DW-18 "Motor Mouth"

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D A T I N G   W Y O N A © March 2021 - Written by David Wicker Please do not reprint without permission     CHAPTER 18 - "Motor Mouth" [ CHOOSE A DIFFERENT CHAPTER TO READ ] * * * This chapter is Rated: TEEN I felt SO relaxed right then - and I fell asleep. - I did so right here, right now, and right then. I don't know how long I slept but Wayne was prodding me. "David ! Hey, you awake ? It's time for bed." I nodded sleepily. I got out of his lap and turned away to check myself below. I was completely dry. I then went quickly to my suitcase and got some clean underwear to wear and also grabbed my teddy bear. Wayne took off his robe and climbed into bed laying on top of the covers. He patted the bed beside him, a clear invitation. Well there really was no backing out now. I definitely wanted to thank Wayne for ... well, what he did earlier. I mean it was my first time for that. So as he was laying down in bed, I climbed on top of him, my head facing away from him. I knelt on his chest. His hands came up and caressed my butt again. Oh wow did that feel good ! But the lights were still on. I asked, "Do you have a night light ?" He replied, "Not on hand." I nodded, "I have one." and went to my suitcase to retrieve it. I had a little one that had an angel on the picture. I plugged it in where I could see it, then turned out the lights. I got back into position and let him caress my butt some more. Then I leaned over and found him wearing underwear. This really was very new territory for me. I spoke quietly, "I want to explore a bit." He nodded, "Go for it." "Raise your legs." I directed. He did. I then pulled his underwear to his knees and while still in a kneeling position examined his member, massive compared to mine. And then in my head I was right back where I had been so many times with bullies back in Middle School, this was not something new to me. But now it wasn't being presented hatefully, nor as something to insult me. Unlike school where it frightened me, I touched my small fingers to it and he jerked in bed at once. "Easy, easy." I told him. Then he calmed down. I guess I handled it sort of like modeling clay. I felt all around it, getting used to the feel from all sides. I started at first with the shaft but then trailed down to his pelotas, touching very delicately and gently. It took no time at all for his arousal to appear. Then I felt a hand come from the side, "I'll take it from here, David." he said. But right then I felt really possessive of it. I shouted, "No ! It's mine !" and slapped his grip away while embracing it myself, covering my hands over it. "Mine." I said greedily. Wow that was unexpected. He shrugged and retracted his hand, "Can't argue with that logic." Then I guess out of confusion and of course curiosity, I did the unspeakable. I took the whole thing in my mouth and it was already pretty slippery. I wasn't really sure what to do so I did my motor 'mouthwash' thing. This was something I learned as a kid was to take mouthwash in my mouth and I could swish it HARD and fast like a little outboard motor on a boat. I did the same thing with his member as it literally jacked off in my mouth, squishing all over the place. He started to moan and his belly went up and down and after only a few seconds of this activity he exploded in my mouth jerking his body all over the place as I clung on to him. I sat there for a second as he wheezed hard in and out for about a good minute. After that he spoke breathlessly like had run a marathon, "I am so sorry, here, let me get you a tissue." "Why ?" I asked. He was surprised. "How can you talk ? What ? Did you swallow that !?" I nodded, "Yeah, I guess so." And I did. I didn't know what else to do with it. It wasn't bad, sort of like sugary eggs best way to describe it. And I've had that before. You take your scrambled eggs for breakfast and mix them in the waffle syrup from your pancakes. They're pretty good that way. "Damn !" he said in surprise still breathing pretty heavy. "Here, wash up anyways." * * * So I got off of him and went to the bathroom. I guess cause I was so careful there wasn't any on me at all. Nonetheless I took a washcloth, put some mouthwash on it, then rubbed my face all over leaving it tingly. I retrieved my toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed my teeth very thoroughly. Then I put some of the mouthwash in my mouth and I did my 'motor' mouthwash thing again before spitting, then went back to the bedroom. He was up leaning against the wall but the lights were still off and bid me climb in first. I did so, he tucked me in with my teddy bear. He kissed me on the forehead, got in beside me, I reached around to hug him as he put his hands around my butt to hole me close ... and that was it for the evening. We both went to sleep. We woke in the morning, I had crazy dreams of metal pipes under the Earth. It was like the whole world had restructured itself with giant magnets and we used these