I'm an atheist, but even I have said, "Please, God, let me pass this test."
I shout "Jesus Christ!" when I stub my toe on the edge of the doorframe.
And I told my friend Paul the summer after high school once that I'd sell my soul for a chance to see Julia Tennyson's tits. I was lying, of course, and I realise now that I dodged a bullet on that one. I didn't want to see Julia Tennyson's tits; I wanted to see Paul Tennyson's cock, her twin brother. It was one of many failed plans at that time to get my hot straight friends horny enough that they'd want to jerk off together. No one ever took the bait and I left my teen years a blue balled virgin.
Now I'm post-grad, and post-post-grad, living in a bachelor apartment with a bachelor degree in English literature from a mediocre university. My social life is tepid at best, and my sex life is limited to Grindr one-night stands. When I had finished my first year of university still a virgin I finally broke down and got the app and fucked a med student who sweat too much; hardly the romantic meet-cute I'd always dreamed of, but it broke the dam and I'd been able to explore a bit with a few dates since then.
With all my academic credentials, I got a job at a Starbucks knockoff that makes an effort to be a good company but can still only pay minimum wage, so every December, for Christmas, my dad pays half my rent. It's the modern capitalist dream, suffering in comfortable poverty.
I don't go to church. Sunday is for binge watching shows on my laptop and jacking off. It's a holy day.
So my horny 23-year-old mind didn't think twice about what I was saying when I whispered to my work-wife BFF Tanis about our twinky new coworker, "I'd sell my soul to fuck that boy." And the only reaction I got, other than a blushing giggle from Tanis, was a warm feeling on the back of my neck like a barbershop hot towel.
I checked the ceiling for a leak and averted my eyes from Diego, the 21-year-old from the French Mediterranean that had been making it difficult for me to pour accurately ever since Tanis hired him. She may have been my blushing confidant, but she was also technically my boss. When I asked her if she had hired Diego just to set us up she did an exaggerated mime act of locking her lips and throwing away the key. It was extremely unprofessional behaviour and I nearly kissed her for it.
Summer had hit the city like a lava tsunami and the lines for cold drinks never stopped, which didn't leave much space for awkward flirting. The couple of times my pale bare forearm brushed Diego's olive skin I'd nearly spilled. It was only because of some stupid sense of responsibility, which I blamed my parents for, that I wasn't constantly ignoring customers to stare at his black hair or the ladder of subtle gold earrings that lined his left ear. When he brushed his hair back and I caught a glint of gold as he smiled at a customer I felt like I finally understood the swooning girls in those stupid 80s straight teen romance movies.
"I'm not bad looking," I thought aloud as I munched on the sandwich I'd brought from home because the ones we sold were too expensive and too small. Sitting in the cramped hallway the owners generously called a "break room" I could see my reflection in some local business awards that were hung with honour below the shift schedule. My slim face matched my body, and at the moment my blonde hair was the right length to look good while messy. If I remembered to smile I usually looked ok, but even my resting gay bitch face had a certain suave mystery in the right light. I mean, I'm 23 and I tick enough of the standard attractive boxes to know I'm doing alright, even though my flat stomach is purely from metabolism and stress clenching since I hadn't been inside a gym since high school.
"So why isn't anyone fucking me?" I mumbled aloud to no one.
"You're working minimum wage. Someone is definitely fucking you."
I choked on my sandwich.
The voice had sounded like it was right in front of me, warm and intimate, but I looked around and all I saw were boxes and shelves. I pulled at my shirt to fan myself as the air was feeling humid, like the AC had suddenly stopped.
"Who said that?"
"It's your conscience," said the voice with ghostly long vowels.
"What the fuck?" I didn't know what was going on, but I knew it wasn't that.
"Lol, fine," said the voice normally as if it was coming from someone in the room --
The air shimmered and suddenly the source was standing in front of me, a slender man with sharp features. The first thing I saw was his thick cock, dangling between his naked legs. The second thing I saw was his red skin, and the third was the short, sharp horns poking out of messy red hair.
The demon leaned in so we were face-to-face, white teeth glinting through a mischievous smile as he said, "I'm just fucking with you, but not in the way you were hoping."
"Jesus Christ!" I dropped my sandwich and instinctively kicked against the ground, but that sent me and the chair I was sitting on toppling back and I crashed against the cheap metal shelves that held all the boxes of extra cups. I fell to the ground amid bags of extra larges with an open box over my head.
In the darkness I heard the door open and Diego's voice call, "Ryan? Are you ok?"
A moment later the box was removed and the naked demon was gone, replaced by Diego kneeling between my legs looking down at me. It was a position I'd wanted to get him into, but not this way.
