1. The blowjob on the hypotenuse. (Not a CAW entry)


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: Fiction, Males / Female, Author: stex, Rating: 60, Source: sexstories.com

    called a phallus.” I thought I’d better add, “That’s ‘dick’ in my language, it's a crude version of the word.” If there was an equivalent profane way of saying dick in ancient Greek, it never made it to my classical education. “Why would someone call me that?” “Because of your theorem, the one about right triangles.” He seemed to understand what I was saying. “In this story I was reading, the hero was having to travel around a storm. So he complained he travelled ninety thousand paces, but only got thirty seven thousand paces closer to his goal ‘because Pythagoras is a dick’”. I though I’d insert the english word there. I mimed the sides of a right triangle in the air. Pythagoras chuckled. “That’s what I’m famous for?” “The triangles, yes. It's got your name on it.” “Not the music?” Again he was downbeat at that. “Not so much, most of your work has been lost, the story about the hammers doesn’t seem quite right.” “Or my cosmology?” Sad again. “Not that either, just triangles to terrorise school boys for ever.” Well, that put a damper on the conversation. Pythagoras looked pensive, with the break I realised I was still holding my slightly chewed burrito. “Where are my manners, would you share my meal?” “That would be most kind. What are these?” “These are chili-cheese burritos, very tasty.” I’d ordered three of them, I could spare one. “This is pintos and cheese.” I named them in English, I couldn’t think of any Greek for them. “I don’t know what you’d call them in Greek, ...
    except ‘cheese’ means cheese.” Pythagoras took a burrito, it seemed to agree with him, and then some of the pintos. “Not quite ambrosia, but very pleasant.” Then he looked slightly worried, “Is there animal flesh in this?” “It's difficult to say with Taco Bell, they claim there’s, … Oxen in it.” Forgetting the word for beef. “Have they been used to plough the fields?” He was pushing the weird meter back up now. “We don’t use Oxen for that anymore.” “Well that’s alright then, a moral man should not eat plough oxen, rams or beans.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him what a pinto bean was. He seemed so passionate in his beliefs, he really was rather handsome and his deep voice very sexy. I was getting quite turned on, the next time our gazes met, I held the look for longer than might be decorous. “Tell me, what season is it?” Back to the weirdness, I couldn’t quite work out what he was asking. “How do you mean?” “What time of year? Is it summer or winter?” “Neither, it's autumn.” “Is winter sooner than summer was.” I think that was the question, it didn’t sound right, I think he’s asking if it's early or late autumn. “Winter will be soon.” “That is good, we should not copulate in summer.” I couldn’t work out what summer had to do with it, but copulation sounded interesting. He was really turning me on, I was squirming in my seat. I looked across to my hotel, it was hidden behind the trees and across the freeway. We were sitting on the bed, that didn’t seem strange at the time, he ...
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