Dirty Zero
Published by Kyle Adams at Smashwords
Copyright© 2012 Kyle Adams
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“'Lo, Wyatt!” someone yelled waving their hand in front of my face, blocking my comic book. Didn’t they know it was rude to interrupt someone while they were reading? Especially since Captain Uptightedness was just about to plunder Daring Audacity’s secret cavern. This was the final issue before starting the next story arc. It just came out today and I had spent half my lunch break driving to the comic book store. I had to know how this arc ended. Things really picked up four issues ago when Audacity killed TemTitus, Captain Uptightedness’s young protégé. The last issue had ended with the Captain not only learning the location of the Audacity Lair, but also that his arch-nemesis Audacity was really his dead younger brother, well, not so dead. And now, because of some Jackass interrupting me, I wasn't going to be able to finish before I had to go back to work. I knew I should have read in my car but the couch in the break room is so comfortable. Usually, there is no one around on my break since I take it an hour later than everyone else.
“What,” I grunted not bothering to look up from my comic. Using my hand, I motioned for the jerk to move theirs. I would have shoved it out of my face but my hand sanitizer was at my desk and I had no idea where this hand had been. Soon as the jerk’s hand moved, I'd be able to finish my story.
“Sorry, Wyatt, didn't mean to put my hand in your face but didn't know how else to get your attention. I said your name like eight times and you never answered.” Oh, man, I knew that deep sultry voice belonged to Brian, the super-hot, nice, and totally out of my league office heartthrob. I tilted my head and slowly peeked up, the deepest green eyes I have ever seen were looking back at me.
Why was Brian even talking to me? Didn’t he know I couldn’t function around him? He was tall and handsome, with his muscular body and chiseled face. Simply put he was hot, hotter than any character from my comic books. I get nervous enough around normal people but when Brian is near, I turn into a complete ass. I just stare at him without blinking like a total freak, and you can forget talking, my mouth just quits working. I fought the urge to push my glasses up, I am sure he already thought I was a stupid loser, I've never been able to say a full sentence around him. Usually, I would just answer his questions by shaking my head. I wasn't much better at talking to other people but at least with them I could usually say a full sentence.
“W-What?” I repeated more hesitantly, proud I only stuttered once. Hoping a one word answer counted as a full sentence.
Brian smiled his trademark smile that always made my cock hard and my knees soft. Luckily, I was sitting and the comic covered my crotch so I didn’t have to try to hide my erection this time. “I asked you to come to my house next Friday night. My sister is using my place to have a party and I want you to come.” I was about to shake my head, like I always do when he invites me out for drinks, bowling or whatever the guys were doing. “It’s a superhero party, you have to come. There's a prize for best costume.”
Instead of shaking my head, I just stared up at him, my mouth open. Was he serious? “Come on, you have a week and a half to get ready. You can even wear a mask, hide your identity if you want,” he probably thought I’d be more comfortable if no one knew who I was. Ha! Poor Brian, little did he know that nothing makes me comfortable in social situations.
“I-I’ll consider the o-option,” I stammered. Breaking away from his mesmerizing eyes, I managed to look back at my comic. I figured I should make the effort and go, it's not like it would hurt to get out there and try to meet people. I was twenty-five, and couldn't remember the last time I had sex. Was it in college? Yeah, it was probably time to start putting myself out there, as scary as that thought was.
“Hey,” he said grabbing my chin and tilting my face up. He slid his hand up my cheek, and adjusted my glasses before brushing my hair behind my ear. He rested his hand there, rubbing little circles on my cheek with his thumb. Luckily I was so stunned into silence that I just sat there, without moving and didn't start panting like a dog in heat. “You’ll have fun, I promise.” I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination but I think his voice sounded huskier than usual. There seemed to be a lot of innuendo behind that statement. He removed his hand and whispered, “Please come,” and I almost did, right in my pants. Without waiting for me to react, he straightened and headed for the door. I watched as he left the break room, happy as can be, while I sat there with an aching cock, a forgotten comic, and dirty fantasies I didn’t think could possibly come true.
What was all that low talking and hand on my face about? Was he gay? Did he like me? Yeah right! Even if he was gay, he wouldn’t want a skinny nerd like me. There was no way Brian actually wanted me ‘like that’. With that happy thought, I stood up to get back to my office. As soon as I looked down, I realized I had a raging hard on. Apparently, the memo that Brian was not into me never got to my cock. Awesome. Now I’d have to slip into the bathroom and rub one out before I could get back to work.
