Southern was back in town this week, so obviously I was eager to see him. We had originally planned to have him come over to my house to play here, and I’d get to fuck his ass, which I haven’t been able to do since I moved back to Vegas.
But my recent hospital stay meant that Kazander’s parents came into town a couple of weeks early to help take care of the spawn, and we had no privacy.
But that was okay, we could do the same thing we did last time he was in town, and have a lot of fun. I really enjoyed teasing him and being cruel to him, and was looking forward to doing it again.
So we were set to meet on Monday, and on Sunday night, I went to get the things I’d need together. I grabbed the vibrating egg he’d gotten me, and the remote. And just for fun, I decided to test it out.
The batteries were dead.
And of course, the toy doesn’t take AAs or AAAs. It takes weird batteries that nobody sells.
I was supposed to meet him the next day, and we had no batteries.
But I figured, it’s the Strip. People from all over the world come to the Strip. There’s got to be a place in the mall we went to that would have the batteries we needed.
After walking the entire length of the mall, every floor, we were at a loss. No one had even heard of the batteries we needed. There was nothing we could do.
So we gave up, and arranged to meet for breakfast on Wednesday. There’s a battery store in town, and I was planning on heading there Tuesday to pick up the batteries. The store says they sell “every type of battery,” so we’d be fine.
And in the meantime, we decided to go to Chipotle for lunch. Neither of us had been there before, so we were standing in line, looking up at the menu, and I discreetly reached down behind him, running my fingers down his ass, completely shattering his focus. And of course, I did it just as he was about to give the lady his order.
I love the effect groping him has on him. It completely derails his train of thought, completely destroys his concentration. It’s beyond entertaining to do that to him in public, and watch him get all flushed and try to deal with it. Watching him try to carry on a conversation with someone else is especially amusing.
And I hadn’t touched him up to that point, so it was completely unexpected, and totally threw him off guard.
Such a little thing, and it has such a big effect.
It’s addicting, it really is.
After lunch, I drove him back to the other mall on the Strip (I find it hilarious that he knows more about where things are on the Strip than I do, and I have to ask him for directions). And once we got in the car, the groping continued.
He has this adorable habit of thrusting his hips whenever I play with his cock or his ass, and as we were driving, he was squirming all over the place.
I have to say, I didn’t mind the traffic in the least.
So I dropped him off and went home. The next day, I went to the battery store, and was stunned to find out that they didn’t carry the batteries I needed. They could order them, but they wouldn’t be in until Friday.
Every possible thing that could have gone wrong was going wrong. It was unbelievably frustrating.
But we would still meet for breakfast. I’d bring the egg with me, and at least he could have it inside him, even without it vibrating. So I drove to the mall, met him, and we went into one of the family bathrooms.
The poor boy hasn’t had his ass played with in so long, and it was so very tight. I’d thought about bringing a plug with me, but the only one I have that he’d be able to take has the habit of falling out of Kazander, and the mall just wasn’t the place for that particular experiment.
So I stuck with the egg. But, as it turns out, Southern had forgotten just how big the egg is. He was squirming and moaning, and I could tell he was seconds away from telling me to take it back out.
But I’m not the most patient of people.
I pushed it in, gently but quickly, before he had the chance to say anything. He gasped, then sighed once it passed his entrance. It was so cute.
While we were at breakfast, he said he could still feel it inside him, especially while he was sitting down, so that was good. It’s still a bummer that I couldn’t use the remote, but it was better than nothing.
And that’s one thing I like about Southern. He’s a fun toy to play with, and I love doing mean things to him, but we can sit and talk about anything and everything. One moment, we could be talking about all of the kinky, twisted things I want to do to him, and in the next, we could be talking about music (we’re both musicians) or family or the economy or literally anything.
We finished breakfast, and we happened to be right next to a theater that he was going to see a show at later. So we went to stand in line to get his ticket, and I took every advantage I could to discreetly grope and distract him.
And really, his reaction is so great, I just can’t help myself. I feel like I have to do it.
He got the tickets, and we went back to the bathroom to take the egg out. I knew it was going to be a little painful for him (he’d mentioned that he was mere seconds away from telling me that he needed a break when I put it in, confirming what I thought). So I decided to use the Band-Aid approach and pull it out smoothly and quickly.
He damn near screamed, and it was awesome.
We got in the car and took the scenic route back to his hotel, to give us time to grope some more in the car. I found a somewhat secluded corner of the mall parking garage, parked, and played with him a bit.
Man, I want to do mean things to his cock. It’s so pretty, I want to hurt it.
But he needed to get back, so I drove him to his hotel, dropped him off, and went home.
It was so great being able to see him again, especially so soon. He usually only comes to Vegas once a year. But next time, I’ll make sure that I have batteries a couple of weeks before he gets here. If we can’t swing a private place to ourselves, I’ll at least be able to use that on him again.