Re: The woes of an unremarkable American [3/3]
anonymous
April 9 2009, 04:29:23 UTC
"Ah... fuck!" Alfred cried out as Canada jerked him off quickly and skillfully. "Dammit... more!"
"All right," the Canadian said simply. He was quick to follow orders and intensified his motions, mainly by lowering himself just enough to lick at his brother's cock. He licked slowly, then suddenly took the whole head in and moved up and down, giving America a pretty damned good blow if he did say so himself.
It didn't take long for the self-proclaimed hero to meet release, and ejaculated into Matthew's mouth. With his back arched, mouth wide, he cried out "Ah! My God! America!"
And Matthew fell back, choking, not on what was in his mouth, but the thought that his brother didn't even realize who was sucking him off.
Then he realized that that wasn't quite true -- not everyone made the same mistake, even if the vast majority did; Kumajirou didn't know his name, and Francis certainly hadn't called him America.
After lavish amounts of foreplay had been completely exhausted and France had finally gotten to the sex, Matthew was turned on beyond all reason. if he hadn't been hard before, now he was painfully so, even without all the ropes Korea had used.
Francis thrust in slowly, sensuously, making his protégé nearly scream in pleasure. It was perfect -- no wonder France was so proud of his sexual prowess --
"Oh... yes... Francis, you are so good..."
Yeah. France didn't think he was fucking America. He thought he was fucking himself. Either he was a narcissist, or Matthew really was a better partner than he though, but he was leaning towards the former because come on, it was France.
"Damn it!" Canada yelled, slamming his fist on to the table. In his rage, he hadn't noticed his trusted companion sitting across from him. Kumajirou tilted his head to the side.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked. Canada looked up, practically ready to fling himself out the window in upset.
"Why doesn't anybody know who I am?" He asked, tone pleading and borderline desperate. "I... I just don't get it! I try so hard to make them recognize me, but... but...!"
"If they don't know, then tell them, America," the polar bear said simply. And that was it. The last straw. The top had blown. Canada was reduced to nothing more than a large mass of red, shaking flesh spewing every curse and vulgarity and hockey penalty he knew. For once, Kumajirou knew he had gone too far and decided to leave the room before Canada made him into a living hockey puck.
Re: The woes of an unremarkable American [3/3]
anonymous
April 11 2009, 05:29:43 UTC
Huh? Why would Canada be bashing heads? He wasn't even in this.
(read: writernon is glad you enjoyed it and is seriously considering writing more with lots of head-bashing. With a hockey stick. Captcha seems to agree: openly destroy.)
"All right," the Canadian said simply. He was quick to follow orders and intensified his motions, mainly by lowering himself just enough to lick at his brother's cock. He licked slowly, then suddenly took the whole head in and moved up and down, giving America a pretty damned good blow if he did say so himself.
It didn't take long for the self-proclaimed hero to meet release, and ejaculated into Matthew's mouth. With his back arched, mouth wide, he cried out "Ah! My God! America!"
And Matthew fell back, choking, not on what was in his mouth, but the thought that his brother didn't even realize who was sucking him off.
Then he realized that that wasn't quite true -- not everyone made the same mistake, even if the vast majority did; Kumajirou didn't know his name, and Francis certainly hadn't called him America.
After lavish amounts of foreplay had been completely exhausted and France had finally gotten to the sex, Matthew was turned on beyond all reason. if he hadn't been hard before, now he was painfully so, even without all the ropes Korea had used.
Francis thrust in slowly, sensuously, making his protégé nearly scream in pleasure. It was perfect -- no wonder France was so proud of his sexual prowess --
"Oh... yes... Francis, you are so good..."
Yeah. France didn't think he was fucking America. He thought he was fucking himself. Either he was a narcissist, or Matthew really was a better partner than he though, but he was leaning towards the former because come on, it was France.
"Damn it!" Canada yelled, slamming his fist on to the table. In his rage, he hadn't noticed his trusted companion sitting across from him. Kumajirou tilted his head to the side.
"What? What's wrong?" He asked. Canada looked up, practically ready to fling himself out the window in upset.
"Why doesn't anybody know who I am?" He asked, tone pleading and borderline desperate. "I... I just don't get it! I try so hard to make them recognize me, but... but...!"
"If they don't know, then tell them, America," the polar bear said simply. And that was it. The last straw. The top had blown. Canada was reduced to nothing more than a large mass of red, shaking flesh spewing every curse and vulgarity and hockey penalty he knew. For once, Kumajirou knew he had gone too far and decided to leave the room before Canada made him into a living hockey puck.
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WOOOOOOO fail anon fails at life. |D;;
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Have Canada bashing in heads! I demand it! (please? Pretty please?)
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(read: writernon is glad you enjoyed it and is seriously considering writing more with lots of head-bashing. With a hockey stick. Captcha seems to agree: openly destroy.)
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Writernon is glad you enjoyed~~ : D
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this anon LOVED IT! ;D
you should totally write more of this!
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if I ever did though, it would be posted in my journal. Is it against the rules to link back there?
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Just wanted to say that DEAR GOOOOOD. When America screamed "Oh God! America!" I CAAAAAAAME.
My heart. It is yours.
(ReCaptcha says scarfing then. So Korea used scarfs for bondage. Okay.)
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