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The next Friday, I found myself standing at Brian’s front door dressed as Moltenman. My costume was high-end and matched the comic’s exactly. Moltenman wasn’t my favorite hero, hell he was really a sidekick, but he was the only character I liked who had a scrawny body like mine. Of course, he didn’t need a big body when he could control water, turning it to solid ice instantly, or heating it so it was hotter than lava. And he could fly. Actually, the physics of it made no sense, even by comic standards, but the outfit was cool.
In the light it was black with deep blue waves running up my legs and across my midsection. In the dark, the blue waves glowed and flickered, looking more like flames with orange hues. Trust me, it’s an awesome costume. The mask had the same color theme, but only covered a thin strip of my face around my eyes. I had to wear my contacts with the mask. I didn't wear contacts very often, so my left eye kept twitching and getting a bit irritated. Great, my eye would probably get all red and I’d look like I had pink eye or something.
I rang the bell before someone driving by crashed because they were staring at the freak dressed up like a superhero lurking outside a nice house in a ritzy neighborhood. I rang the bell, twice. All of a sudden I feared someone would shoot the crazy first, ask questions later.
The door opened, revealing a helpless looking young woman, she was smiling warmly at me, unaware of all the potential dangers around. Simpleton. Not very creative either, her outfit was just low-rise jeans and a low-cut tank top. Typical tramp in distress.
Her smile faded. “Excuse me, did you just call me a typical tramp?” Oh god, did I say that out loud? Being socially retarded sucked. I either get tongue tied or forget how to think quietly.
“U-um n-no I meat, meant...” Idiot, I told myself, be Moltenman. “I said tropical amp. You know, like electric, 'cause you look so alive.” I gave her a stern look, so she’d know I meant business. I mentally sighed when she smiled again, I can’t believe she bought that.
“Oh, I do, don’t I? You must be Wyatt, Brain said you were cute but he didn’t say you were so sweet. I’m his sister, Olivia,” she said holding her hand out; I gripped it firmly and shook it twice. “Please, come in we're just wrapping up in the living room,” she stopped to giggle a little. “I mean the party is just getting started, in the living room, head on in.”
I admit I haven’t been to a lot of parties before so I don’t have much to compare with but walking into the living room I was pretty sure this wasn’t a party. It certainly wasn’t a costume party, unless they were all dressed as sluttier than average innocent civilians. There were about 12 to 15 women sitting in a semicircle. They were all facing towards the front of the room, where a woman was standing. She was holding up a giant double headed purple dildo, looking closer I could see a table behind her lined with sex toys. My left eye twitched a few times. Brian tricked me into dressing up and coming to a Pleasure Party. The ladies noticed my entrance; the woman in the center stopped talking and just stared at me. Like in slow motion, they all turned to me one at a time, all looking at me curiously while I looked around the room, wondering if it was too late to escape.
One woman finally broke the silence, “Holy Shit! I didn’t know you got a stripper for this!” She used her hands to gesture me towards the center of the room. I didn’t move. “Come on, sweet-thing, start dancing.” By this time the other ladies had joined in and where chanting ‘take it off’ and ‘shake that ass’. Why the fuck did Brian invite me here? I was mortified and even my Moltenman persona abandoned me. Shit, I had to get out of here.
I didn’t want to take my eyes off them, they were starting to get more rowdy and I was worried if I turned my back they’d swarm me. If that pack of crazy bitches took me down, I wouldn’t be getting back up. Not even Moltenman had the survival skills for something like this. Hoping to escape, I took a step back and bumped into something solid. There was nothing there when I came in, so it had to be person. It felt too flat, solid and big to be a woman. I gulped, not sure, if I should try to spin away and dash for the door.
I never got a chance to do either because, before I could make a move, something was slipped over my head, and strong arms wrapped around my upper body pulling me tighter against the mystery man’s chest. I couldn’t see or move my arms. I struggled to get free and started screaming, I was probably another minute away from completely panicking.
