposed. “I need you.... I'm your pet...please....” Perfectly willing to oblige him at this point, you grab his panties, lifting his pale, milky legs up in the air as you bring his panties around his ankles and bend his feet back towards him. You probed his pink boypussy with the head of your johnson a few times to test Dipper's reaction. His begging eyes were all the consent you needed.

	Just before you're about to stuff Dipper like a Christmas turkey and pump his kawaii keister with gallons of your chunky man gravy, he tells you that you are a gigantic flaming faggot who needs to find Jesus and gb2/tumblr/. Enjoy your AIDS.

The end....

Or is it? :o