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Something My boyfriend wrote for me!!! Comments Welcome!!
Darkness
It was a darker night than normal. Usually nights in the city were best described as 'half-days', especially in the "city that never sleeps". However tonight was an exception. The darkness borne of having no moonlight at all was heightened by the driving snowfall that seemed to want to drown out what little light and warmth the few buildings and street lights could produce. It was peaceful and quiet, in an eerie sort of way.
Justin was a little more tired than normal. He hadn't slept well the night before, which was due, in part, to the fact that he was sleeping alone for the first time in months (and also due to the big dinner he had, followed by an even bigger dessert). His boyfriend, David, was out of town-- down south visiting family--and Justin kept reaching for him all night long, only to find a cold spot and an empty pillow. His readiness to sleep tonight was also helped by the fact that he had gotten no rest all day, between working on ads for his business, shoveling foot upon foot of snow, and taking care of his grandmother. All this combined to make Justin's eyelids want to fall as heavily and as quickly as the white flakes that went on burying the city.
Justin took some comfort in knowing that David would be home tomorrow morning. Even after talking to his sweetheart on the phone earlier in the evening, Justin was still a little lonely, so he did what he could to bring himself comfort--mixed up a cup of steaming, sweet hot chocolate, went into David's room and slipped into one of his pairs of white Calvin Klein boxer-briefs and a gray half-T-shirt, and curled up under his "comfortable" on the couch-bed to watch T.V. Halfway into his favorite show, and halfway finished with the hot chocolate, Justin was sound asleep.
His dreams were quite erotic that night, and strangely real. He dreamt he was laying by a river in a soft, green carpet of spring grass while a cool breeze caressed his body. The branches of the willow tree he lay under slowly played over his skin--lightly and gently caressing him, almost in a human way.
Running their leaves across his chest and stomach and thighs and arms, the trees tickled him in a pleasant way. Soon, however the breeze seemed colder, bringing goosebumps to his exposed flesh. He tried to reach out and find something to cover himself with when he realized that the sinuous branches had somehow wrapped themselves around his wrists. He rolled over to try to see why they bound him so tightly, but everything was dark. While on his stomach, he felt the same binding tug of the branches on each of his ankles, pulling outward and forcing his legs apart. The realness of the feeling was intense, accompanied by a feeling of vulnerability and fear. Suddenly Justin realized it wasn't a dream, and he opened his eyes to find that his wrists were in fact bound to one corner of his bed, and although he couldn't twist his neck to see, he felt his ankles tied tightly to the opposite corners. He saw movement from the corner of his eye, and turning his head he saw a figure all in black, crossing the room to close the window that was letting in the winter cold. Justin knew that this was no joke or dream, and he was instantly afraid.
After closing the window, the dark, silent stranger approached Justin again and simply stood above the spread-eagled youth, looking at his skin in the moonlight that was able to leak in the room.
Justin pleaded with the dark man. "I don't know who you are or what you want, but just don't hurt me. I'll give you money, my stuff, anything... just... just don't hurt me, OK?" Justin wanted so badly to scream, but the last thing he wanted to happen was for his sleeping grandmother to be alarmed, come into the room, and be put in danger herself. He tried to twist his wrists and legs free when suddenly a hand shot out from the darkness and covered his mouth. Justin gasped and froze solid. "You'll give me what I want all right, boy, but it ain't your fuckin' money" the stranger whispered strongly. "I've watched your ass for days, and you were just beggin for it to be had--so I'm here now to have it."
Justin still was disoriented from his sleep, but he was starting to get a fairly good idea of what the stranger wanted, and under other circumstances, he may have been more receptive. Justin, by his own admission, loved to get fucked. His boyfriend David fucked him hard and long on almost a daily basis, and Justin still liked to play with his favorite dildo from time to time. Justin loved getting fucked, but this situation seemed different--he knew this stranger was going to take what he wanted, and he could do absolutely nothing to stop him. His fear was compounded by the fact that he couldn't fight... he was bound and helpless and he just then noticed that in the process of tying him up, the silent stranger had removed his underwear as well. Now he was naked, tied up face down on his bed in the darkness with a horny man getting ready to take his ass whether he wanted to let him or not.