Then I heard, “It’s me,” whispered quietly in my ear. I stopped struggling, realizing it was Brian holding me, and I immediately felt safe knowing I was under his control. “That’s right, Moltenman, struggling is useless. You walked right into my trap, now I'll take you to my torture chamber and you'll tell me the location of the Gold Griffin Gemstone, by the time I'm through with you,” he said in a deep throaty voice followed by a menacing laugh.
He spun me around so fast I got dizzy and before I knew it, something was pulled tight round me and I still couldn’t move my arms. Next, my ankles were tied together. I almost fell over when the rope was pulled snug but a large hand on my chest kept me steady. I felt Brian press against my waist as his arms enclosed around me before he lifted me over his shoulder.
I wiggled as the position put pressure on my rapidly hardening cock. “Don’t move,” he ordered in his villainous voice. My body stopped moving on its own but my cock continued to harden to a full erection. He was even stronger than I thought and could carry me with ease.
I felt Brian start to walk away when one of the ladies shouted, “Where the hell do you think you’re going? We wanna watch.” These women are perverts, don't they have internet? Brian's incredibly hot though so I understood wanting to watch him.
“Sorry to disappoint but I’m a villain and can’t share my torture techniques,” Brian moved his hand to cover my ass as he was speaking. He was really getting into this superhero play and I wasn't complaining. I loved how his hand felt kneading my butt.
“Okay girls, let's wrap this up so we can get out of here before the screaming starts,” I heard Olivia say as Brian started walking again.
“I want to stay for the screaming,” I heard one woman say before another said, “I hope they at least record it.” All noises stopped when I heard Brian close a door before he started walking down stairs, or that’s what it felt like. A few minutes later, I felt Brian drop me. Before I could worry about falling, I landed with a bounce on something soft. A bed, I thought. Brian quickly adjusted me so I was lying on my back.
He untied the ropes around my upper body but left my legs bound. I felt him pull my top up, exposing my stomach. He kept pulling until my arms slipped free but didn’t pull the shirt over my head. He didn’t want me to see yet. I thought about using my now freed arms to try and get away but I knew Brian wouldn't hurt me and I wanted to see what he was up to. He rubbed his hands over my stomach and chest, lightly touching me. The bed started moving a little before I felt him swing his leg over my stomach, so that he was straddling my chest.
Slowly, he moved both hands up my right arm until he got to the wrist. He caressed it a couple times before I felt smooth silk wrapping around my wrist. He tied the other end of the silk to something. When he let go of my wrist, I tugged a few times but the hold was completely secure.
He did the same with my left arm, being just as gentle. “These restraints are made out of Regamite, your only known power inhibitor, now you’re completely at my mercy,” Brian informed me before he removed the bag from over my head, it was a black pillow-case. Then he finished taking my shirt off, tossing it to the floor.
I found myself staring up into Brian’s green eyes. He was wearing a huge smirk and I’d never seen him look so pleased. He wore a black eye mask with one blue-silver diamond embedded under his left eye, positioned where a tear would fall. He was wearing a skintight black body suit, larger versions of the same teardrop diamonds ran up both arms, all the way to form a circle around his collar. Over his heart, bare skin showed through where a diamond shape of fabric was cut out. Both his fists were covered in black leather, layers of diamond-tears were embedded in the back of the gloves. Brian was wearing a Darkfist costume and he pulled off the look perfectly. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning.
Darkfist is the hottest of all the villains. It’s been said Darkfist cried tears of diamonds but vowed the teardrop on his mask would be the last diamond-tear he shed. He would never again care about anything or anyone enough to cry for it. According to legend, after witnessing the brutal slaughter of everyone he loved, he cried diamond-tears for four days. Each tear was a piece of his humanity and he only stopped mourning after the last drop fell. He made his suit with a portion of the diamonds and hid the rest. Some say the diamonds actually provide him with his inhuman strength and seemingly endless supply of energy. It's thought that if someone found the diamonds, they would be Darkfist's one weakness.
Looking up at Brian and his devilish smirk it was obvious he didn’t have the same dark past but he still looked hot in the Darkfist uniform. Looking down at me, he brought his gloved hand to my cheek. Gently, he rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip before moving his hand to the back of my head. He lifted my head, putting a pillow under it before pulling his hand away. I winced as some strands of my shaggy hair got caught in his gloves.