I tried to get up and Diego tried to help me. We ended up headbutting and I fell back as he grabbed his hurt nose.
Finally I got myself up and luckily Diego's injury was not serious. The chaos settled and I realized I was alone with Diego in the tight space, only a few inches separating our mouths and other important body parts.
"Are you ok?" he asked again.
"You know my name," I said.
He smiled. At least he found my stupidity amusing.
"I mean," I tried to correct myself, "Yes, I'm ok. It was... a spider."
Diego's cool concern quickly turned to school girl terror and he jumped towards the door, checking the floor and trying to hold his arms as close to himself and as far from the looming shelves as possible. "Oh God, is it gone?"
His panic made me feel better and I smiled, "Yes, it's gone."
The door opened again and Tanis stuck her head in, "Is everything ok in here?" She said it with a mix of legitimate concern and raised-eyebrow innuendo.
I glared at her, "Yes, we're fine."
"There was a spider." Diego's voice dripped with disgust and he continued to edge back towards the door.
"Oh no!" Said Tanis, as if a puppy had been kicked, "Did you hurt it?"
"No, I sent it to Switzerland."
Diego smiled, which brought my heartbeat back up a bit. I shooed them both out to the front where there was inevitably going to be a massive line.
When they were gone I held my breath and turned around to face the breakroom.
The chair was back upright and the boxes were neatly packed. Seated, red arms crossed over his smooth bare chest, his red feet stretched out, his thick red cock laying against his stomach, the demon boy watched me like an amused tiger.
"I can see why you want to fuck him," said the demon. "And I can make it happen."
I'm not sure if I was frozen in fear or because of the stroke I must be having, but I couldn't look away or even blink as I tried to process what I was looking at.
"Don't scream," said the demon.
"I wasn't going to scream."
"Most people scream, it's understandable."
"What are you?"
The demon raised a red eyebrow and gave me the, `are you an idiot?' look.
"Ok, but are you a demon or the actual devil?"
"Fun fact, there isn't actually `an actual devil'," he said with finger air quotes, "I am a manifestation of the forces of chaos that keep the universe from collapsing into nothingness."
"That's a fun fact?"
"It's fun for me," he smiled.
I shook my head and tried to think of a question that could lead to real answers.
"You seem stressed," said the demon.
Suddenly he was on his knees in front of me, grinning up as he said, "Want a blowjob?"
"What? No!" I stepped back.
The naked red demon pouted at me like a cartoon puppy. Despite how confident I was that I had gone insane, his sculpted naked body kneeling in front of me was making my cock twitch.
He got a glint in his eye and said knowingly, "I felt that."
I casually brought my hands together in front of my crotch and said, "I'm not letting a demon suck my dick in the store room with everyone just outside."
"Oh, no problem," he said and he snapped his red fingers.
Nothing happened.
"Was that supposed to do--" I started speaking but trailed off as I noticed how quiet it had become.
The demon winked at me and I stepped out the door.
The cafe was full, Diego and Tanis were both making coffees, but no one was moving. A dozen customers were waiting in line, completely still. Outside on the street people were frozen mid-stride. The traffic looked like a parking lot.
The naked demon stepped out from behind the line of customers and I jumped in surprise again. I was going to have to stop doing that with all the insanity I was seeing.
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Just froze time. The usual."
"The usual?"
He walked towards me, his cock swinging as he stepped around a woman looking at a sale on collector mugs. As he came close I felt the heat radiating off his body. He stopped, his face, inches from mine. He smelled of warm cinnamon and chocolate, like some sort of demonic Christmas candy.
"Now can I interest you in that blowjob?"
"Uh," I stammered, completely lost for an answer.
"I'll take that as a yes."
He brought a red finger to my chest and traced a line from my shirt collar to my crotch, and I watched in silent shock as my shirt and apron split on the line he'd drawn and slipped off my shoulders. I took a deep breath as he went to his knees and his finger traced its way around my hips. The shreds of my jeans fell aside with my shirt and I shuddered a deep breath as my naked skin hit the warm air.
I looked around at the frozen faces, at Diego mid-pour of a large americano, and the danger and the incongruity of the scene made my heart thunder.
With just my underwear left the demon looked up at me with the mischievous glint again. He stuck out his tongue, and as it touched the fabric of my boxer briefs I watched them shimmer and fall away like glitter and my half-hard cock that I had tucked into the waistband flopped down on the demon's waiting tongue.
In one unbroken movement he guided the entire length of my cock deep into his warm throat, taking it all the way until his lips touched the base without making a sound.
He pulled back, running his warm tongue along my shaft as he gently sucked. Then he pulled off, letting my now-hard cock slip out of his mouth as he said, "If you think that's impressive you should see what I can do with my ass."