an lieu of transportation using magnets that repelled. It was pretty cool stuff. Once again I asked him what did YOU dream. And he reminded me, "David, I don't dream. I never have." So this was the second time for him to tell me he didn't dream. This bothered me and it was going to continue to bother me. Nonetheless we got ready to go back to Albertson's so I could bicycle back to Dad's. He asked if I wanted some breakfast from Waffle House but I said no. I got my stuff together in my suitcase again and he dropped me back off to the side of Albertson's. Took my bicycle out and 'skated' it back to Dad's. Knocked on the door, Dad answered in his robe. "You have a good time ?" I nodded, "Yep. Sure did." He didn't ask any other questions. Said he was still sleepy and went back to bed. I put my bicycle back in the garage. Had some sweet cereal and as it was Saturday I watched a few early cartoons. Dad finally got up after several hours and we had our BIG WALK. This is something we did every day we could. We would walk from the house, to the library, to the golf course, to the tennis court, to the circle, and back. A good 2-hour walk. And as mentioned my legs today still look like Popeye. We got back, he had the newspaper. Gave me the comics. I read a few of them. Said he was going to read some books, and then I got back on the IBM-pc to work on writing this new videogame called, "Dungeons Of Darkwood." I was writing it in GWBasic. It was a sort of variant of the first game I had written on the TRS-80 when I was 8-years old called simply, "Dungeon." In it you would have an 8x8 map where by random you could place walls, treasures, monsters, and ultimately the stairs to the next level. But this version was more like Akalebeth for the Apple ][ however did not use vector graphics. Instead it used a little routine I wrote to draw B&W 8x8 pixel images on the screen including a custom typeface. The dungeon creation was similar to my Apple ][ game, "Dungeon" where the walls were just thrown in randomly. Later of course I learned to create many different kinds of procedurally generated random dungeons. 1. Maze, choose wall thickness and corridor thickness. 2. Rooms w Corridors, choose minimum/maximum room size. 3. Rooms only, choose minimum/maximum room size. 4. Caverns, keep plotting random bricks until an area seals. When you fought monsters it would use a single white square to redraw them at an enlarged pixel level. So while the monster itself is 8x8 pixels when you fought them they were enlarged to 64x64 using a custom pattern to show level. It was pretty neat I thought. I did the same thing for the merchants and other people you spoke with. Little did I know that this program would eventually be housed and worked into another engine. One of my life's most important works, Scenario 1, the RPGMaker written in QBasic 1.0 later written in Windows 3.1 GFA-Basic But I'm getting ahead of myself. I got back on Matchmaker BBS with my free account. Wayne of course wrote me and said that he was REALLY grateful what I did and that he hoped we would be together for a long time. Now I have always been this way. Something someone else doesn't seem is important is of absolute importance to me, and the opposite, something that =IS= important to someone else is of little consequence to me. I mean he was going on that I did something really great and wonderful for him and all I did was use my "motor" mouthwash method, you know, that silly thing I learned years ago. I mainly did it cause I like really white teeth. I wanted to keep my teeth. Even today old as I am I'm missing only two teeth way in the back. One from High-School where I tried to unsuccessfully catch the baseball during P.E. and it bounced off my face, and the other, I'm not sure. It just came out. But none since as I keep a strict hygiene. So who would've thought my motor mouthwash method was also good for giving head, and rather quickly at that. No need for all that head bobbing nonsense which I saw years later in XXX videos. Never could figure out why people just that. Just let your tongue do all the work. Ah well ... Anyways Wayne was VERY grateful and offered to take me to the toy store (Toys R Us) later this next week so we could buy something. I said we could certainly do that as I had my eye on something I sure wanted to try out myself. Then I checked the rest of the messages sent to me and despite me saying I wasn't looking for anyone now, outside of the rude and nasty comments I received from undersexed gay guys I guess, there was a woman who wrote me. Her name was Jade and she said she'd like to meet up despite me saying I now had a boyfriend. I agreed and left a message for Wayne that I would not be there the next Friday evening, but WOULD be there the following week. I simply told him 'I had stuff to do.' He said that's fine and was looking forward to meeting up again the week after. And then it was my turn to meet for the first time, this woman Jade ... END OF CHAPTER 18 Return back HOME You are Earth Visitor #

