Part VIII
"Charles," I gasped. I stole that breath between his slow lunges. His long, wet tongue scaled the landscape inside my mouth, sweeping out his conquered ground. I just opened my mouth and hummed, petting and stroking it with soft laps, nurturing the beast that dominated my heart.
"I love you Charles."
"I love you too, Jeremy," he whispered, his strong hand moving up the back of my head and grazing my hair. I ran my hands down his form-fitting tuxedo, feeling his warm body flex then relax to my touch. His arms wrapped around me. I pulled him in by the tie. He just held me there tight, and I squeezed back—feeling the constricting, pulsing heat, the thick muscles, and the harmless softness beneath it.
I started sniffing.
"What's wrong?" Charles whispered.
I stared at him, running my hand over my mouth and nose.
"It's just—I feel like we are finally free. You finally are willing to show who you are," I said. I gestured faintly to the pictures of him on his bedside table. Camping. Sailing. Building a treehouse with his family.
"But that's a good thing—isn't it?"
"But now you are going to go to college! All that time we could have spent doing those things—we spent feeling sorry for ourselves. We just have our girlfriends that did everything while we sat and moped and lived through everyone else. We never actually did anything, did we?"
Charles smiled. "We fucked."
My eyes rippled. "Damn our hags."
Charles nodded. "Sorry if Emily—y'know."
I smirked. "And I'm sorry if Sasha..." I sighed. "Actually, I don't actually regret anything she did."
"She made you wear pink," Charles said.
"Except that," I said laughing. "I mean—what happened to Emily back there probably was a little much—but it was entertaining. That counts for something. It had a sort of poetic justice to it."
Charles rolled his eyes. "What kind of poetry do you read? Shit. Do you really think anything that happened back helped her to grow as a person?"
"Maybe not," I admitted. "But for some reason I find it hard to care about her."
"Heartless bastard," he whispered, his eyes twinkling with mirth; his paws pouncing in for the kill.
He tickled me ferociously; I tried not to scream as my laughter rattled around the room; soon our rolling bodies followed, wrestling awkwardly through our straining attire. We unbuttoned each others' clothes, chuckling away the awkwardness of it.
He pulled off my shoes.
"Why is there a ripped piece of paper that says `sash' stuck to your foot?"
"Hell if I know—" I said, my voice rising as my pants slid down my legs and off.
We pulled off our jackets, vests, ties, shirts, undershirts, corsages—every sweaty damn piece of cloth that barred me from my Animal.
"What about your dad?" I whispered, as he snatched me and dove on to the bed.
"Out," he said. "I told him I might bring a girl home."
"I aint no girl!" I said, grabbing my dick and laughing.
"I see how it is," Animal said, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. "You want me to be the girl tonight."
"Animal!" I whispered, my voice curling high.
Animal dripped wet kisses down my chest.
He inhaled. "You said it was my turn" --he tongued my belly button—"to get down on my knees and beg," he finished finally.
My breathing was ragged.
He slumped off the bed, slinking onto his knees. "Please, Jeremy. Please let me make it up to you. Please let me suck that big, shivering dick into my hot mouth."
His glistening lips curled; never hiding his cocky smirk.
"You don't have to," I whimpered. "I just wanted to know that you would—"
He licked his lips and wrapped them around the tip of my dick.
"FUCK!"I yelled, my legs buckling.
He just knelt there; his eyes twinkling; as he let the water roll slowly off his tongue and swirl around my trembling dick. He refused to move, just lingering there, sucking tenderly at the head, waiting patiently, letting the pressure and moisture break my sweat.
I ran a hand through his increasingly shaggy, dirty-blond hair, petting him, gripping him, letting my breathe rattle deep.
His tongue beat softly against my dick.
"You wanna be my girl tonight?" I asked.
Animal's eyes twinkled as he sucked hard on my dick.
"Ooh," I whispered. I noticed that without thinking, I had been pushing on the back of his head. He resisted, keeping his lips locked in place as his tongue blanketed my dickhead with rough, wet strokes.
Then, with sudden deliberation, he drank my whole, vulnerable, pulsing, toughened dick into the back of his throat.
"OH SHIT!" I whimpered, my hands falling limp, my legs bucking out.
He pulled off my dick and smiled.
"Do you like that?" he asked, his misty blue eyes shimmering.
"Oh you fucking tease," I muttered, grabbing the back of his head.
He wouldn't let me guide him back around my dick, so I had to sit there, tense, as he lapped slowly at up and down the length of my shaft, groaning, and pausing occasionally to look up at me and smirk.
I couldn't believe the sight in front of me: the smooth bridges of pale jock feet; two tight, flexing calves, sprinkled with golden hair; diamond quadriceps; curling orbs of meat—I felt my mouth water—how had I never sucked that rock-hard, muscled ass?
His smooth, slinking back; his scraggly dirty blond mane—I played with it as he licked my dick and purred—his crownlike eyebrows; his piercing, smug sapphires; his strong nose; his curling mouth; his pearly teeth; his chisled chin—it nodded as his tongue washed the length of me—his neck; his shoulders; his broad, lifting pecs—those big, flexing rocks that first brought me to my knees.