"Holy fuck."
"Half right," he said.
The demon stood and brought our naked bodies together. His hands burned like a hot shower on my face and his tongue slipped inside my mouth in a deep kiss. I felt consumed and controlled and warm. Sweat formed on my skin as if I'd stepped into a sauna.
He pulled away and winked at me. "Such a hungry boy."
He turned his back to me, putting his hands on the counter, arching his back slightly. His smooth ass cheeks were parted in the middle by a thin red tail with a forked tip.
"Oops," he said, "Let me get that out of your way."
The tail danced up into the air in front of me and curled to one side to clear a path to the dark red crack of his ass.
I felt possessed, drawn in, as I stepped forward. My cock led the way.
I touched his bare hips and felt the tingle of his warm demon skin. With one hand to guide my shaft I aimed between his cheeks and pushed.
It was like he'd prepped for an hour with luxurious silicone lubed toys that were exactly my size. My cockhead pierced his ring and slipped inside with the perfect pressure to stimulate every inch, but the resistance could be overcome by simply pushing a little harder. Before I knew it I had bottomed out inside the demon's ass, my thighs against his hairless cheeks, my hands gripping his red hips as I tried to understand how I was feeling the most extraordinary pleasure and I hadn't cum.
"What is happening?" said Diego suddenly.
I turned, shocked, like a deer caught fucking in the headlights, to see Diego looking at us, very much not frozen in time.
"Let's skip past the shock and explanation, shall we?" Said the demon. He twiddled his fingers and a look of calm settled on Diego's face.
"You're fucking a demon," he said calmly. "Cool."
"Would you like to join us?" The demon asked.
Diego grinned and I watched, holding my breath, as Diego slipped the apron over his head and unbuttoned his shirt. It slipped off his smooth tan shoulders and fell to the ground. His chest was hairless and perfectly fitted to his naturally slim body.
The demon flexed his ass around my cock and I looked at him. He shot me a devilish raised eyebrow and I had to smile as I started fucking him again as I watched the man of my dreams strip off his pants and underwear to reveal a perfect cock surrounded by trimmed black pubes.
"And what is your deepest desire, Diego?" Asked the Demon.
Diego blushed as he started to stroke his growing cock and he answered, "I want Ryan to fuck me."
"That can be arranged," said the Demon. He stood up slightly, tightening his ass around my cock. He held up one hand and snapped his fingers.
Suddenly my cock was squeezed but the demon was gone. Diego gasped and gripped the counter in front of me, my dick suddenly buried deep in his ass.
I looked left and where Diego had stood a moment ago the Demon leaned casually against the milk steamer.
Diego turned his head to look at me and I just stood there in shock, my cock still buried in him, my hands on his hips. Our eyes met and then Diego grinned and grabbed my head in his hands and drew our faces together for a desperate kiss. My cock slipped out of his ass and he moaned in disappointment but turned around to face me, his hard cock slapping mine.
Diego hopped his bare ass up on the counter and wrapped his arms and legs around me and said, "Fuck me!" before he stuck his tongue back in my mouth.
Without even needing to aim, my cock found its way back to his tight hole. Diego moaned into my mouth and I wrapped my arms around his bare back. I started to fuck him desperately, and he flexed his feet against my back, drawing me in and humping my abs with his cock, pulling us tighter together.
Whatever magic or madness had kept me from cumming so far quickly wore down as I fucked him deeper and held him tighter. I pulled my mouth away from his, our sweaty foreheads knocking together, as I desperately panted out, "I'm gonna cum!"
"Me too! Fuck me harder!"
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you!"
"Fuck!"
I couldn't pull him any closer to me as my cock twitched and gushed inside him. His dick flexed against me and I felt a warm spray between us. Diego moaned in my ear and bit my neck. His thighs squeezed my hips and his heels pressed into my back as waves of cum shot out of us both.
The longest orgasm of my life ebbed and receded and I felt our sticky chests come apart as Diego held my head in his hands so we could look at each other again.
I might have gone insane, but I was happier in that moment than I'd ever been.
"What the fuck?" Said a woman's voice.
The noise of coffee and traffic and chatter suddenly returned and we both looked up from our naked embrace on the edge of the counter and saw dozens of shocked faces staring at us.
Diego's sphincter tightened on my cock.
Tanis didn't fire us, thankfully. I carried Diego, still impaled on my cock, into the back room before too many people had seen and she managed to quell the chaos with some free iced lattes. It was slightly awkward for the rest of the shift as Diego and I avoided Tanis' eyes, but on her way out the door after we closed up together she smacked both our asses and tossed me the keys.
"Make sure you wipe down the counters before you lock up, boys."
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