Guess you were a little more than surprised to see me after you humiliated my punk ass in my own bedroom - waiting for my Dad and bro to see my embarrassed and spanked punk dude ass!!
You probably thought you had suppressed the punk tude in this _f_u_c_k_ing dude - but you were waaaaaaaaay wrong, asshole.
I started making revenge plans as soon as your preppie hot little ass strutted out my bedroom door. As soon as I convinced bro and dad that there was no _f_u_c_k_ing way they could ever start spanking my tight little ass on a regular basis - and that took some doing, thanks a lot _f_u_c_k_head - I started thinking about how I would get my revenge.
I found out where my little preppie dude lived by slowly following you home - witout being noticed. Not easy in my super baggy saggers dragging the crotch along the sidewalk half the time, but I did it cause I was soooooooo determined to get you back.
I watched as you preened your _f_u_c_k_ing Caesar haircut in the mirror of your car and stroked your little goatee like it was some _f_u_c_k_ing chia pet. Now I know why you are called Stroker Al - stroking your hair and your chia pet goatee.
Anyway, I thought it was cute, but your haircut is sooooooo _f_u_c_k_ing stuuuupid and out of style at least compared to my long long _f_u_c_k_ing hair that is now combed straight down over my eyes to the tip of my nose. The long hair in back flowing almost to my butt crack.
After watching long enough, I knew you would be alone on Thursday nights. For some reason, you are always alone on Thursday nights. Anyway, I sneak up to the door and carefully prep it on Wednesday when you are out cutting the lawn and dont lock the door. Once my little trick is done - I know the door will open on Thursday. Next day,
SURPPRISE !!
I sneak into your house and up into your little bedroom. And what do I find but little Stroker Al lying prone on his bed wit his TV on staring at some porn video wit his pillow scrunched up under his crotch and his one hand giving little stroker a nice loooong stroke indeed. You are so "caught up" in watching the video of little boys wit their shaggy hairdos and saggin jeans while you get all hard wantin to get your tough hands into that long hair and your palm spanking their tight little asses, that you dont even notice as I cross the floor and sneak down behind you. With my duct tape all ready, I quickly bind your two legs together - not too hard since you have only pulled your faggot khakis down to your knees - half binding you anyway.
It take you a moment to react, but by then Im on to your free hand - sitting on your back, holding you tight against your _f_u_c_k_ pillow.
"WHAT the _f_u_c_k_!" you are yelling like a girl.
I bind your free hand to the bed post - stretched out so you cant reach it - your other hand is still half stroking, half protecting your pride and joy jewels and hotrod.
Im laughing at the sight of your red face - you are such a baby under all that tough STroker Al _s_h_i_t_. Ive got your ass in my sights this time.
I can see where youve put daddys frat paddle - you know - the 3 foot one you used on me. I waddle over in my super saggers. I wore these just for you. They are pure nylon wit shiny black colour - all slinky and hanging to the bottom of my ass. I got on a pair of tight black underwear that clings to the cheeks of my ass and my package - showin off a nice bulge. I can barely walk in these _f_u_c_k_ing saggers - just like I love em - hanging off me and trippin me up half the time.
I grab the beautiful paddle. For a moment I feel the two cheeks of my ass tighten and sting in memory - but it is my turn now and I slap the paddle in the palm of my hand -
"Ouch," I yell, and almost drop the _f_u_c_k_ing paddle. I didnt realize I was going to hurt myself. You are _f_u_c_k_ing laughing. LAUGHING at me !! You think it is kind of cute how this little punk dude with tude is tryin to take over your tough mans position.
"Cant handle it Ronny," you challenge. "You are just a little boy, Ronny, why dont you stop while you are ahead little punk baby-boy." You know I dont like being called Ronny anymore - not punk enough.
With a bit of difficulty, I walk over to your bed and look threateningly at you - cept you cant see cause my eyes are completely covered by my _f_u_c_k_ing cool long hair.
I raise the paddle and bring it down hard on your naked pink little butt.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
Now you are beginning to get the picture as I stand with my totally slick black pants draped out over my legs, the crotch reaching the floor as the huge ass spreads between my knees, my undeweared ass and crotch hanging out. Your ass is beginning to sting and you try to bargain out of it.
I wont listen to any of your talk, cause youve tricked me before. Im going to give you the spanking of your life, asshole," I yell at you.
Im enjoying this and get a little closer to give myself a better whacking opportunity.
My little preppies ass is turning red with each slap of the paddle. You look like you might sniffle soon, so I stop to give you a break - or rather - to torment you some more.
"So who is the big man, now, dude ?" I laugh at you and bend down to laugh in your face, letting my long silky hair fall over your face. I look a the TV and see the young skater dudes wit their saggers and shaggy hair. My own shaft begins to harden at the sight and I have to look away not to embarrass myself. You are _f_u_c_k_ing smirking at me - at ME !
I reach up under your udder and feel your heavy balls.
