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Title: bufftanradchest
Author: ringlessfinger formerly known as goodbyesteven
Rating: oh geez. NC-17
Disclaimer: not real. totally based on many a day i've had..minus the sex.
Notes: awww i missed writing. but i have to warn you guys. this is exactly like everything i've written before. but i hope you like it.
It's one of those days that just drag on and on because you simply don't get out of bed. You get up for only two things: to get food and to go pee. You haven't even showered and you feel disgusting. No one has called you on the phone, no one has come to visit you, you've talked to a few people online but it was just small talk and a waste of time. There's plenty of time to waste. Your feet are cold but sweaty. Blankets on, blankets off. Blankets on, blankets off. You watch countless reruns of Pimp My Ride and Punk'd. You're about ready to kill Ashton Kutcher. You eat almost an entire tub of caramel popcorn. You haven't brushed your teeth since yesterday. You feel gross, almost like you're on the verge of getting sick. But you know the second you get out of bed, out of your room, out of your house, you'll feel better.
You jerk off a few times, using your laptop situated on your lap while lying in bed. Of course you are hesitant because you don't know when your room mate is going to come home. What a sight he would see if he walked in on you. Your cock pulsating in your warm hand while two hot army men fuck on the screen less than two feet in front of your face.
E! True Hollywood Story, Real World, Room Raiders, The Price is Fucking Right. Bob Barker can go fuck himself. That girl totally fucked up her chance to $16,000 on Plinko. Oh God, you have no life. You need to get laid. Oh well, porn again. Freegayporn.com. Your favorite site. You know it's lame but you can't afford the four bucks a month for the good quality stuff. Your cock starts to stiffen immediately once you see that picture of a sexy boy dressed in bondage leather with his cock pointing directly at you and an inviting look on his face. You reach down and let your dick out, running your fingers along its length, almost tickling it. You giggle at yourself and grab it fully. Your skin is smooth and earing hot. You quickly find a page where there is a video you can watch before your erection starts to throb painfully. Oh God, yeah. You think guys are hottest when they are on their knees. This guy is really good at deepthroating. Holy shit! His nose is touching the other guy's stomach! You close your eyes, imagining your room mate is doing the same to you. Your wrist flicks and your palm runs up your shaft around to the head. You use your own fluid to lube yourself, to make the friction flow. You flick your tongue over your lower lip, ignoring the creaking of the walls in the house. It's just the furnace, you tell yourself.
The guy in the video has now stood up and laid down on the bed, his sweaty stomach laying flush against the sheets. His partner situated himself over him, straddling his backside, preparing to drive his dick deep into the ass of the smaller man beneath him. You widen your legs and reach down to squeeze your balls gently. You hear a creak, louder than the usual ones that the walls make. Your eyes moves over to the door and see your room mate standing in the threshold, staring at your cock. You sit up quickly, trying to hide your erection from his view, pulling a blanket over it. He takes a step forward.
"No, Bert...don't hide it," He says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I want to see you play with it."
You look at him nervously. You've always thought he was so hot and this was not unlike your ultimate fantasy, for him to walk in on you like this. But, you've played this scenario so many times over in your head, you aren't sure if it's real or not. You realize it is real when he reaches over and places his hand on yours.
"It's okay. Really. I want you to," He smiles softly and tugs on the blanket, revealing your still rock hard cock to him again. You are amazing at his bluntness. Usually, he takes a half house to tell you what he wants from the store. You look into his eyes, looking back at yours. You are scared out of your mind. But you push all your feelings aside and scoot down, curling your fingers around your dick once more.
He licks his lips and sits further back on the bed, his eyes burning a hole into your midsection. You lean your head back and bite your lips gently, ghosting your palm over your tip. A quiet moan escapes past your lips. You open your eyes a crack to see his hand traveling slowly to his own crotch area, rubbing himself, ever so slightly, through the rough material of his pants. You squeeze your hand gently around your unit, pulling the skin forward around the head.
A thin film of sweat coats your chest and you start to shiver slightly. You're not cold. You've just wanted this to happen for so long that, you're almost nervous about what will happen next. You feel your orgasm approaching so fast that you let out a small gasp and release your cock before you can cum, so if Gerard wants anymore to happen between the two of you, it can.
Gerard opens his eyes and looks at you when he hears you sigh. He stands up and undoes the buckle of his belt, then undoes the button and slides down the zipper. He doesn't bother to push the pants down over his perfect ass, but instead, kneels on the bed, crawling over you, climbing onto you like a pony. You sit back, helpless against the bed, looking up at him, not sure what to do with your hands. You decide to let them rest on his hips. He immediately grinds his hips down against yours. Your breath is caught in your throat and you grip his sides tightly.