“Sorry,” he whispered, “I’ll take the gloves off, better for touching you that way.” I watched as he removed the gloves and tossed them aside. Looking around the room for the first time I noticed it was very dark with only a small light above the bed. The walls must be black because I couldn’t even make out where they were. Beside the bed was a black rhombus-shaped nightstand. The dark room was very fitting for Darkfist. I looked over where my wrist was tied to the headboard; it had bars crossing each other, making rows of diamonds. Brian really went all out for this.
I felt him untying the rope around my legs; I didn’t even notice he had moved. After it was removed, he gently rubbed each leg. It felt too nice to tell him it was unnecessary, the rope was loose enough not to cut off circulation or anything.
Crawling back over me, he smiled deviously, making me quiver. He kept moving until his face was above mine. “I need to stop playing for a minute. I have to kiss you now.” He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine. All I could do was whimper and follow his lead. I felt his tongue rub against my lips, I opened my mouth and he pushed his tongue in, brushing it against mine. He kept supporting his weight on one arm while he put the other behind my head, running his fingers through my curls. He grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter against his lips, allowing his tongue to invade my mouth even further.
Gripping my hair tighter, he pulled my head back and rested our foreheads together. “I need a minute before getting back into character,” he breathed softly against my lips. “And I need to ask you a personal question, is that okay?” I nodded. He sighed, “Are you still a virgin? Don’t be embarrassed, it’d actually be really hot if you were, but I just need to know how far I can take the playing.”
“N-not a virgin,” I answered, leaving out that I’ve only been with two people before and had only had sex a whopping five times. He only asked if I was a virgin and I was lucky I managed to say as much as I did with his lips right there in front of me.
“Have you ever been tied up before?” I shook my head. “If you want me to stop anything or to untie you just tell me and I will, understand?” I nodded. “Good.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine again. He pulled away and gave me another sly grin.
He sat up so his ass rested on top of my hard cock. “You have something I want, Moltenman, and I’m willing to do anything it takes to get it.” He rubbed back and forth on my cock, obviously teasing me. “Have you ever heard of sexual torture Moltenman?” I shook my head. “When you’re as bad as me, you learn the most efficient methods to get what you want.” He brought his index finger up to his mouth and slowly licked the tip before sucking his whole finger into his mouth. He brought his wet finger down to my chest and started slowly rubbing my nipple. I whimpered, my back arched, and my arms pulled against the restraints but they held tight.
“I'm going to slowly get you worked up, you’ll be needing release so hard but you won’t be able to until I let you. You’ll be so desperate and needy to come, you’ll spill all your secrets to me, praying I’ll let you come,” he taunted me. He had to feel my hard cock against his ass, and know I was already needy, and willing to tell him anything.
He got up and moved over so he could start pulling off my tights. He moved so slow and seemed to be trying to memorize every new patch of skin that he uncovered. When he finished, he just stood there looking at me. I felt embarrassed and wondered if he was disgusted by what he saw, would he just leave me tied there?
“Jesus, Wyatt, I knew you were beautiful but had no idea you’d be this hot,” he said then frowned slightly. “I mean, Moltenman, I should have figured you’d have a tight swimmers build, controlling water and all but damn, I wasn’t expecting such perfection. I’ll enjoy tormenting you immensely.” I think I was more embarrassed by his over-the-top compliments than I was from having him see me naked. Still, I was tied down, he wasn't repulsed, and I was anxious to see where this was going.
He walked over to the nightstand and opened a drawer. I couldn’t see what was in it but he made an “aha” sound before turning around. “Time to put you in the first torture device,” he smiled, crawling between my legs, not letting me see what he had grabbed. He adjusted them so my feet rested flat on the bed with my bent knees spread apart. Brian was lying flat on his stomach with his face right in front of my balls. He looked up at me, an even bigger grin on his face. “I have to prepare the torture area first.” I watched more than felt the first swipe of his tongue against my balls. When he pressed his tongue firmly against them, I had to fight the urge to thrust into the air. I groaned as he wrapped his lips around one testicle and sucked it into his mouth. He used his tongue to rub and gently poke against it. I was moaning loudly but Brian didn’t seem to notice as he switched his attentions to my other testicle, giving it the same slow, torturous attention.