Reviews

[Kari Rakitan]

Most semen I've had didn't taste great, but there was one man who tasted better than the rest. That was a one-time thing.

My husbands semen used to taste downright toxic back when he smoked. It's better now. but I still wouldn't say it tastes good.

I should try that method!

[dw817]

>> Most semen I've had didn't taste great, but there was one man who tasted better than the rest. That was a one-time thing.

Wayne pretty well wanted it every week. It was no work on my part and MAN was he grateful. One morning he had me lay down and gave me a very full and luxurious massage in appreciation.

>> My husbands semen used to taste downright toxic back when he smoked. It's better now. but I still wouldn't say it tastes good.

Yeah, smoking kind of ruins it for everyone. Here, this funny video on Youtube - which actually speaks volumes.

https://youtu.be/hnXcEufYmsc

>> I should try that method!

It may not be for everyone. Outside of walking in a straight line I'm pretty sure all my life I did things my way, the devil be damned ...

Oh, and Kari, Thanks for commenting ! :)

You mentioned you had your child ? Boy or Girl ?

[Kari Rakitan]

He's a male, so we're treating him as a boy for now but open-minded to the possibility that he's really a girl trapped in a male body. He seems like a boy to me, so we'll just run with that unless he tells us otherwise.

[dw817]

That's nice you give him that option, Kari. I remember when I was young Dad found colored nail polish in my room I had actually bought with my own money.

When asked about it I said I wanted my nails to look pretty like my sister's. OBOY did I catch it that night ! He beat with a belt telling me "never cross the line" ... so, yeah, Dad never let me explore that option.

[Kari Rakitan]

Yikes! I was thinking my son and I could paint our nails together for fun. I don't think it's just for girls. He can choose more "boy" or more "gender-neutral" colors if he wants. I don't like pink personally, so I won't buy it. He can use his allowance on it if he really wants pink. Also, We're cool with him growing his hair long if he wants that. I find boys with long hair attractive. Long hair, like peacock feathers, is a sign of health and vitality no matter which gender does it.

I also think that painting nails is a great way to teach patience since it takes several hours to do it right if you want it to last a week or two. Oh, and you can get glow-in-the-dark nail polish, too! He'd be the coolest kid at summer camp with that!

[dw817]

>> Yikes! I was thinking my son and I could paint our nails together for fun. I don't think it's just for girls. He can choose more "boy" or more "gender-neutral" colors if he wants. I don't like pink personally, so I won't buy it. He can use his allowance on it if he really wants pink. Also, We're cool with him growing his hair long if he wants that. I find boys with long hair attractive. Long hair, like peacock feathers, is a sign of health and vitality no matter which gender does it.

As for the pink, Chris my paralegal friend says one of the greatest travesties of our time is the fact Barbie managed to copyright a color. Yep, the actual "Barbie Pink" color is copyrighted. He cannot believe how this was done.

Me personally I like many colors, the brighter the better. While I am partial to Cobalt Blue or Stained-Glass Blue, I think Barbie Pink is actually quite a lovely color as well, especially if my dolls wear them.

The hair situation reminds me of my sister's marriage. I had really long hair back then. Dad took me to a barber and while I told them not to cut it off, Dad asked if there was SOME way it could be arrange to at least appear short for the wedding. So she bunched it all up on top, took some hair glue and sprayed a good amount back there.