"Gee..." you mutter and he quiets you by slipping his tongue into your mouth, not even kissing you. You tilt your head upwards and move your hands around to rest on his ass, pulling him closer. His tongue pushes against yours and he tastes exactly as you imagined, all those nights of you lying in bed, pretending your pillow was him, your legs wrapped around it. He kisses you for a while before breathlessly pulling away from your face. Sitting on top of you, he hooks his thumbs under the black fabric of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head, messing up his sexy new haircut.
You bite your bottom lip as you look up at his naked chest. You realize that you've never seen him without his shirt on. He's very self conscious, there's no reason for him to be though. His torso is perfect. Pale, smooth, lean, a single small scar just above his right nipple. You look at it and the only thing you can think of it how much you want to feel the gentle roughness of the mutilated skin under your tongue. So you lean forward and run your warm wet muscle over it. You hear him exhale shakily as you struggle to sit up, causing your groins to push against one another once more. He can't take it anymore and slides his hands under your t-shirt, rubbing your chest slowly, pulling the thin material up over your head, letting it drop to a heap on the floor next to your bed.
Now it's his turn to gawk at your partial nakedness. But it doesn't last long. He moves his hands to your flannel pajama bottoms, letting his fingers glide over the elastic waist before tucking them under and tugging down. It's a little difficult to lift your hips while he's sitting on top of you like he just won a game of "king of the mountain". He somehow, magically gets the pants off you and instantly scoots down and settles in between your legs. You moan quietly already as you watch him lick his lips, getting ready to do God only knows what to your cock, pointing directly at his face.
He takes a hold of your base with three fingers, like a dainty lady. His hand is warm. He lets out a breath and the air moves across your dick, making it throb even more. Only now, you realize that Gerard is dragging this out on purpose, teasing you, making you squirm. You writhe under him, trying to push your hips up towards his mouth.
You whine, "Gerard...please...I'm dying here." He just grins and leans forward, letting the tip of his tongue sit on your head. His tongue moves skillfully over your slit and you shudder. His lips close around you and he moves forward, letting his mouth move down more over you. He takes you further into his mouth and it is unbelievably warm. Before you know it, your tip is almost at the back of his throat. His nose is practically touching your stomach, just like in the movie you were watching not too long ago. An almost inhumane sound is pouring from your lips. "Fucking Hell, Gee..." you whimper.
He only looks up at your eyes, your cock still shoved halfway down his throat. He tries to smile around your shaft but you're just too big. So instead, he hums. You try and listen to pick up the time but at this point, you wouldn't be able to decipher "Old McDonald" from "Hit Me Baby, One More Time". Your mind...and your erection are far too busy to be playing Name That Tune right now. You thrust your fingers into his ratty hair, tangling it even more by grabbing thin tufts of it and curling it around your knuckles tightly. You begin rolling your hips gently against his face as he bobs his head up and down, now letting his tongue run sloppily all over your hot skin. Then, the unimaginable happens.
He reaches down deeper in between your legs with his free hand and pokes the tip of his index finger against your puckered opening. You're seeing stars. You feel almost dizzy as he pushes it in to the first knuckle. He wriggles it around and you try to push your butt down and forward to get him to keep going. He does and by the time he's got it in to the third knuckle, he's tapping something inside you. A gland. A membrane. "Good fucking God," you're moaning so loud, you swear, your neighbors would think someone was dying in here.
And in that same second, Gerard moves his upper lip out of the way and lets his teeth drag along your skin. You scream, it hurts. But it hurts in the best feeling way ever. You squeeze your eyes shut tight and let go of his hair, quickly moving your hands to ball the sheets in your fists, so you won't hurt his scalp. Your stomach muscles tighten and cramp a little since they haven't gotten this much exercise in you don't even know how long.
Gerard thrusts his finger in and out of you, bobbing his head at the same speed. You shudder and can't hold it back any longer, you shoot in mouth. He takes it like a pro, pumping what isn't in his mouth with his free hand, making sure to milk you dry. He pulls his warm mouth off you, swallowing it all with ease, like he drinks cum with his breakfast cereal every morning. He climbs up your body slowly, an almost evil look on his face. You're so out of breath from the mind blowing blow job you just received. But now...he wants to fuck.
i know, it's not the best ending. i've always sucked with endings. but there will be more. please comment and let me know what you think. thanks.