Moving his attention up, he licked all the way to the tip of my cock. He swiped the precome that gathered there before he gently pressed his tongue against the slit. He continued to tease me and it felt good but not enough to give me what I needed. Finally, he took the whole head in his mouth, then let it slip back out. I groaned wanting more. “So needy already and I'm just getting started. You have a beautiful cock and it tastes so good.” That I was willing to believe, on my small 5’8” frame, my thick seven inches looked impressive.
He turned his attention back to my cock and swallowed it whole. I reflexively bucked up into his throat, letting out a gasp at the wonderful surprise. He grabbed my hips and pushed them down, clearly indicating he was in control. Damn, his mouth was amazing. He slid his lips up and down; making sure his tongue was always in on the action. After a few too short minutes, he pulled off. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth before grinning at me. “I can keep this up for hours but it looks like you’re ready to come already. Don’t worry, I won’t let you,” he said holding up a small adjustable, leather cock ring. So that’s what he got out of the drawer.
He wrapped the ring around the base of my cock, snapping the buttons together. Then wrapped the other part around my ball sac right where it hung down from my body. With the ring secured, he started sucking me again while fondling my balls with his hand. His other hand crept up my stomach until it reached my nipple. He rubbed and squeezed it gently.
It was too much and my body was desperate for release, I wasn't used to delayed gratification. I was whimpering and begging him to let me come, but he just kept his attention on further exciting me. When he pulled up, I looked at him pleadingly and whimpered a “please” or hoped I did. Working his way up my body, he stopped to lick my nipples. When he reached my face he leaned close, his green eyes gazed into mine, he whispered, “So beautiful,” before closing his eyes and pressing his lips firmly against mine. It wasn’t a slow tender kiss like earlier, this was a passionate, hard kiss. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. He grabbed my hair again, and pulled me away “I think it’s time to move onto the next level.”
He went back to the nightstand but this time he didn’t hide what he grabbed. In one hand, he had a bottle of lube and the other was a smooth glass dildo. Kneeling between my legs, he set the lube and dildo beside my hip. He reached over and got a pillow, lifting my legs and raising my ass off the mattress, he put the pillow under my lower back. He kept one of my legs in the air and lowered the other back to the bed before he picked up the lube.
I watched as he poured it on his fingers, warming it between them before he started rubbing over my hole. He was watching my face, making sure I was okay with what he was doing. “Please,” I begged softly. I knew he got the message when he slowly inserted one finger into my ass. His finger inside me felt good but not exactly what I really wanted or needed. I may not have had much sex with another person but that didn’t mean I didn’t have a diverse toy collection. Using just the one finger, he continued to loosen me up for a few minutes, before sliding another finger in. He kept switching his gaze from my face to watch his fingers pushing in and out of me.
Minutes later, he removed his fingers and lowered my other leg back to the bed. I whimpered in protest, wanting him to keep going. “I’m not done with your ass,” was all he said before he picked up the dildo. It looked about six inches long and only a bit thicker than one of Brian's fingers. After lubing the dildo, he rubbed it over my hole a few times before slowly pushing into me. He teased me, inserting the tip before quickly removing it. Doing that a couple times, he surprised me when he forced it all the way inside with one quick shove. He left it pushed in while he leaned down and started licking and sucking on my balls again.
He was driving me crazy with too much stimulation and yet it still wasn't enough. He moved his mouth back to my cock and started sucking while he played with the dildo. He pulled it almost all the way out. I arched my back and cried out when he shoved two fingers in alongside the dildo. He set a fast pace, pushing in and out of my ass with strong, even thrusts.
After a few minutes, with his hot mouth working my cock while his fingers and dildo filled my ass, he had me ready to come, even with the cock ring on. “Fuck, don’t stop!” I wished I could take back my outburst when he removed his mouth from my cock and stopped thrusting into me.
Looking up, he grinned. “You can’t come yet, you still haven’t sung like a canary.” I was on the edge of release and had no clue why he was talking about birds. I looked at him with my pleading blue eyes. Hoping he'd take pity and finish me off. He just shook his head.
What the hell? He was hot but it's unfortunate he can’t seem to differentiate between sex and a fucking inquisition. Oh shit, judging by his smirk falling into a scowl I was willing to bet I just thought that out loud. He removed his fingers from my ass but left the dildo.