She said my hair will hold for the wedding. And yeah when you look at the photos, I was only one shy step away from having a beehive hairdo. Pretty sure Dad liked that less than me just having long hair. :)

>> I also think that painting nails is a great way to teach patience since it takes several hours to do it right if you want it to last a week or two. Oh, and you can get glow-in-the-dark nail polish, too! He'd be the coolest kid at summer camp with that!

Absolutely. A big part of my coding, writing, and other things I do well, like typing in the world, is for that very single virtue. Patience. When I first started working on Future Barrier the 1st book I kept going back to chapters over and over again to fine tune them. Change one word to another, add definition, add paragraphs, etc. Patiently rereading it over and over again until I got the effect I wanted.

Dad has ample patience when teaching me to read at the age of 1. I remember that. His voice got hoarse eventually and he bought at the time a very expensive tape recorder so he could record his voice when I read Dr. Seuss and Robert Lopshire.

And yeah I think it pays off. "Patience" being truly one of the great virtues of our time. Superceding intelligence and wisdom - for if you don't take the time to learn - you don't ... and no amount of reading or learning will stay with you, if you don't take the patience to learn what it is you are attempting to master.

Best wishes on your boy and upbringing, Kira !

[Kari Rakitan]

I'm pretty sure I knew how to read and write before kindergarten, but I don't think it was as early a 1. My family moved from California to Texas when I was 3 or 4, so I had a pen pal from California for many years. We're Facebook friends now, but we haven't actually spoken in many years.

[dw817]

I know that I learned to read before I could walk, Kari. I remember getting out of my crib and crawling on the ground until I got to the living room.

There I tugged on Dad and said, "Story. Story."

He was a little upset I got out but glad I wasn't trying to cause mischief. Picked me up, set me in his lap and started reading what he was reading, which of course was not for kids.

But he continued to do this, year after year. Even after I learned to walk I'd come up to him and tug on his side as he lay on the couch and I'd say, "Story."

And he'd pick me up, put me in his lap, and read to me whatever he was reading, newspaper, paperback magazine, book, anything at all.

And he would massage my head and hair as he read for hours. That was the real payoff for me after time.

Even today if I find something interesting to read sometimes I'll lean back and rub my head for a bit the way he used to, then dive into reading it.

All from that time when Dad got me interested in books long before I learned much of anything else.

It was MATH and WRITING (the alphabet) at an early age that gave me a lot of trouble, until as mentioned Dad started getting that "Brain juice" from work and then everything just fell into place.

Sure I could read back then but I had no idea what it meant except maybe the bare tip with words such as.

Boy, Girl, House, Like, Door, and simple words like that.

Reading to me was much like speaking. While Dad did teach me to say a few words he focused especially on me being able to speak what I read and have some idea of what was going on with it.

He had infinite patience too. I remember his quiet and kind voice as we would go over words that were complex for me at the time like CITY, UNDER, and HORSE.

When I found out about Schoolhouse Rock I was literally in heaven. Not only was it a cartoon but the strongest and best form of education I had ever come across.

Years later of course I found every single video they made and many they never showed on TV.

I'm hoping Katy at some point will "perk up" and become interested in them.

There is no brain juice today, just hopefully her motivation in getting ahead both in intelligence and understanding the way the world works.

I have actually not known many people. I was talking with my Dr yesterday and we went over all the people I dated.

4. Four total and the 4th I am still with today.

I asked if that was a bad thing, he said no. He knows some guys that have dated nearly 100 girls - but that doesn't necessarily make him a good or better person for it.

Today I'm more interested in my book chapters and working on code.

Heck just today I am very proud of myself. I wrote a screen timer routine that "liquifies" computer animation much as VSYNC does to give you super smooth animation between frames but instead of reading the hardware screen and its drivers I am basing my timers entirely upon the operation and speed of the CPU.

The results are BETTER than VSYNC and use a lot less CPU. While I'm certainly not about to release my secrets on how I wrote this I am definitely going to include it in the EVE (Everything Engine) I am working on currently.

[wordman]

sounded like a productive date,