Author: ringlessfinger formerly known as goodbyesteven
Rating: oh geez. NC-17
Disclaimer: not real. totally based on many a day i've had..minus the sex.
Notes: awww i missed writing. but i have to warn you guys. this is exactly like everything i've written before. but i hope you like it.
It's one of those days that just drag on and on because you simply don't get out of bed. You get up for only two things: to get food and to go pee. You haven't even showered and you feel disgusting. No one has called you on the phone, no one has come to visit you, you've talked to a few people online but it was just small talk and a waste of time. There's plenty of time to waste. Your feet are cold but sweaty. Blankets on, blankets off. Blankets on, blankets off. You watch countless reruns of Pimp My Ride and Punk'd. You're about ready to kill Ashton Kutcher. You eat almost an entire tub of caramel popcorn. You haven't brushed your teeth since yesterday. You feel gross, almost like you're on the verge of getting sick. But you know the second you get out of bed, out of your room, out of your house, you'll feel better.
You jerk off a few times, using your laptop situated on your lap while lying in bed. Of course you are hesitant because you don't know when your room mate is going to come home. What a sight he would see if he walked in on you. Your cock pulsating in your warm hand while two hot army men fuck on the screen less than two feet in front of your face.
E! True Hollywood Story, Real World, Room Raiders, The Price is Fucking Right. Bob Barker can go fuck himself. That girl totally fucked up her chance to $16,000 on Plinko. Oh God, you have no life. You need to get laid. Oh well, porn again. Freegayporn.com. Your favorite site. You know it's lame but you can't afford the four bucks a month for the good quality stuff. Your cock starts to stiffen immediately once you see that picture of a sexy boy dressed in bondage leather with his cock pointing directly at you and an inviting look on his face. You reach down and let your dick out, running your fingers along its length, almost tickling it. You giggle at yourself and grab it fully. Your skin is smooth and earing hot. You quickly find a page where there is a video you can watch before your erection starts to throb painfully. Oh God, yeah. You think guys are hottest when they are on their knees. This guy is really good at deepthroating. Holy shit! His nose is touching the other guy's stomach! You close your eyes, imagining your room mate is doing the same to you. Your wrist flicks and your palm runs up your shaft around to the head. You use your own fluid to lube yourself, to make the friction flow. You flick your tongue over your lower lip, ignoring the creaking of the walls in the house. It's just the furnace, you tell yourself.
The guy in the video has now stood up and laid down on the bed, his sweaty stomach laying flush against the sheets. His partner situated himself over him, straddling his backside, preparing to drive his dick deep into the ass of the smaller man beneath him. You widen your legs and reach down to squeeze your balls gently. You hear a creak, louder than the usual ones that the walls make. Your eyes moves over to the door and see your room mate standing in the threshold, staring at your cock. You sit up quickly, trying to hide your erection from his view, pulling a blanket over it. He takes a step forward.
"No, Bert...don't hide it," He says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I want to see you play with it."
You look at him nervously. You've always thought he was so hot and this was not unlike your ultimate fantasy, for him to walk in on you like this. But, you've played this scenario so many times over in your head, you aren't sure if it's real or not. You realize it is real when he reaches over and places his hand on yours.
"It's okay. Really. I want you to," He smiles softly and tugs on the blanket, revealing your still rock hard cock to him again. You are amazing at his bluntness. Usually, he takes a half house to tell you what he wants from the store. You look into his eyes, looking back at yours. You are scared out of your mind. But you push all your feelings aside and scoot down, curling your fingers around your dick once more.
He licks his lips and sits further back on the bed, his eyes burning a hole into your midsection. You lean your head back and bite your lips gently, ghosting your palm over your tip. A quiet moan escapes past your lips. You open your eyes a crack to see his hand traveling slowly to his own crotch area, rubbing himself, ever so slightly, through the rough material of his pants. You squeeze your hand gently around your unit, pulling the skin forward around the head.
A thin film of sweat coats your chest and you start to shiver slightly. You're not cold. You've just wanted this to happen for so long that, you're almost nervous about what will happen next. You feel your orgasm approaching so fast that you let out a small gasp and release your cock before you can cum, so if Gerard wants anymore to happen between the two of you, it can.
Gerard opens his eyes and looks at you when he hears you sigh. He stands up and undoes the buckle of his belt, then undoes the button and slides down the zipper. He doesn't bother to push the pants down over his perfect ass, but instead, kneels on the bed, crawling over you, climbing onto you like a pony. You sit back, helpless against the bed, looking up at him, not sure what to do with your hands. You decide to let them rest on his hips. He immediately grinds his hips down against yours. Your breath is caught in your throat and you grip his sides tightly.
