Don't read this if you aren't of legal age to view this where you live. It contains sexually explicit material. All names, places, and events are entirely fictional, and any similarities to real-life events are entirely coincidental.
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Finally flushed another one out. I do appreciate all your fan mail, try to be gentlemen though. Who am I kidding, I've never wanted one of those.
I nervously paced my room, the anticipation was killing me. It had been a couple weeks since the party, I wondered if I'd hear from him again, but I had, just yesterday.
Seems like I'd gone over that night dozens of times. It's not like I'm a stranger to that kind of thing, but things stayed with me, nagged at me. I should really stop trying to wring out meaning out of every situation; the truth is, all that happened is that I ran into a handsome guy while we were both a bit intoxicated and he got a little rough.
And he'll be at my door in 15 minutes.
Maybe I should leave, I thought to myself. All my alarm bells were ringing, but here I was, feet glued to the ground, kissing, or rather, being kissed, by a guy I just met who within a few minutes of meeting me had already got me pegged.
Every so often he'd break away, pull back, the cold air steaming his breath and look at me. It was scary to be looked at like that, like someone has your number, knows you and knows things about you you haven't even shared.
"So I'll be out of town for a little while, give me your number," he told me.
"Uhh," I replied weakly," I don't have a cell phone."
"Then give me your home phone, princess," he said into my ear as he bent over and nibbled my neck," Or are you afraid I'll tip off mommy and daddy? Don't worry, they already know."
"That got disconnected," I admitted sheepishly.
He sighed," Listen. You're a good cocksucker and cute as all get out, and I think we could have a lot of fun, but I don't like games. If you don't want to see each other again, just say so."
I had to think about it for a few seconds. I didn't know what I'd be getting into, but I knew I'd regret it if I didn't at least hook up with this guy once more.
"No. I'm sorry," I sputtered," I really don't have a phone, honest. I have email, if you wanted to plan ahead..."
I wrote down and gave him my email, and after a bit more making out, my address too. I was so turned on. His hands felt me up and down, squeezed and dug into me.
"I still don't know your name," I dared, hoping it wasn't a sensitive issue and he was just being difficult.
"Hah," he guffawed," I just wanted you to suck my dick without knowing my name. Best for a first time."
Difficult it was. "What is it then," I persisted as he kissed me.
"Alejandro," He purred into my open mouth, his hand roving the small of my back, lifting up my shirt," but Alex fits better on a tramp stamp."
"That isn't likely to happen," I said in serious understatement," So are you mexican?"
He snorted and pushed his hands down the back of my pants, squeezing my butt," Latino, you piece of white trash. And only half. What shallow end of the European gene pool are your folks from?"
"I...don't know...mainly irish and...ahh," I breathed heavily and gasped as he brought his thumbs together at my hole, rubbing and rasping up and down.
"That shut you up, you little slut," he then reached around the front to my aching cock," you shave up here too. What a little faggot."
I didn't bother to reply, I was too busy keeping my knees from collapsing. I hung my arms over his shoulders to stay upright.
He wasn't very good, or more likely he wasn't trying to be, in the front. He would pinch my head between his fingers or even almost make me bowl over when he flicked my balls. On my ass, however, he was amazing. He circled and pressured and teased, sometimes bringing his fingers under to pull up at my prostate as his thumb worked my button. He didn't go in, but I was in heaven, I involuntarily started thrusting into his rough ministrations on my cock.
I looked up and he bit my lips and his brown eyes glowed with intensity. Moans escaped my lips as I fell nearly limp against his chest.
I was nearly to the edge until finally...he stopped. The bastard pulled both hands out of my underwear and grabbed the back of my neck and seemed to draw any chance of an orgasm (by his hand anyway), out of me with another savage kiss.
I couldn't help but pout, I was flushed and sore and had been so close to release.
"Cheer up C.J.," He grinned," It'll only be a few weeks longer."