Hey, Everyone!! It had been a while since I talked to the real-life Elliott so I kinda lost interest in my little fantasy about him. He called me up a few days ago, the sweetheart that he is, and it reignited the little flame I've been harboring. And so, my inspiration returned and here is another addition to the Elliott series. Enjoy ;).
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The following story is totally fictitious; It is a fantasy I have about when I had just gotten out of high school. In no way does his page represent actual events. All names, places and personal details have been changed. The following story contains gay, barely-legal, guy-on-guy action. If you don't like that sort of thing, I guess you are on the wrong section of the website ;). Otherwise, enjoy!!
(Picking up immediately following chapter 2)
I woke up the next morning half on top of him, my hand resting over where his heart was beating and my face nuzzled comfortably into his neck. I laid there just enjoying the moment for a little while, feeling his warmth and inhaling his scent. Finally, I decided to get up. As I did, I noticed his breathing had changed but his eyes were still closed.
"Ell, you awake?" I asked, nudging him gently.
Grunt. He was obviously feigning sleep but I decided to play along. I placed both hands on either side of his collarbones and gently gave him a long, soft kiss on his lips. He smiled, keeping his eyes closed.
"How about now?"
"Uhn uh," He replied.
"No?"
He shook his head. I leaned back down and nibbled on his ear. I could tell he was stifling a giggle so I moved from his ear and kissed his neck.
"Now?" I asked, pulling back a bit.
"Nope." He said, eyes still closed.
I got between his legs and went back in and kissed him from his neck, to his quarter-sized nipples, down his sternum and to the top of his belly-button. I threw myself full-force on top of him and his eyes shot open just a few inches from mine.
"Did THAT wake you up?" I grinned, grinding my crotch into his morning wood. Next thing I knew, he rolled over and was on top of me. He had me pinned and playfully held my wrists above my head. I feigned a struggle but it was all in good fun. He tried to kiss me but I turned my head away. He tried again and I repeated, playing hard-to-get with him. Finally, he took hold of my chin and kissed me long and hard, me whimpering into his mouth in submission.
"Yup." He said, smiling at me. Guess I had my answer. He began to mimic the kissing I'd just done to him except that, when his kissing got to my belly button, he kept going lower until his nose was buried into the small patch of furriness that was my pubis.
Gasp Elliott had already dove his mouth onto my cock and taken about half of it in. "Jesus Christ, Elliott..." He came back up to the head and went back down again. Wow. And here I was thinking that I was at HIS service.
Before long, I grabbed two handfuls of Elliott's hair and fired off several spurts into his appreciative mouth. Elliott kept sucking on my spent cock. I guess he has a new-found love of dick in his mouth.
As soon as I had recovered, I sat up and moved toward Elliott to do my duties. He pushed me back down onto the bed and told me to cuddle with him and that I could take care of him later. Soon, I was back asleep.
I woke up later on my stomach, still naked, after feeling something pleasantly hot engulfing my back. It took me a minute to realize Elliott was the culprit. 'He must be up to no good' I giggled to myself. I looked back behind me and gave him a seductive smile.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked him.
"You. Shortly. But first, have you ever had a massage?"
"No..." I grinned at him. I liked where this was going.
"Well, lay back and allow me..." He said with just a little mischief in his voice.
"Focus on the deep tissue, please," I said.
"In due time-" Elliott said as he winked at me.
He went back to applying some hot oil to my back. It was, it smelled of sandalwood and citrus. Elliott began working on my shoulders and neck, digging in right away and working down into the muscles. He worked in circles, applying pressure under my ears and near the back of my neck, working into my lymph nodes and gently taking hold of my neck- I'm not sure how he knows I get off on having a gentle hold around my neck but he obviously does and it drove me fucking wild. He soon retreated back up to my shoulders and blades. Elliott began to knead my flesh in his hands and my stresses started to melt away. He dipped two finger tips into his bowl of oil and allowed them to trace all the way down my spine, giving me chills and leaving a trail of oil behind them. He repeated it but, this time, he went to the spot where my butt just begins to crack and a single drop of the hot oil flowed down and fell onto my now-eager hole.
"Mph..." I couldn't help but moan for him and show my appreciation for this wonderful little tease he was putting on for me.
"Yeah?" He asked, sounding smitten with himself.
"Oh, yeah... Keep doing that, Elliot," I said as he starting pushing up on the flesh just above my butt.
"I think I need a better angle of attack." He said.
"Baby, you keep doing that and you can have anything you want." I had my eyes closed, so I wasn't looking, but I could tell that Elliott was grinning when I said that, knowing that he had me in total submission and willing to do absolutely anything for him.
The bed shifted and Elliott spread my legs and climbed up behind me.
"You don't mind if I put this here, y'know, for safe-keeping?" He asked me as he laid his cock over my hole and between my cheeks. I smiled. He kept working the flesh above my butt for a while before he moved down and was holding a cheek in each hand. He worked my butt for a bit, all while his semi-hard masterpiece was laying comfortably -teasingly- across my little entrance. He moved and he was off the bed and now working my left thigh.
