Re: The 424-year-old Virgin [1/2]
anonymous
March 23 2009, 22:43:12 UTC
“Is that all?” asked America, breathless, grinning.
“No,” said England, though he unhooked the belt anyway, “There’s something I’m wondering, now. Early nineteen hundreds.” He slipped the belt all the way off, unbuttoned America’s fly, undoing the zipper.
“You remember, don’t you? I can’t think of a single country in Europe that didn’t visit you, not to mention Asia,” said England. He got down on his knees and slipped the trousers down America’s hips. The boxers followed soon after, and England found himself staring down a very erect cock.
“They even went so far as to call you the land of opportunity.”
America bit his lip when England’s warm breath wafted over the head, wondering how long the torture would last.
“The question is, with so much opportunity, why not take advantage of it?” England ran a finger over the underside of America’s cock, rubbing a circle over the head, then taking his hand back.
“We can stop this all right now, if that’s how it’s going to be,” said England.
“No -”
“Then why?” asked England, licking two fingers, “Oh, let me help you. You were scared, weren’t you?”
“No, it’s not that -”
“Don’t lie to me, America.” He put two fingertips at the head, teasingly keeping them very, very still.
“I… yes…”
And finally, fingertips smeared precum -
“Yes - yes - that's why - all the regulation -”
And the heat of England’s breath -
“So - many of them, so - I didn’t know what to do- Oh God -”
So warm, finally, confession feeling so good -
“So scared - a-AAH!”
And so suddenly, it was all over.
“You came,” said England, stating the obvious, with the white proof dripping from his hand to the chair.
“…Yeah.”
“So soon.”
“…I…”
“God, you really are a virgin,” said England. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and began wiping the cum off of his hand.
“We can still… you know… if you want…” said America, still breathless, the flush in his cheeks rising again, this time in embarrassment.
“Mmn. No, you’re probably not up to doing you know now.” said England, standing up. He handed the handkerchief to America.
Still red, America began cleaning himself off, still feeling a dull, pleasant twinge as he did. “I’m sorry-”
“That’s quite alright. We’ll just have to continue your education at a later date.”
Re: The 424-year-old Virgin [1/2]
anonymous
March 24 2009, 06:54:16 UTC
OP here, and I`m dying over this piece. England grinning, America trying to bluff his way out of it, England totally dominating America, and that last bit. "You came so soon. You really ARE a virgin!" I love it. I love America admitting he was scared. It's so delicious, and I feel greedy for asking for a sequel?
“No,” said England, though he unhooked the belt anyway, “There’s something I’m wondering, now. Early nineteen hundreds.” He slipped the belt all the way off, unbuttoned America’s fly, undoing the zipper.
“You remember, don’t you? I can’t think of a single country in Europe that didn’t visit you, not to mention Asia,” said England. He got down on his knees and slipped the trousers down America’s hips. The boxers followed soon after, and England found himself staring down a very erect cock.
“They even went so far as to call you the land of opportunity.”
America bit his lip when England’s warm breath wafted over the head, wondering how long the torture would last.
“The question is, with so much opportunity, why not take advantage of it?” England ran a finger over the underside of America’s cock, rubbing a circle over the head, then taking his hand back.
“We can stop this all right now, if that’s how it’s going to be,” said England.
“No -”
“Then why?” asked England, licking two fingers, “Oh, let me help you. You were scared, weren’t you?”
“No, it’s not that -”
“Don’t lie to me, America.” He put two fingertips at the head, teasingly keeping them very, very still.
“I… yes…”
And finally, fingertips smeared precum -
“Yes - yes - that's why - all the regulation -”
And the heat of England’s breath -
“So - many of them, so - I didn’t know what to do- Oh God -”
So warm, finally, confession feeling so good -
“So scared - a-AAH!”
And so suddenly, it was all over.
“You came,” said England, stating the obvious, with the white proof dripping from his hand to the chair.
“…Yeah.”
“So soon.”
“…I…”
“God, you really are a virgin,” said England. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and began wiping the cum off of his hand.
“We can still… you know… if you want…” said America, still breathless, the flush in his cheeks rising again, this time in embarrassment.
“Mmn. No, you’re probably not up to doing you know now.” said England, standing up. He handed the handkerchief to America.
Still red, America began cleaning himself off, still feeling a dull, pleasant twinge as he did. “I’m sorry-”
“That’s quite alright. We’ll just have to continue your education at a later date.”
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(dare we ask for a continuation?)
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You win so much for that reference. *loves on the Ping-Pong*
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And what is the ping-pong joke?
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ping_pong_show
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ping_Pong_Diplomacy
America and China really did play actual table tennis in the seventies.
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Ahahaha. Cool! I seem to remember that. kinda cute!
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You have totally just made my day. <333 That was cute and breathless.
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