Thanking whatever's out there that I could have a stud like this. How this king ended up pleasuring me was beyond comprehension.
"OOOoooh!" I squealed. Animal had moved his face downward, stealing a taste of my cold, sweaty balls. His arms stroked my thighs, which shook and softened to the touch.
His tongue cupped my balls. He pulled them in, sucking until they slipped into his mouth. The corners of his mouth constricted; I squealed as his vibrating lips played with me. He let them drop.
He lapped slowly at my ballsack.
I felt so much stimulation; so much impending impulse; so much space that needed to be filled.
Animal's hands continued to tease my thighs, which flexed now, rising into the air. His hands curled around them, kneading my tense quads until they stretched erect.
His tongue ran down my ballsack, then down the line of skin between my legs. He lingered below, his breathe warm as it slowly found the ring of my ass.
He lingered, breathing in and out.
He smothered my hole with soft tongue. My ass drowned in sensation as he dragged his tongue against it, over and over and over. I gasped.
"Animal," I whimpered. "I thought you were going to be the girl tonight."
"Is that what you want?" The hot breathe of his question hung on my hole.
"I think you know what I want," I said softly.
"What?" he asked. I moaned at the soft caress of tongue on my ring.
"I need you inside me," I mumbled.
"Like this?" he whispered. His tongue dug into my hole.
"Oh!" I squealed.
I felt my body twitch and flail as his tongue scooped slowly in and out.
"Please fuck me," I whispered. His tongue rolled down the walls of my channel.
"PLEASE," I whimpered.
His tongue slashed in deep and I groaned as he sucked my ass.
"God, stop teasing me already. I'm already yours."
"My what?" Animal asked, his voice growling deep.
"Your cocksucker. Your bitch. Your pussy. Your lover. Your everything."
Animal stood up, his shadowy, buff form sleek with sweat. He walked across the room, flexing a chain of muscles with each step. He came back with two crowns, handing one to me.
"I want you to be my queen." He smiled, then whispered, "You are about to get royally fucked."
I slid the tiara onto my head while Animal donned his crown. It shimmered silver, bringing out the mist in his blue eyes. The lines of his biceps curled as they wrapped around me; his pecs tightened as they brushed warmth into my chest. His face was inches from mine.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, catching me staring into his red lips.
"You're the king of the jungle," I whispered, running my hand over his hard cock. I guided it to the cusp of my hole.
Animal snarled, grabbing my legs and pulling them into the air again. Then he pushed them so that my knees dug into my nipples. My asshole pointed up at the cool air.
Animal moaned. "God, it looks like a quivering, wet pussy."
I laughed. "Except it's too eager and tight to be a real pussy."
Animal groaned. "You are a real pussy," he whispered. Then he slammed his cock inside.
He stretched my wet walls. His warm hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, sculpting room for his plunging bone. It dug deep inside, slinking, twitching at my very core. I was lost in a haze of moans.
"I love your eager, tight hole," Animal muttered.
"I love your savage, hulking cock," I said.
"I love you," Animal whispered softly.
"I love you too," I said.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard," Animal growled.
"I'm going to take it so good," I moaned. I raised my eyebrows.
Animal snarled, pulling his cock out slowly. He buried it in one sweet motion.
I groaned as he stretched me open, overpowering my tense, flexing hole until it just gaped at him, submissive and desperate for more.
"You want me to fill you?" he muttered.
I just nodded, my mouth hanging open.
"You like the way my big cock stretches your hole?" he whispered.
I smirked. "Yeah, but... I thought you said you were going to fuck me hard?"
"You little cunt," Animal said, his eyes glittering.
He forced his cock deeper. Have I mentioned that it doesn't really fit? I growled as I felt that defensive spark tickle down my spine, building to escape. It was all natural now; I moaned, pulling him in by the back of his head, sucking his strong tongue into my mouth. He drooled and I sucked. His tongue rolled and soothed mine, and I just opened wide.
He humped me with his silky bone; it curled smoothly up my hole. His leaking cock made things so wet--I couldn't have known how hard he fucked if it wasn't for how wide my hole stretched and the red sting of muscle slapping against my open ass.
He hugged me tight as he fucked me; I felt his muscles tighten and dig into my flesh; his arms snared me.
"Did you miss me?" he whispered.
"The only times I've ever felt alive—I've been with you," I gasped between his slow, deep, furrows. His cock grooved my ass, pulling it free. Animal pushed my knees into my stomach; making my ass glint at him, increasingly accessible, open and wet. He drilled it with cock, snarling.
"You are such a stud," I whispered, running my hand down his golden chest.
"You know just what I like to hear," Animal whispered.
"Like how I am your helpless, obedient pussy?"
"Fuck yeah," Animal growled, delving deeper into my hole.
"I'm your eager cocksucking slave," I said.
"You're--mine," he said.