"Gee..." you mutter and he quiets you by slipping his tongue into your mouth, not even kissing you. You tilt your head upwards and move your hands around to rest on his ass, pulling him closer. His tongue pushes against yours and he tastes exactly as you imagined, all those nights of you lying in bed, pretending your pillow was him, your legs wrapped around it. He kisses you for a while before breathlessly pulling away from your face. Sitting on top of you, he hooks his thumbs under the black fabric of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head, messing up his sexy new haircut.
You bite your bottom lip as you look up at his naked chest. You realize that you've never seen him without his shirt on. He's very self conscious, there's no reason for him to be though. His torso is perfect. Pale, smooth, lean, a single small scar just above his right nipple. You look at it and the only thing you can think of it how much you want to feel the gentle roughness of the mutilated skin under your tongue. So you lean forward and run your warm wet muscle over it. You hear him exhale shakily as you struggle to sit up, causing your groins to push against one another once more. He can't take it anymore and slides his hands under your t-shirt, rubbing your chest slowly, pulling the thin material up over your head, letting it drop to a heap on the floor next to your bed.
Now it's his turn to gawk at your partial nakedness. But it doesn't last long. He moves his hands to your flannel pajama bottoms, letting his fingers glide over the elastic waist before tucking them under and tugging down. It's a little difficult to lift your hips while he's sitting on top of you like he just won a game of "king of the mountain". He somehow, magically gets the pants off you and instantly scoots down and settles in between your legs. You moan quietly already as you watch him lick his lips, getting ready to do God only knows what to your cock, pointing directly at his face.
He takes a hold of your base with three fingers, like a dainty lady. His hand is warm. He lets out a breath and the air moves across your dick, making it throb even more. Only now, you realize that Gerard is dragging this out on purpose, teasing you, making you squirm. You writhe under him, trying to push your hips up towards his mouth.
You whine, "Gerard...please...I'm dying here." He just grins and leans forward, letting the tip of his tongue sit on your head. His tongue moves skillfully over your slit and you shudder. His lips close around you and he moves forward, letting his mouth move down more over you. He takes you further into his mouth and it is unbelievably warm. Before you know it, your tip is almost at the back of his throat. His nose is practically touching your stomach, just like in the movie you were watching not too long ago. An almost inhumane sound is pouring from your lips. "Fucking Hell, Gee..." you whimper.
He only looks up at your eyes, your cock still shoved halfway down his throat. He tries to smile around your shaft but you're just too big. So instead, he hums. You try and listen to pick up the time but at this point, you wouldn't be able to decipher "Old McDonald" from "Hit Me Baby, One More Time". Your mind...and your erection are far too busy to be playing Name That Tune right now. You thrust your fingers into his ratty hair, tangling it even more by grabbing thin tufts of it and curling it around your knuckles tightly. You begin rolling your hips gently against his face as he bobs his head up and down, now letting his tongue run sloppily all over your hot skin. Then, the unimaginable happens.
He reaches down deeper in between your legs with his free hand and pokes the tip of his index finger against your puckered opening. You're seeing stars. You feel almost dizzy as he pushes it in to the first knuckle. He wriggles it around and you try to push your butt down and forward to get him to keep going. He does and by the time he's got it in to the third knuckle, he's tapping something inside you. A gland. A membrane. "Good fucking God," you're moaning so loud, you swear, your neighbors would think someone was dying in here.
And in that same second, Gerard moves his upper lip out of the way and lets his teeth drag along your skin. You scream, it hurts. But it hurts in the best feeling way ever. You squeeze your eyes shut tight and let go of his hair, quickly moving your hands to ball the sheets in your fists, so you won't hurt his scalp. Your stomach muscles tighten and cramp a little since they haven't gotten this much exercise in you don't even know how long.
Gerard thrusts his finger in and out of you, bobbing his head at the same speed. You shudder and can't hold it back any longer, you shoot in mouth. He takes it like a pro, pumping what isn't in his mouth with his free hand, making sure to milk you dry. He pulls his warm mouth off you, swallowing it all with ease, like he drinks cum with his breakfast cereal every morning. He climbs up your body slowly, an almost evil look on his face. You're so out of breath from the mind blowing blow job you just received. But now...he wants to fuck.
i know, it's not the best ending. i've always sucked with endings. but there will be more. please comment and let me know what you think. thanks.