The stranger laid on top of him and Justin began to struggle again, a little harder this time. The binding the stranger had used was strong and felt a little like heavy tape, so Justin knew he didn't stand much of a chance of working free, but he writhed anyway. The stranger simply pressed his body down on the boy's harder, rubbing his dark clothing against the youth's smooth, white skin. The stranger wore black jeans and shoes, a black shirt and even a face mask to conceal his identity from his victim. He now ground his still clothed hardon down against Justin's bare ass and humped up and down a few times to remind the boy what was to come. Justin slowed his struggle, because no matter how helpless he felt, the feeling of the man's erect dick pressing through the jeans and against his ass felt so damn good. The stranger wedged his legs between Justin's and knelt upright over the boy, giving him a perfect view of his waiting ass and back and neck. The stranger unzipped his jeans and released his straining cock, hard and dripping with precum. He also wore a thick black leather belt, which he slipped off from around his waist as he stroked his stiff cock. He looped the end of the belt through the buckle and leaned forward again, this time pressing his bare dick against the boy's smooth butt. As he slipped the looping belt over Justin's head and around his neck, he whispered in his ear "You're gonna love my cock buried deep in your ass, and you're gonna beg me to cum inside you, got it?" Justin, now driven more by lust than fear, was able to moan a soft "Yes" to the stranger's command. The thick leather strap tightened slightly around his neck as the stranger pulled back.... "Yes what, boy?" Justin whispered "Yes, sir" "That's better" said the man, and loosened the belt just a bit.
The stranger stuck his hand in Justin's face and commanded him to spit in it.
Not sure why, but not wanting to disobey, Justin complied and spit as the man asked. He heard the stranger rubbing the saliva on his thickening dick and Justin began to realize that that was all the lube he was going to get. "I've got something better for that under the bed", offered Justin, but the stranger quickly tugged the belt and replied "I bet you do, fuck-boy, but I'm gonna do you with your own fucking spit and you're gonna feel it every inch of the way." With that the stranger eased his dickhead down and against Justin's puckered ass.
Justin tried to relax his ass as much as possible, but the stranger had him so shaken and turned on at the same time that all he felt was the thick, swollen head of what he knew was a beautiful cock parting his outer ring of ass muscle. He knew this man was going to screw him so good, and he wanted to feel it all, but this guy wasn't going to fuck nice. He was going to fuck hard and rough, and Justin could already feel that full feeling he loved so much. "Do it slow, please" Justin whispered, and the belt pulled backwards, causing him to gasp "Please, sir" The stranger shot back "That's it... you beg for my fucking dick, BOY" and he shoved in another inch. Justin gasped again from the fullness in his ass. Justin tried to pull away in spite of his ties, but the man simply grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back down, forcing another agonizingly beautiful inch to slide inside the boy's body. "That's it.... feel me inside you. Tighten your ass and milk it, boy. Ride me. Let me rape that tight ass of yours. So good. So fucking good." the stranger spoke lower and more commanding now. Justin's struggle turned into submission as he tried to push his ass up and back against the fat dick. He wanted it all inside him, filling him up and stretching his insides.
"Oh yeah, boy, you like this dick inside you?" the stranger asked. "Yeah..." Justin whimpered. CHOKE! the belt tightened harder "Yes, sir!" the boy gasped, but the belt didn't relax as much this time. The stranger began to pump his hips harder, stroking the tight boy butt with long, deep strokes. Feeling the insides of the boy's ass wrapped around his bloated dick felt so great--he pumped harder, slamming his entire weight against the young ass and pulling the thick leather collar a little tighter each time. He was getting closer, and Justin knew it too. He could feel the cockhead inside him swelling even bigger, stroking him like he had never felt before. He felt the stranger's body stiffen under his clothes, the muscles of his arms and legs tightening as his hips pounded so achingly hard. Justin could barely breathe now, as he was tied to the man's every thrust with his head and neck arching back--a piece of meat getting screwed by this hot stud on top of him.
All at once the stranger threw his head back and let out a series of moans. Each thrust now gave forth a shot of hot cum deep inside Justin's ass, and the feeling of having this dick spurting inside him was too much for Justin to handle. Although he hadn't been able to touch his stiff dick, the pressure of the stranger's orgasm sent the hot 20 year old over the edge and he drilled his thick load into the cushions of his bed. Each shot the man put up Justin's ass brought another blast from his own aching cock. Justin's world was spinning as his whole body joined in an orgasm with this hot dark man, and he breathed deeply as the stranger began to release his hold on the belt around his neck. As their spasming bodies slowed, the two let out deep moans of ecstasy. The stranger left his still hard and twitching dick inside the boys stretched ass, and he collapsed on top of Justin in the dark. The two laid still, relaxed in the still fresh smell of hot sex.
Hours had passed by the time Justin awoke. He laid still as his memory of the night before slowly returned to him. Did it really happen? His arms and wrists were sore, and his neck seemed stiff as he turned to see the clock flashing 11:08am. He was still in a daze as he swung his legs over the edge of the couch, and his ass felt like it had been plowed like the pile of snow in front of his house. The smell of cooking came to his nose--bacon, eggs, toast, and coffee came floating through the door, clearing his head a little more. Coffee! That could mean only one thing--David was home! He must have come in early! As confused as he was about the events of the night before (which certainly couldn't have been a dream), he wanted so much to kiss his sweetheart. He staggered out of bed on sore legs, and almost stumbled on the suitcases David had slid silently in the door. He never noticed the duffel bag beside the suitcase.... and he also never noticed that the bag contained a roll of thick tape, black jeans and a belt, a black shirt, and a face mask.
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