What follows is pornographic.... Genuine feedback (positive or negative) is welcomed. Jackass flaming will be ignored.
I want to thank all of you who wrote to encourage me. I truly appreciate your input. Since I don't really consider myself a writer, I depend on reader feedback to let me know what I write is not fucking boring.
This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk.
This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Jake has gone home.
He was exhausted and passive as I dressed him -- Pulling his white, white underwear up around his tanned groin -- his hand reaching under the waistband to adjust himself. He leaned gently against me as I made him sit up to pull his tee shirt on.
In the end, he pulled the knot of his tie up against his Adam's apple, opened the door, and walked gracefully out into the world. He stood next to his car bantering for a moment with one of the neighborhood kids, and then he got in and drove away.
I look at my face in the mirror, his dried sperm still there. I fall naked onto the sofa, closing my eyes to force out the daylight, pull a blanket over me and fall asleep.
Hours later I wake up. It is 4pm. I am still not ready to join the world. I eat something, and curl up again on the sofa to wait for time to knit me back together. I hinder the process. I jack off again and again. I am out of sperm ... I imagine Jake's head thrown back, his beautiful neck, his wounded animal sounds. I doze and wake and jack off dry and doze again.
Night ... still naked, still sperm faced, I start to drink ... steadily.... Sleep, dreams, and solo sex simmer into a bad stew. I twist my balls hard trying to aggravate an orgasm. I can do nothing. Thinking about the rich man and his slaves, I hold my hands behind my back as though tied. There is no one to torture the master. Fuck. Who am I?
For two days I continue my soused descent. The world continues on its merry way, not acknowledging me nor I acknowledging it.
Perhaps the question is, "What am I?"
The phone rings ... Hello? (It is not Jake.) ... "Yes..." I answer. "Can you tell that from my tone of voice, what is in store for you", I think.
"Yes, now..." I say. "I need you now," I think. YOU, I know how to mistreat.
You are on your way over. Did you enema yourself? I want to fuck you. Are you squeezing your ass muscle, doing kegel exercises, pressing your hole against the car seat? Do the other drivers, the ones who aren't on their way to a fuck, look dreary and unexciting to you? What are you hoping I will do to you?
You come in the door. You kneel. My head nods towards the room with no daylight. You strip and lead the way... willingly, with precum already sparkling on your dickhead. I close the door behind us, shutting out the world.
Slouched in my chair, I spread my legs; I offer you my cock and balls. You play the game and crawl towards me, drooling for my cock. I cheat. When you get close to me, I kick you. I kick you right in the face. Surprised off-guard, adrenaline seizes you. In a millisecond your animal instincts are primed to retaliate and at the same time your brain checks them. A pause -- eye contact -- Your cock is hard. This is something new for you. Your eyes glitter. Anticipation strangles your fear, as you slowly keen to the new rules, and you cautiously resume your pursuit of my cock.
As you get closer, I do nothing. Now you don't trust me; you look up trying to second-guess my plan. We both wait -- intermezzo -- I smile -- then abruptly and still smiling, I grab your head and force your mouth down over my cock, jamming you onto it and at the same time jerking my hips up, pushing my cock into you as hard as I can. Gagging, slobbering, struggling for air, twisting and groaning, you try to worm yourself out of my grasp. Your hands press against my thighs trying to push yourself off of my dick. I wrap my legs around your back, grab you by the hair and yank your head off of my cock. We stare at each other -- then I slap your face hard -- once, twice -- and then a few more times to make you understand. Your face is dripping with perspiration and your own spit. Your sweaty hair is glued to your forehead. Your eyes threaten me. You are still hard. A dribble of red blood colors the corner of your mouth. Your body is tense, alert.
"Do it right this time!" I hiss at you. And shove your face back over my dick. You acquiesce. I feel my cock slide down your warm throat. I start to pump.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" The sharp pain of your teeth distracts me. You are on top of me, pushing me down. Trying to heave my legs up. We grapple with each other. You pull me onto the floor with you. We struggle. You reach between my legs and try to push your thumb up my ass. Oh fuck... Maybe someone else but not this kid.... "Not you baby," I think. Your cock is so rigid it vibrates. Precum runs out of it's slit. I lock your arm between my legs and roll us both over with my weight. The heat of the fight makes my cock stiff, engorged with so much blood it feels monstrous, heavy as lead. Oh man fuck.... I grab your balls and twist them...tighter and tighter until you howl with pain and attack again more frantic than before. Each assault drives the stakes up -- the meanness, the desire to dominate at any cost.
I manage to shove my elbow to your gut. I must have hit just the right spot because more adrenaline rockets into your veins, making you wild. Furious, you twist around, pin me and retaliate with a punch to my jaw. Pain shoots across my face. From feet and shoulders I arch my back, throw you off and fall on top of you.
We are at the edge... both of us...beyond this point we will be out of control. Each punch will escalate the reflexive fury. You will not be you. You will become the other.
We are panting, eyeing each other, alert for the next move. Then you close your eyes and whisper, "Oh my God." You are cumming. I sit up on my haunches. You fight to regain control. Watching you struggle with your orgasm brings me to the edge of my own. I don't touch you, nor myself. I just stare at your dick, focused on the throbbing head. I look up at your sweat-drenched face; your jaw is clenched. Our eyes meet, I watch you struggle, my mouth opens in awe of your beautiful tormented face. That small move does it; you lose control. You moan with the release. The first cannon shot sends a wad of sperm splatting onto your pecs. Oh fuck.... Fuck.... Fuck.... Fuuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkk... I start to cum, unloading my balls onto you. You buck and cum and gasp as your chest and belly get covered with sperm.
Fuck, fuck oh fuck man....
The rough part is over... the gentle part begins.
I massage your chest, slathering sperm across it. The smell is intoxicating.
There is blood on your lips.
"You could have stopped it," I say.
You close your eyes; your fingers brush my pubic hair and settle on my cock.
"I know," you respond, "but I didn't, did I?"
I lean over you and kiss you and lick the blood from the corner of your mouth.
"Tell me your dreams," I ask.
Your Dream
I am naked, tied down. My master opens a little box and takes out a small object -- no bigger than a bird's egg. He holds it between his thumb and forefinger and shows it to me while he fingers my asshole making me groan and relax, then he pushes it into me.
I feel it warming my insides as it melts. I begin to feel lightheaded. I relax, spreading myself open wanting to be penetrated. I hear my master talking to me. Telling me to let go, to let it take me over. I am delirious. I feel master lift my legs and tie me up spread wide. Everything becomes erotic -- his touch -- my position -- cool air on my asshole, on my balls. I fall into a dream state, waking now and then feel fingers or cocks up my ass, then falling back into reverie. How many times have I been fucked? How much sperm is in me? I dream again. Later, how much later I don't know, I surface from my drugged rapture to find my back arched and an arm up my ass. I am screaming, begging to be fucked and trying to sit on the arm. Then there is no now. There is only sensation and sounds that are not real.
I rise again from the depths and I am alone.
"Master!" I cry out.
No answer. I am not tied. Someone has covered and given me a pillow. I fall asleep.
End of your dream. -------------------------------------------------------------------
My Dream
My boy is asleep. I have seen to it that he has been well fucked. His used body is in my bed. Cum runs out of his hole, wetting the sheets. I hold him. I caress him. He cries out for me, but I do not answer. We fall asleep.
End of my dream
To be continued...
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