Closer (to God) part VorganicfantasyApril 25 2011, 02:23:17 UTC
“Good boy,” was the last thing he could muster before his entire body shuddered as Flik’s inner walls clenched around him in a vice grip. Unlike his youthful companion beneath him, Hopper didn’t scream his pleasures to the heavens above, but instead pressed his lips against Flik’s to silence himself. Sighing contently he lay motionlessly on the boy, entertaining himself by playing with the golden locks.
The villager soon came down from his high, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. He stared like an idiot at the moon above him, watching with all the impassivity of a neglectful god as Hopper worked his fingers though his short hair. It felt comforting; unlike the way the man was staring at him.
He managed a weak little smile, friendly but cautious. The last thing he needed was Hopper thinking that he was welcoming another session of sex. It appeared that this nightmare was finally coming to an end; they could both go their separate ways and never mention this again.
It was here that Flik noticed the scars. Aside from the prominent scar over Hopper’s blind and dull right eye, which was one of the first things one would notice, his body was a host of many, many wounds. It almost made Flik worry, to be honest. Around Hopper’s neck there was a long scar that seemed to be made by a knife, or a crude imitation of one.
Before the boy could stop himself, he murmured softly, “How did you get all these scars?”
“Fights, accidents, it happens. It’s not as bad as it looks.”
Not as bad as it looks? You are practically covered in them! Flik thought, and secretly wanted to say. Each and every one of them must have been painful. He always knew Hopper was sadistic in his ways, but to see practically a lifetime of violence on his body made him even more unnerved to be near the man.
“Alright,” Hopper said suddenly. “Break time’s over.”
“Wha-what?” Flik gasped as Hopper grabbed him, stroking his member into hardness. He moaned and squirmed at the touches. “No! Please-! Not…not this!”
“Oh?” Hopper said. “Not this?”
“Please!”
Well, if the kid was so insistent about it, he could oblige. Hopper quickly removed his hand and allowed the kid to breath for two seconds, to make him think it was over, before quickly positioning himself between his legs. The kid looked so shocked when he moistened his lips and began to lavish all his attention on the neglected shaft.
Flik slapped a hand over his mouth in a futile attempt to keep himself quiet. Hopper was doing things to him that he couldn’t put words to. His tongue expertly works its magic around the sensitive organ, making Flik writhe against the earth ever so helplessly. No matter how much he tried to hold himself together, one last flick of the tongue was all he needed to completely become undone. He grit his teeth and shuddered as he came.
The villager soon came down from his high, gasping for breath like a fish out of water. He stared like an idiot at the moon above him, watching with all the impassivity of a neglectful god as Hopper worked his fingers though his short hair. It felt comforting; unlike the way the man was staring at him.
He managed a weak little smile, friendly but cautious. The last thing he needed was Hopper thinking that he was welcoming another session of sex. It appeared that this nightmare was finally coming to an end; they could both go their separate ways and never mention this again.
It was here that Flik noticed the scars. Aside from the prominent scar over Hopper’s blind and dull right eye, which was one of the first things one would notice, his body was a host of many, many wounds. It almost made Flik worry, to be honest. Around Hopper’s neck there was a long scar that seemed to be made by a knife, or a crude imitation of one.
Before the boy could stop himself, he murmured softly, “How did you get all these scars?”
“Fights, accidents, it happens. It’s not as bad as it looks.”
Not as bad as it looks? You are practically covered in them! Flik thought, and secretly wanted to say. Each and every one of them must have been painful. He always knew Hopper was sadistic in his ways, but to see practically a lifetime of violence on his body made him even more unnerved to be near the man.
“Alright,” Hopper said suddenly. “Break time’s over.”
“Wha-what?” Flik gasped as Hopper grabbed him, stroking his member into hardness. He moaned and squirmed at the touches. “No! Please-! Not…not this!”
“Oh?” Hopper said. “Not this?”
“Please!”
Well, if the kid was so insistent about it, he could oblige. Hopper quickly removed his hand and allowed the kid to breath for two seconds, to make him think it was over, before quickly positioning himself between his legs. The kid looked so shocked when he moistened his lips and began to lavish all his attention on the neglected shaft.
Flik slapped a hand over his mouth in a futile attempt to keep himself quiet. Hopper was doing things to him that he couldn’t put words to. His tongue expertly works its magic around the sensitive organ, making Flik writhe against the earth ever so helplessly. No matter how much he tried to hold himself together, one last flick of the tongue was all he needed to completely become undone. He grit his teeth and shuddered as he came.
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