"I wouldn't want it any other way," I said, flexing the walls of my ass around his burrowing cock. He groaned.
"You are going to pay for that tease, you cocksucker."
"You don't have the balls," I whispered.
"Fucking fuck," Animal muttered, eloquent as always. He slammed with a vengeance; his cock pierced so deep I felt his balls smothering my ass; his cock explored depths I didn't recognize. He let his hanging sack linger, dripping sweat, before he pulled out and slammed in balls-deep again.
He pulled my ass toward him, sculpting the cheeks apart so that he could bury his cock deeper. I moaned, completely impaled by his hot, rocking cock. I felt like a scrap-doll puppet, wielded and vivified, dreamed and controlled by my master.
His cock paced in and out of my ass. Slowly it lurked deeper, rougher. I pushed my ass out toward him and held my cheeks apart. Animal snarled, holding me tight beneath his brute fuck. I felt changed; complicit in my own submission.
"Fuck yeah," Animal muttered, sliding deep into my gulping hole. His balls beat against my ass; his pecs hung stiff in front of my face. I giggled and sucked a nipple into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my hair. I thought he would pull my face off his chest, but instead he shoved me deeper, smearing my face in his musky chest sweat. Some of it leaked into my mouth so I drank it down.
Salty.
He eviscerated my ass; slamming and growling; pulsing with power.
"Just face it baby," Animal whispered, his cock digging deep, "You are my bitch."
"I'm your what?" I said, flexing my hole.
He roared, pummeling my ass with his shaking cock.
"You're my bitch! My sweet-assed, cum-sucking, houseboy bitch."
I groaned.
He smiled, flashing those white daggers. "You like hearing that?"
My mouth opened halfway; my eyes rolled back.
"You like my big cock up your hole?" His balls whipped against my ass as his deep fuck hastened. I couldn't stop moaning.
"You like my hot fucking body?" His chest slapped my straining dick in each motion, his flexing quads crushed my pussy ass. I shivered.
"You want me to cum deep inside you?" His abs clapped against my ass; his balls stung. I was shaking; squealing.
His cock pounded deep, ballooning another inch despite already being massive, hard, and erect. I flailed, begging for more. He rammed my ass, snarling; his big pecs flexed and dripped on my face; his abs and balls beat wet; his cock curled deep.
"I love you," I whispered. He fucked through my straining, constricting hole as the blaze of orgasm hit. It rushed through me; my vision flared white; rushing; pulsing; hot—my cum lashed out, over and over, slashing Animal's flexing chest with pearly scars. I held him close.
The pace of Animal's cock slowed so that it lingered deep; my cum dripped off his chest and pooled below my pecs; Animal's hand scooped in and brought it to my lips.
I sucked my own cum eagerly, holding him close, his sky-blue eyes glittering. There was an intimate strain as he tightened my ass through slowing, scraping pulls; the relief as his cock burrowed back inside, filling my empty hole; the touch of his strong hands playing against my skin; the brush of his lips as he leaned in; the cool spark that came as his biceps flexed around me. The warmth of his body kindled my beating heart.
"I—I love you too, Jeremy," Animal whispered.
His warm cum pulsed slowly inside--and my ass swallowed it down.
We rolled onto our sides and gazed into soft eyes. He drew closer until I felt his eyelashes mingle with mine. We fell asleep like that, his strong arms around me, his cock still snared by my clinging ass.
He woke me with a kiss.
"Weren't you going to be the girl tonight?" I asked after a moment.
Animal smirked. "Then you begged me to fuck you—remember?"
I ran my hand down his lithe, flexing chest. "You are the girl next time."
"We'll see," Animal said, hopping out of bed.
"No it's happening," I said softly. "I'm eating that meaty ass of yours and then..."
Animal laughed. "And then you'll beg to get fucked again."
I tossed a pillow at him.
"You better come back every weekend," I said softly.
"But what if I meet cool college people and forget about you?" he said.
"You are going to forget about your loving cocksucker, pining away for you?" I said, sliding off the bed, naked, falling to my knees.
"That might be sort of memorable," Animal admitted.
"I guess you'll just have to fuck my face for nostalgic purposes," I said, shrugging.
"You talk too much," Animal whispered.
"Too bad there is nothing you can do about it," I said, almost singing.
He walked until he was inches from me. My eyes soaked in his body. I stared at his hardening cock as it swung up toward my face. I kissed it.
"I'm coming back," Animal whispered.
"Good,"I said, shoving him back onto the bed. His legs swung into the air and I held them there. His eyes widened as I leaned forward with an open mouth. I buried my face between his ass cheeks and he sighed.
"I fucking love you so much, Jeremy."
I pulled off.
"I love you too Charles."
"I think I know what I want Jeremy," he said.
"You do huh?" I asked.
He nodded.
And I smiled.
THE END
Thoughts about the story? Think I should write for someone you know? Have an unrelated fantasy idea you wish someone would write about? I'm all ears. My email is: krazytop@gmail.com. My next story will be: my-well-bred-friend (High-School).