“You know,” he said, firmly pushing himself up so he was looking down at me. Grabbing my nipple, he twisted. I whimpered but it wasn’t from pain. I was starting to think he could make anything pleasurable. “I’m starting to think you missed the part where I said torture until secrets started pouring out of your mouth like a waterfall.” I started giggling at his awful pun. “If you’re laughing I must need to get out the horse whip and electric cattle prod,” he said looking even angrier. He must not find being laughed at during sex amusing.
“N-no,” I stuttered, happy it was from laughing so hard and not from nerves for once. Managing to get my laughter mostly under control I said, “I-I’ll talk. I swears to t-tells the truth, too!” I don’t know why I was antagonizing him, except the more agitated he got the more I relaxed and the less I thought about my aching need for release. “Here’s a secret, when I was ten I forgot to feed my pet rock, Rocky. He died and I felt so guilty I buried him out back and told my mom he ran away.” He looked at me like he was trying to figure out what drug I was suddenly tripping on and how I got it while being tied to his bed. “Don’t look at me like that, since that night I snuck out and buried Rocky, like he was nothing but a dead hooker, I have devoted my life to raising awareness for pet rocks. A pet rock is a serious commitment and too much responsibility for a ten year old to handle on his own,” I somehow managed to say seriously.
“What the fuck? I don’t care about no Goddamn pet rock, Moltenman. Tell me about the Gold Griffin Gemstone,” he grinned mischievously, “or you’ll wear that cock ring until your nuts fall off.” I doubted he’d go that far but it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
“Do you know nothing about the gem? Rocky was the Gold Griffin Gem. The spirit of the last Golden Griffin was contained in a rock. That rock had to be protected and the Griffin spirit needed nourishment to survive until the prophecy was fulfilled. The one who could control water was supposed to surround the rock with enough water and pressurized heat to break the hard shell. Then the spirit needed to be contained in a water cocoon, until it was strong enough to survive on its own. According to legend, it was supposed to be able to bring back The Golden Griffins but since I killed the spirit before I developed my powers.” I shrugged like I didn’t wipe out an entire race of mythical beings. He just stared at me his mouth hanging open. He probably thinks I’m insane but, whatever, I answered his question, “Why did you want it?”
“It sounded pretty,” he responded as he put his hand on my cheek, thankfully not the one that was in my ass a few minutes ago. “And I like pretty.”
“I did you a favor then, this was the ugliest, dullest rock I have ever seen. You owe me for sparing you the sight of it.” I liked talking to Brian like this. It was easy, I’ll have to try it when I’m not tied up and naked.
“What do I owe you?” he asked slyly moving his hand back to my chest.
“You know”
“I think you should tell me, to make sure I reward you properly for telling me about Rocky and making sure I never had my retinas assaulted by the sight of him.”
“I want to come but I want to do it with you inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”
“And you think that will be a suitable compensation?” he asked getting off the bed.
“It’s a start,” I said with my own grin. He started slowly taking off his costume, knowing I was mesmerized by his every move. With his top off, I think I started drooling, seeing his firm chest and muscular abs. He had a small trail of dark hair from his navel disappearing into his tights. I wanted to follow that trail with my tongue and get my mouth around that cock bulging in his tights.
“I’ll be right back,” he said stepping out of the little black room. He returned shortly saying, “Had to wash my hands,” or something like that. I was distracted by the fact he returned naked, except for his mask. His cock was fully erect and sticking straight out. It was perfect and I wanted to taste it. He went over to his drawer and pulled out a condom.
“Wait,” I stopped him before he started putting it on. “Let me taste you first.” I surprised myself again by how firm my voice was and that I was even talking in almost complete sentences.
“Sorry but you’re not the only one ready to blow,” he didn’t sound sorry as he finished rolling on the condom. Once he was between my legs he slowly removed the dildo from my ass. Tossing it aside, he coated his cock with lube. He lifted my legs and held them up so he had easy access to my hole. He positioned his knees on the sides of my ass. Looking at my ass, he slowly leaned forward. I felt his dick slide over my stretched entrance a couple of times.
Changing the angle of his rocking, I felt the head of his cock push inside my ass. I whimpered, his cock was stretching me more than his fingers and dildo had. Keeping a steady rhythm, he didn’t stop until his balls were resting against my ass. He let go of my legs and I instinctively wrapped them around his waist, trying to pull him in even further. Leaning over me, he put his weight on his elbows and his lips against my ear, “I need a minute. The noises you were making earlier had me about coming in my pants. Now that I’m inside you, well, I won’t be able to last very long.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth, gently nibbling at it before continuing, “You feel so good, I want to stay in you all night.”
