I'm tired of sucking dick. It was fun and gravy but I feel that 75% of the time, it goes unappreciated.
So I've been avoiding it. But Cornholio catches on to these types of things. Not the part that I'm feeling unappreciated, but the part that I don't want his penis anywhere near my mouth.
Then he finds ways to trick me so I feel bad about it.
It goes something kinda like this:
Him: So... don't you wanna suck it?
Me: Ummmm, no not really?
Him: You sure? Cause it's right here...
Me: Yeah, I'm sure.
Him: Why are you being so mean?
Me: (mumble) Because you breathe...
Him: What did you just say?
Him: You said something. I heard you...
Me: No, I didn't say anything...
Him: Yes, you did. You said, because I breathe. You want me to die? How could you say that?
Me: No, no. You misunderstood. I said because you peed. Because you peed, not breathe. I don't wanna suck your penis because you just peed.
Him: You peed in my food again didn't you? What have I ever done to you, for you to treat me so bad?
Me: Calm down! You're over reacting... I haven't done anything to your food.
Him: You're trying to kill me aren't you?
Me: Don't you think that's a little extreme? Why would I want to kill you?
Him: Because I breathe...
Me: For the last time... I said because you peed, not breathe... Dammit! Fine I'll suck your dick!
Him: Ok... if you insist...
Mother fucker! Gets me out of guilt every time. What a conniving little fuck.
Of course, this all really my fault. I just can't help but to say something fucked up. It's all just one big set up.
What a fucking prick.