"Really?" I asked him as he got up. He smirked at me.
"No fun if I just give you what you want, is it?" He asked, almost as if he were actually inquiring. Ohhh, he knew JUST how to get me going. He was good; He was VERY good. Elliott's hands moved down further and he was now applying a pleasant pressure to the arch of my foot. I didn't even know a muscle could tighten up there but it apparently was tight and Elliott has hands of gold.
My dick was beginning to hurt, straining under me against the mattress like this. Elliott was now moving back up my leg. Good. Only one more limb before he finally fucks me... I hope... As his hands moved back to my butt, he slipped two fingers over my hole and massaged it in a circular motion.
"Mmmph..." I hummed into my pillow.
He let them slide in and fingered me for a fleeting moment before withdrawing them and continuing his massage on my right leg. Bastard.
FINALLY, Elliott climbed back onto the bed and moved between my legs. He laid his cock back between my cheeks. With one hand, he continued to massage my right shoulder while pouring his remaining hot oil all over my butt and his dick. The stuff spread out everywhere- Some of it dripped down my taint and coated my balls, making them hang lower than usual. He placed both hands on my shoulders and pulled me back into a doggystyle position. As he rubbed my shoulders, I let my head hang in complete relaxation. Without even using his hands to help him, he lined up his dick with my butt and let the head poke me gently. He'd press forward a little, just enough to break in, and then he'd ease back out, teasing me all the way. I so wanted to push back and impale myself on him but his firm hands kept me forward, forcing me to endure his torture.
Little by little, he eventually slid deeper but withdrew before I could even enjoy what was inside of me. He started going deep enough to brush my sweet spot. He would pull out all the way to the head and would long-dick it all the way back in to the hilt, before pulling almost all the way back out again. I moaned for all I was worth; I let him know just how much he owned me and how much I LOVED and NEEDED his dick inside me. I flexed my muscles as tight as I could and milked him. He sighed, pacing himself and gearing up for the long haul. There was no urgency; He was gonna fuck me like that for as long as humanly possible and I was happy to oblige him.
We went on like this for about 2 full hours. He'd gotten me off twice by pulling on my cock while he sped up his fucking a bit but both times he slowed back down and kept going after my orgasms had finished. I know he came at least once by the way his thrusts became erratic and by his huffing and puffing but he just powered through it and kept fucking me without even missing a beat. After about 2 1/2 hours, he started to pick up the pace.
"Mph, yeah, Elliott. Fuck that ass." I said to him, my voice raspy from all the moaning I'd been doing.
"Huff Oh, yeah... Huff I'm gonna pound you so fucking hard."
"Do it, Ell. Give it to me good."
His hands came down around my hips and started pulling me back into his thrusts. He was fucking me pretty good but it wasn't quite hard enough. He must've thought the same thing because he pulled out rather quickly and helped me down onto the ground and bent me over the bed. He jabbed back inside and resumed fucking me with a vengeance. I was squashed up against the bed and couldn't move.
"Oh... Huff Huff Oh... Gasp Oh, God, Elliott... Yes..." I started out talking to him but ended up yelling at him. "God, YES. Harder, Ell!!" I begged him. I wanted him to fuck me so hard that it hurt.
He pulled back and slammed into me so hard that the entire bed moved backwards against the wall. We both instinctively moved forward and he continued slamming me as hard as he possibly could and, now that there was no more give with the bed, he was really giving me all he had. I got my wish, it started to hurt- He was going so deep, so hard that it felt like he was simply going to pass through me. I grit my teeth. It hurt but it hurt good, better than anything else in the world.
I was almost yelling out at this point. I couldn't contain it, even if I wanted to. I just kept calling out his name, begging him to keep going.
I felt my orgasm beginning to stir, without me even touching my cock. I gripped the sheets and gritted my teeth again. Elliot knew what was coming by the sound of my moaning. He gave a few last thrusts, the hardest yet, and buried his dick as deep as he could. It was at the same time that we both experienced the most earth-shattering orgasms that each of us had ever had. Elliott's nails dug into my hips and made me bleed. It hurt but it only added to my pleasure. Hell, I came so hard that my vision started having white dots everywhere. It was blissful ecstasy.
With a heave, Elliott laid down on my back, resting after an incredible 2 1/2 hours of fucking me into next week. There was absolutely no question about it: He OWNED me; I was his property, wholly.
He pulled out with a plop and we climbed onto the bed together. As we did, an unbelievable amount of spunk came pouring out of me, mixed with a small amount of blood. I felt so empty without his dick inside of me. I was actually surprised to see it deflated- Usually, his dick just doesn't go down but it seemed like it was finally satisfied.
Elliott pulled me into the softest and most gentle kiss. He held my face in his hands and caressed my cheek.We laid down, him now behind me, and spooned. He was fast asleep, nuzzled so tightly against me that we couldn't get any closer if we tried. He had his arm around me with his hand cradled to the curve of my chest, directly over my heart.
We fell asleep like that and I, for one, was a very happy boy.