BLEACH TO THEIR OWN.
a mini story to cheer the author as its been a less than cheery day.
'It can't be that difficult' an irritated Robert threw at Jimmy, who was meticulously pouring odd smelling chemicals into glass measuring jugs. Holding them up to the light, squinting at them and then tipping them into a clear glass dish. ( 'Poor Arthur' Robert noted. That was his favourite drinking bowl. He'd need another now) The Little Shit was really enjoying the alchemy of all this!
Muttering away to himself like some old biddy in a pointy hat.
For all Robert knew he could be working out how to turn him into a frog...
'You hopin' to turn me into somethin', Jim'? he remarked
'Yeah. A decent singer' Jimmy didn't even glance up.
'Ha bleedin' ha'. Robert was unamused.
He'd been sitting in a draught, trouser and knicker-less for over half an hour now while Jimmy hummed and measured and stirred, clearly delighted with himself. Big Robert wasn't even medium sized Robert now..the last breeze through the gothic windows of Jimmy's bathroom had sent the poor fellow diving for covet between Robert's sturdy thighs.
Robert fretted a little. His dick had been on full display about eighteen inches from Jimmy's head and not had its usual effect on him. Instead, when Robert wagged him, meaningfully- all he had received was an absent minded..and rather heavy...pat on the head. 'As if I was Arthur' brooded Robert, stroking gently to return it to its normal, breathtaking dimensions
'Right' said Jimmy, with excited energy. 'We're ready to roll!
Bend over, Rob, touch your toes and stick your butt in the air'!
With a martyred air, Robert complied.BIg hands grasping his own ankles, he watched with detached interest as Big Robert sprang free, deliciously plumped up and swinging like a pendulum.
Sure enough...it was too much for Jimmy, eyes glazed with lust as he reached forward to grasp....
Robert smirked. He'd not lost his magic!
The next ten minutes were a delirious blur of sucking, moaning and gasping, interrupted only by Bonzo 'Orlright...? Only wanted a piss! ' then , catching sight of the mixing bowl and brushes, added 'bit of an odd way to get the plasterin' done Old girl! And I wouldn't use Rob...he's really only good at tarmackin' ...
And chuckling loudly to himself he lumbered off singing 'Blow, blow, blow your boat..'
The duo paused. The moment had passed. Jimmy seized the paintbrush and jackknifed his darling into the required 'bend'.
'Don't go all Rolf Harris on me, luv' entreated Robert as Jimmy jabbed and swiped with the fine paintbrush. 'It's bloody cold and it tickles'!
Jimmy continued to circle, jab and swish, with enthusiasm, squinting into a part of Robert where the sun didn't usually shine
After a bit, Robert started to whimper.
'It's BURNIN' me Jim! And it's freezin''
"Can't be doing both' the happy artist said, reasonably. 'But yep. Finished'
And giggling to himself, he put down his brush.
'It's gotta stay on for twenty minutes, Rob...get a really good bleach that way. I'll be able to find my way in, in a blackout'! he added proudly. Seeing his darlings face darken he hastily offered to make tea and skedaddled...
Half an hour later he still hadn't returned. Cold, itchy and most uncomfortable, Robert seized the scarf Jimmy had taken off, ran it under the tap ( He'd showered the day before yesterday. No need to overdo it)!
and then swiped it around his backside, careful to use his finger to get-right-in-there -and-up-there...aaahh, that was better...
He could hear Jimmy on the landing trying for the umpteenth time to dissuade Bonzo from bringing his plastering mates up from the pub to 'do yer ceilin' Jim..I'm tellin' ya..Rob's not up to it'!
Finally a sheepish Jimmy appeared..
'Oh good...you've washed it off'!
Robert frowned.
What was the Little Shit laughing at? This was supposed to be a lovers treat!
He turned his head over his shoulder and squinted.
Yeah...his bum hole was certainly white and clean looking!
But the bleach had also been liberally used across both his furry cheeks. What was that???
He angled the mirror and roared with rage.
'Public Entrance' bleached across his pelt!
Jimmy giggled, hands over his ears, as fourteen and a half stone of angry Brummy Viking threw itself at him and lay across him, breathing heavily.
Thank God for his pout! He closed his eyes and offered up his lips as Robert, totally unable to deny him anything grabbed his silky hair, raised his face and french kissed him.
'Goody' Jimmy thought gleefully...'he'll have to keep his jeans on for a while now with everyone BUT me'.
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