For the next two hours, I paced back and forth, wondering what to do to get ready for my knight in shining armor to get off of his pick-up truck and back to my place. 'Should I put on something sexy? Jeans? Something dressier? Just a robe? Boxer shorts? And what about my hair? Should I gel it so that it looks like I care about my appearance? Or just put on a baseball cap?' I kept pacing back and forth, pulling things out of my closet and throwing them down, until my bedroom floor was a heap of rejected clothes. I looked up - it was already 3:45 PM! Quickly, I changed into a favorite faded tee-shirt and jeans from my high school days, pushed the pile of other clothes with my foot into the closet, and closed the door. I walked into the living room and flopped down onto the couch, trying to make sure that I would look nonchalant.
Unfortunately, I had under-estimated the strength of my couch. I probably threw myself down with more force than the couch was used to and I heard a crack from the leg closest to me. Groaning, I knelt down to the floor and saw that I had popped out the support, or at least knocked it askew. I trudged over to my laundry room and pulled out my little tool kit, checking that I had the items that I figured I would need to get started.
I hoisted the couch up and put a few books underneath the leg so that I would be able to gauge better exactly what had happened. Now, even though I normally look pretty put-together, I am a very clumsy guy and, as I was looking up at the bottom of the couch, leaning on it with one hand, I accidentally pushed too hard, up-ending the entire piece of furniture. I also caught the cuff of my jeans on the far leg, so my pants were caught under the leg of the couch, too. I heard low chuckling from behind me and tried, as best as I could, to whip around.
My snow guy had apparently slipped back in and was watching as I was struggling with the couch. "Wow, I don't think that I've ever made a guy do THAT before," he said, laughing. "That's some show, my friend."
Red-faced and blushing, I looked up. "Do you want to give me a hand and get me out of this? I didn't quite expect to woo you this way."
He pulled off his sweatshirt to reveal two muscular arms bound in a tight tee-shirt. "Sure thing," he replied as he lifted the couch up one-handed.
"Wow, you're pretty strong. Did you get that way shoveling snow?"
"No, I'm also a competition weightlifter. Shoveling snow over the winter is better, though, than just lifting weights at the gym, and it gives me a chance to work on other form. There are other things that I like to press, too, though. Wanna see?"
Nodding a little too excitedly, I knew that my eyes were pleading with him to take me then and there. He lifted me up with one arm and pulled me tight in to him, kissing me with even more furvor than he had earlier in the day. Rather than simply using his lips, he was pushing his tongue against mine, pushing deep into my throat, showing me that he was totally in charge and in control of the situation. He squeezed me close to him; I felt almost like I couldn't breathe. We stayed wrapped like that for what felt like an eternity, but was probably closer to five minutes.
"Since your couch looks like it's kinda broken, let's have some fun on it."
"Really? I mean, my friends sit on it, when they come over and st-" I couldn't even finish my sentence - he had flipped me over the arm of the couch with the broken leg, grinding against me.
"I think it's time for you to show me why I came back. You seem like you're a pussy boy. Like you'd love to have me shove my hard dick up your ass. Like you want it now. Like I'm going to have to tell you everything that I'm going to do to you. Like how I'm going to keep all of my clothes on while I pull off your pants." Off with the pants. "Like how I'm going to rip off your underwear." Check. "Like how I'm going to take out my dick and whip your ass with it, right to left, left to right." Thwack, thwack. "Like how I'm going to shove my cock up your ass over and over, and over and over and over and over and..." Pounding, breathless, over and over again, with more intensity until I felt him tense, felt his balls tighten and pull away from where they had been hitting my ass, and the spasms of warm semen lodging into my ass.
He pulled away, catching his breath, zipping up his pants. "I'm going for a smoke. Wanna join me?"
"What? What about me? I kinda didn't finish."
I heard the door open and slam shut. I knew he couldn't have gone far, he had left his sweatshirt...
This is a true story - what do you think happened next? Let me know - rolandgardens@yahoo.com.