Breaking up
By Xephly Merrymaking
"You asshole!"
"Yeah and that's all you know about me! Your sole concern in our relationship is sex. Sex, sex, sex! You heartless brute!"
"That's not true; you are only saying that to hurt me. Your guilt-tripping has not improved a tad after getting that Psychology degree, pathetic..."
"I wasn't trying to guilt-trip you! Please, Marc, be reasonable. I hate it when we fight like this, it saddens me enormously to see and hear ourselves behaving like two children. This is too much for me, I must lie down somewhere, I AM distressed by this!"
"Oh, stop it!! I'm so sick of YOU! You should get an Oscar for this! I'm out of here."
I love the feeling of fleeing down the stairway, with the friction of night air painting my face. My boyfriend's voice is still audible above, "Marc! Marc!" I wish he could just give it a rest. You may think I was rude to him back in his apartment. But he's a phoney prick, and a lawyer who's good at acting! Typically boring.
Not that I'm much more interesting, I work as a librarian in the State Library. We actually picked each other up there and fucked like rabbits that night. It was hard not to notice him on a Monday morning in the library. Plus I like brunettes, and I make sure I notice them. He is very much my type, outwardly: tall, fit (gym bunny in a suit), eyelashes long and erect, and immediately under his bottom lip, there's a dot of goatee like an eye. We chatted, whilst my fingernail skated on the large black desk between us. He had to go after fifteen minutes, but he said he would return after work. I told him my shift finished at one.
"I'll come during my lunch break then, " He scanned across my chest, and read, "Marc."
And of course he did return, otherwise we wouldn't be fucking that night. He returned to give me his phone number. It's cute that he didn't remember to do that in the morning, could have saved the walk to the library then. We chatted a little again, while my fingernail slid up and down his stiff tie, in the cafe below the books. He still had two meeting that afternoon so he left at two. Wouldn't even skip them for me, that's how boring he is!
That night was fun nevertheless. I got to see more of his outwardness and he mine. He had nice nipples, petit and sensitive, unlike those pea-esque ones I had tasted over the years. His waxer liked them too apparently; in fact, our quarrel tonight was caused by the blowjob my boyfriend received from the waxer. Honesty is a fucking virtue, he said to me. His honesty makes me want to slap him or, just as well, fuck him hard while he moans aloud, exactly like our first night. The Chinese calls it "bed-screaming". He screamed with my bed, with every forceful thrust I hipped. His pecs were glaring and smooth like the oiled latex between us. I can't help but to nibble on them, and the nipples too. Fuck me, fuck me, he throated out. Yeah I'll fuck you until your nose bleeds, slut, I breathed. He moaned louder. He loves dirty talks, and I love talking to him dirty. I also love to watch his biceps throbbing while he wanks himself, they are as if snowballs rolling in simple harmonic motion.
I thrust harder because I knew how it feels to be fucked like this. You feel more than pain, which is really irrelevant because it is overcome by more powerful things. You feel utterly vulnerable, a reddened iron rod is trying to penetrate the weakest spot in you, but it never does, it only prods then retreats. You want to arch your body but you also want to push your whole self onto that rod, and you do. You don't want to miss out on the pleasure. You want to get fucked, harder. He ejaculated. He always comes before I do. And I, before he could breathe in another roomful of air, retreated and undressed my seven-and-a-half-inch cock, then hipped it into his ravenous throat and came. This has become our routine, and he loves it.
We only kissed after we fucked. He thought I liked tasting my own come, he thought wrong. I didn't mind it then though, because I liked him, as I said, he was very much my type, outwardly.
He loved me, he proclaimed. Probably because I fucked him hard, now that I've come to think about it. Anyway, after three months, he took me into his apartment. His bed doesn't scream as much as mine, and he likes that, because he can hear himself better. Another three months have passed now and I have fully learnt the catastrophic consequence of my rush acceptance of his invitation.
I don't want to crawl back to his place, at least not tonight. Oxford Street is the next turn; I'm going to find that waxer.
(Two months later...)
"You asshole!"
"What?!"
"You heard me, all right, you heard me. So don't even pretend that you didn't. You always PRETEND, you snake!"
"HEY! Give me a break! You had just come home at this ungodly hour and called me all these obscenities, of course I'm going to expect some sort of explanation from you!"
"Oh, do stop it, Marc. I've just been to my waxer and..."
"Was it good? For a moment I actually thought you were busy with work. Bad sex, huh? So you decided to take it out on your boyfriend?! Well what did you do this time, did he fuck you as well as I do?"
"I thought we've already dealt with this long time ago, Marc, and I apologised profusely. I did not have sex with him, if you really have to know. That's not the point anyway. The point is..."
"I don't want to hear it, just shut up!"
"I am NOT going to shut up, you fuck! You know, don't you? You know what I'm going to say, you conniving..."
"I don't have to take this!"
Damn right I know, but I'm not going to satisfy him by admitting it. It is a windless night outside, my lungs greedily inhale the cool air then expel twice the amount. I did not expect such jealousy to be aroused in him. It is kind of cute, really, but not enough for me to forgive him. I am glad he found out. Revenge is sweet, they say. I think it's rather like come. Its taste is really not all that pleasant, but it's filling and satisfying. It's lustful. It's fucking great.
He waxed my hairless hole, that slut. Again and again, he played with it. Seeing my cock was hard, his attention was transferred to my balls. Licked them good, he did. No wonder he cheated on me, I thought then. The slut is pretty good at what he's doing. He gazed into my eyes whilst he tongued my balls, and in my imagination, he never blinked. I think he was making sure I was consenting to it. Of course I was, idiot, that's what I was there for. Or perhaps he just wanted to see a distorted face, but I was cool, didn't want to give him the pleasure. I just stared at him too, and he kept slopping.
"Can I..."
"Go ahead."
His mouth engulfed my whole cock. Right then I could hear the familiar moaning my boyfriend would have produced. So I decided to do something to put him out of my mind. I only wanted to fuck and nothing else. My fingers joined to form a bond behind the slut's head and buried his nose into my remaining sparse pubic hair. I forced my cock down as deep as possible and stood up on my knees. His eyelids closed. He was loving every minute of this, the slut. My hands pulled harder, my hip pushed harder, he tried to breathe harder. Abruptly my cock was sprung out of his mouth, its tip resting on his flamed lip. Without evidently taking a breath, he started to penetrate my cockslit with the tip of his tongue. He moaned, moaned louder than my boyfriend, the slut. So I gave him what he wanted and muscled my cock into his pink hole again, as abruptly. I could feel his cheekbones hitting me, so I thrust harder. Deeper. Further. Harder. Harder. Harder. And I came, onto his face, his whole face, without omitting an inch of his distorted face.
Don't give up your day job, I said to him when I paid.
"Marc!"
I turn and see him jogging towards me.
"I'm sorry, Marc, for the way I behaved. Let's just forget about everything, hey? Come home now, come on."
"No."
"Have some consideration for us and yourself, Marcus. I have condescended to apologise for something you did wrongly, I am sure you do realise that. You really need to make an effort in the maintenance of our fragile relationship."
"That's worth Best Actress, darling."
"For pity's sake!"
"'For pity's sake!' Neh neh neh neh neh!"
"You asshole!"
"You asshole!"
"Yeah and that's all you know about me! Your sole concern in our relationship is sex. Sex, sex, sex! You heartless brute!"
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Xephly Merrymaking parvazephyr@yahoo.com