“I want you. Fuck me,” I said again.He grabbed the tube of KY from the night stand and got a good sized glob on his fingers. He climbed onto the b...ed and lifted my legs to give himself better access to my hole. He rubbed the glob of KY into my anus and immediately he began to rub the head of his dick on my hole, transferring some of his slippery precum onto me adding it to the slippery KY. I felt his cock head at the entrance to my hole and could feel the pressure as he pushed his way in. I. "Spells R Us." Of course, what approached that homey storefront was a former customer, who knew that the shop's potions, curios, and knick-knacks were all too serious.As the customer walked slowly towards the store, people stole quick glances out of the corner of their eyes at the sight. If you were to ask them why they were looking, you couldn't have dragged the answer out of them with a chainpull, but there was just something very unsettling about the appearance of the customer.The Old Man. All dogs know that a lashing cat's tail is almost the same as a lifted lip and raised hackles, and cats understand a wagging tail as meaning the same as lifted wiskers, but aside from the differences, it was much the same. A tabby could converse with a tiger, and a wolf could understand a fox or a dog. A horse would understand an elephant, more or less, since horses are the air-heads of the equine breeds, and a zebra would understand a mountaingoat, although they wouldn't have much in common to. I've seen them all!The owner of the shop, Flaco is an old friend of mine and we go back to 7th grade together. I remember thinking he was really cute back then, and now we've both grown into men and he's still looking good.Flaco, who I met by his real name Miguel, is a Puerto Rican brotha about 5' 8", a buck ninety and has a stocky, muscular built. He also has a bit of a beer belly, (so its funny that they still call him Flaco) but I think it looks so hot on him. He's a man's man. Miguel is a.