He leaned up and kissed me as he began to rock his hips gently, making shallow thrusts as his tongue invaded my mouth. His thrusts were slowly increasing in length and force. Soon he was pulling out of the kiss and leaning back onto his knees. He reached down and began to remove the cock ring. Finally. “I’m taking it off but you still can’t come until I tell you to.” I thought I’d try to hold off a little longer but there was no way I’d be able to wait much longer.
He tossed the cock ring to the floor and grabbed my legs under my thighs. He kept lifting them until I was bent in half with my cock hanging above my face, beyond that I could see Brian’s incredible body and stare into his eyes. He had managed to get on his feet, was crouching so his dick never left my hole. Holding my legs, he began to thrust into me with long, hard strokes. We maintained eye contact as he pounded into me at a steady rate.
I had been on the edge of coming too long and didn’t think I could hold back any longer. He must have seen the plea in my eyes. “Come,” was all he said, all he needed to say. Before he even finished the word, I had my eyes closed and my cock was shooting its first burst of semen, landing across my chin and closed lips. It felt like I just kept coming, even after the spunk stopped pumping, my body still shuddered.
When my body finally relaxed, I opened my eyes and looked up at Brian, lost in his orgasm. His eyes were scrunched, his mouth open slightly, he looked quite pleased. Still wearing his Darkfist mask, he was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. If I hadn’t just blown what felt like two weeks of come on my own face, I’d probably have climaxed again just from watching him.
I opened my mouth and licked the come off my lips. I’d rather it be Brian’s come but in my current state of elation it didn’t matter. My arms were still tied to the bed so I couldn’t wipe the jizz off my face. It was starting to tickle as it dripped down my cheeks and neck.
“Brian,” I said quietly, not wanting to interrupt his bliss but my face was starting to really bother me. He responded with an “Mmm?” so I continued, “I need my hands, my face is itchy.”
He opened his eyes and smiled affectionately, he was stunning. “Sorry, babe, I’ll take care of you.” He grabbed the base of his dick and pulled out of me. I missed his cock filling me.
He removed the condom, tied it off and tossed it onto the floor. Gross. Brian wiped his hands on the blankets before leaning towards me. “You look hot with all that come on your face but next time I'll give you the facial.” Then he leaned in and licked my come off my left cheek, then my chin and neck before cleaning the other cheek. Once he had my face clean, he put his mouth above mine, a few inches between us. Instead of swallowing my semen, he opened his lips and let the come dribble into my mouth.
I had to either swallow or let it run back out on my face. When he was done sharing, he swallowed before crushing my lips against his. He knew how to kiss and I could feel my cock getting hard again just from the way his tongue fucked my mouth. His hands worked on untying me while he continued to kiss me. When he pulled out of the kiss, he had untied my arms and was softly rubbing my wrists. He looked at them both and smiled. I pulled them down and noticed they weren’t red or anything. My arm muscles were only a little stiff and my ass felt well fucked so I was very happy with how the party was going.
Lying down on his back beside me, he pulled me against him with my head on his chest. Luckily, he was on most of the dirty wet spots. He kissed the top of my head gently before asking, “Was it as good as your fantasy?”
“How did you know that was my fantasy? And it was far better than any fantasy I've ever had.” I felt him smile against my head and pull me tighter against his chest.
“I read your blog, I memorized your top ten fantasies and I plan on making sure they all come true. Even though you suck at role-playing, you make up for it being so cute and responsive. It's hard to believe you're so shy though when you post all those dirty fantasies on a public blog.”
I looked up at him, not sure what to say exactly, “I didn't think anyone read my blog.” He leaned down and gave me a quick kiss before pulling me back against his chest.
“I'm glad I read your blog, now rest, I have a surprise for you when we wake up.” I drifted off wondering which of my fantasies he’d planned for next, and if it was okay to nap wearing contacts? Shit.
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About the author:
Kyle Adams has been writing gay romance since, well he forgot how long. Trust him, it has been a while. He’s quiet and maybe a little shy, but he decided to start releasing a few stories. We’ll see if people like reading them as much as he likes writing them.
Email: Kyle_Adams2@yahoo.com
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