trust 6/6 (TW sexual assault, internalized victim blaming)
anonymous
March 25 2011, 03:43:15 UTC
He was knocked breathless as Skips did just that-- fucking him hard, fast, his cock dragging against every surface inside it could, tip pressing against some sort of trigger for his gum ball release that made Benson dizzy, euphoric, heat running up and down his body in a way he was fairly certain he had never felt, somehow feverish and euphoric at the same time.
And somehow he knew-- this was it. "Turn the crank--" Benson cried, repeating himself with more clarity for fear that Skips would not understand him through all the other garbled words he was sure he was saying. Skips understood and, without stopping his violent thrusting, placed his hand on the crank and turned. Benson was sure he was going to scream for that feeling and clasped a hand over his mouth; the release of his gum balls after being properly pleasured was beyond what he imagined it could be-- it was so much better than when he did it to himself, as rarely as that happened. He arched his back against the couch, pressing Skips cock as deep as it could go inside him as the balls tumbled out onto the couch, falling between the cushions. Skips pulled out, staring at Benson, who was breathing hard and shallow, moving a hand to wipe the drool he was embarrassed to admit was starting to come out of his mouth.
"How do you feel, Benson?" Skips asked.
"I feel…" Benson said through shaky breaths, "I feel amazing."
Skips smiled a smile that expressed his satisfaction without losing his stoniness. "I'm glad."
"Wait, did you not finish?" Benson asked, sitting up, noticing the still erect dick that Skips was sporting.
"It's hard with those gum balls…"
"Well, I could-- I could do something…" He sat forward on his knees, the afterglow of his orgasm leaving the hauntings of pleasure as he moved, bent, stretched. He had to admit that as far as in his recent memory, he could not remember ever doing this, but opened his mouth anyway, enveloping the head of Skips's cock. He had to admit that it tasted weird-- well, he supposed he didn't know what to expect when he did it. He slid his tongue along as much of it as he could, taking it deeper in his mouth. He heard Skips make a strange, rumbly noise of approval, and began to bob his head back and forth, trying desperately to lick every inch of it. Skips placed a hand on the back of his head, pushing him further down it, until he was sure he could not take anymore, and after pulling back, felt his head pushed toward the base again. The push and pull of it all was somehow stimulating, and Benson was pleased to hear Skips making guttural noises even though he could not see his reaction. After what was only a few minutes of this, Skips suddenly pulled Benson's head back, off the cock, and came on his face. Benson sat in stunned silence as Skips leaned back against the couch's arm.
"Come here, Benson…" he beckoned, and Benson crawled up closer. Skips pulled a tissue from his jeans pocket and wiped off Benson's still quite surprised face. "Sorry about that, I meant to warn you, but I was distracted."
"It's ok," Benson laughed slightly. Skips gestured for him to lay somewhat next to him and somewhat on top of him; Benson nearly collapsed there, feeling strangely content. "You know, I guess I feel like an idiot for not doing this sooner--"
"Stop beating yourself up! I'm the idiot for waiting for something awful to happen before bringing this up… We could have started a relationship like normal people do, with dates and all that crap."
"We can still do that," Benson smiled, post-coital sleepiness crowding his eyes. Skips made for such a nice pillow. "Besides, we're not really that normal, are we?"
"I guess not," Skips yawned.
Wordlessly, they both fell asleep at their own pace. Benson was sure he dreamed that night, but of what he couldn't recall. When he awoke, he found Skips right where he was the night before. Secure in the reliability, he fell back into a trusting sleep.
A/N: hope it wasn't to words words words for you bro :(
And somehow he knew-- this was it. "Turn the crank--" Benson cried, repeating himself with more clarity for fear that Skips would not understand him through all the other garbled words he was sure he was saying. Skips understood and, without stopping his violent thrusting, placed his hand on the crank and turned. Benson was sure he was going to scream for that feeling and clasped a hand over his mouth; the release of his gum balls after being properly pleasured was beyond what he imagined it could be-- it was so much better than when he did it to himself, as rarely as that happened. He arched his back against the couch, pressing Skips cock as deep as it could go inside him as the balls tumbled out onto the couch, falling between the cushions. Skips pulled out, staring at Benson, who was breathing hard and shallow, moving a hand to wipe the drool he was embarrassed to admit was starting to come out of his mouth.
"How do you feel, Benson?" Skips asked.
"I feel…" Benson said through shaky breaths, "I feel amazing."
Skips smiled a smile that expressed his satisfaction without losing his stoniness. "I'm glad."
"Wait, did you not finish?" Benson asked, sitting up, noticing the still erect dick that Skips was sporting.
"It's hard with those gum balls…"
"Well, I could-- I could do something…" He sat forward on his knees, the afterglow of his orgasm leaving the hauntings of pleasure as he moved, bent, stretched. He had to admit that as far as in his recent memory, he could not remember ever doing this, but opened his mouth anyway, enveloping the head of Skips's cock. He had to admit that it tasted weird-- well, he supposed he didn't know what to expect when he did it. He slid his tongue along as much of it as he could, taking it deeper in his mouth. He heard Skips make a strange, rumbly noise of approval, and began to bob his head back and forth, trying desperately to lick every inch of it. Skips placed a hand on the back of his head, pushing him further down it, until he was sure he could not take anymore, and after pulling back, felt his head pushed toward the base again. The push and pull of it all was somehow stimulating, and Benson was pleased to hear Skips making guttural noises even though he could not see his reaction. After what was only a few minutes of this, Skips suddenly pulled Benson's head back, off the cock, and came on his face. Benson sat in stunned silence as Skips leaned back against the couch's arm.
"Come here, Benson…" he beckoned, and Benson crawled up closer. Skips pulled a tissue from his jeans pocket and wiped off Benson's still quite surprised face. "Sorry about that, I meant to warn you, but I was distracted."
"It's ok," Benson laughed slightly. Skips gestured for him to lay somewhat next to him and somewhat on top of him; Benson nearly collapsed there, feeling strangely content. "You know, I guess I feel like an idiot for not doing this sooner--"
"Stop beating yourself up! I'm the idiot for waiting for something awful to happen before bringing this up… We could have started a relationship like normal people do, with dates and all that crap."
"We can still do that," Benson smiled, post-coital sleepiness crowding his eyes. Skips made for such a nice pillow. "Besides, we're not really that normal, are we?"
"I guess not," Skips yawned.
Wordlessly, they both fell asleep at their own pace. Benson was sure he dreamed that night, but of what he couldn't recall. When he awoke, he found Skips right where he was the night before. Secure in the reliability, he fell back into a trusting sleep.
A/N: hope it wasn't to words words words for you bro :(
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AMAZING!! Great job anon!!
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