"Not bad for a preppie geek," I say honestly. Then I grab your shaft with my other hand and bring you just to the verge of cumming. I stroke gently the nice thick shaft - longer and heavier than mine and I caress the little globes in your hairy sac. Im also gyrating in my own saggers, the belt pulling my pants down almost to mid thigh as I spread my legs ever further to try and keep em up. Although I am embarrassed at my bone popping a woody in my shorts, Im still in control and looking at your _f_u_c_k_ing stupid Caesar haircut.
Just when you are about to cum, I stop giving you the soft treatment, taking my warm fingers from your long dick and my calming hand from your balls. I raise the paddle and whack your reddening preppie bare ass.
Your hardon shrinks at the pain - not limp but not able to cum either.
You groan in pain but also without relief !!
Ha Ha Ha
I am the punk dude with tude and you will pay.
I wait until I see a few tear coming down your nose this time. When a hot tear spills onto your goatee and sits there begging, I decide to stop for a while.
You need some other treatment.
Besides, some _f_u_c_k_ing punk kid on the screen just fell off his skateboard, got his pants caught on a railing that yanked his super saggers to his knees. That was exciting enough, but now the little _f_u_c_k_er is arguing with a security guard - the kid is holding the crotch of his super saggers while trying to be cool and tough wit this guard - the kids long curls blowin over his face make it all that much more exciting wit the barbers pole visible in the distant background.
I cant help it.
I climb on top of your back and lower my underwear. Your turn to see what is going on, but I push your head down. I dont like dudes looking at my dick and balls.
Anyway, Im in control, and this little punk is going to _f_u_c_k_ your Caesar hair !!
"I am going to _f_u_c_k_ your Caesar haircut, asshole preppie _f_u_c_k_head," I laugh and start stroking my 6 inch shaft over your greasy hair. I love the texture of hair on my stick and my balls are on your neck. I keep rubbing back and forth watching this little snot-nosed bugger on TV arguing wit his drawers all but falling to his kids ankles at which time, he would revert to a little boy. Your Caesar is about to be gelled with my special gel.
I raise up and feel my balls drop onto your neck as my shaft kicks back and shoots its load all over your precious Caesar haircut. The white trail of my sperm is clearly visible on your hairdo.
I laugh like a maniac, and get off you for a moment.
I am a little embarrassed now that Ive actually done it, and I conceal my beautiful package back in my underwear. I have to be careful, cause I dont like getting sperm on my jeans - I dont like getting anything on my pristine jeans. - _f_u_c_k_ $1200 dollar jeans and $300 dollar underwear you dont _f_u_c_k_ wit.
Anyway, I look at you and you have cum, too -
"You _f_u_c_k_ing faggot," I threaten with the paddle, but then just slap your hot bare ass with my hand, getting a kick out of hand spanking your hot little preppie mans ass.
"You got quite a bush down there, dude," I say. "Maybe Ill cut that bush off you and make you a little boy again," Im laughing.
"No _f_u_c_k_ing way, punk. Ill make you pay too dearly for that - you better think twice in your sagging jeans. By the way those jeans make you look like you _s_h_i_t_ yourself. You got a diaper on in there," you try to act tough even though a few tears still stain your face.
Im embarrassed by your comments cause I spend a lot of time and money to make sure I look tough and punk and cool and the total dude with tude.
"So _f_u_c_k_ off, asshole," I yell. Instead of cutting your bag hair I return wit my little clippers I use on my perfectly trimmed very very thin sideburns.
I decide that maybe your goatee should be relieved of you. These clippers make short work of that preppie goatee - starting just under your chin, I come up and take the whole goatee with one stroke - retrieving the nice lump of studs whiskers. I place them in a Kleenex and wrap it up to take home - my keepsake - your _f_u_c_k_ing proud mans goatee.
While I have the clippers I make a couple of strokes in your Caesar haircut - not totally ruining it - but giving it a kind of "old-fashioned" ICE - T look with some stripes cut into the sides. You, being the conservative preppie faggot asshole you are will totally hate this, I think to myself.
"There you are _f_u_c_k_er," I shear. I stand spread-legged in front of you - my totally bulging undies hanging in your face. You lick your lips like you just saw a _f_u_c_k_ing candy store.
You buck like the man you think you are - the duct tape strains but will not give.
Im so confident that the tape will hold you that I spend some time in front of the mirror preening my own long locks that got a little out of place while I was _f_u_c_k_ing your hair -lol
My huge baggy jeans - my super saggers are proving their worth - shining under your lights - the giant ass spread between my legs - I can feel you looking at my black underwear as they cling to the crack of my ass. The crotch of my jeans is touching your floor as the belt pulls them down while holding them at mid thigh at the same time. Your face is beet red as you watch this super punk back in control - the jeans that you would LOVE to make tight and waist high taunting you with their _s_e_x_iness.
Who is the punk now, dude !!