I thought I said

[joesman]

It was all over me and I thought it was all over him as well. I had tried to suck his dick as best I could but I fell woefully short. My mouth was aching from trying. I tried, and I tried.

He asked for my ass. What? I can't. I can't. I can't!! I let him play with my ass while, I think, I was trying to find the best reason why I Can't. He had me on my back. How did I get there? His fingers played with me and he was talking about how easy it would be. How we could take our time until he could...Damn!!! He was intent on fucking me. I don't even do that and him with this monster he called dick, a prick, a cock, more a schlong. God it was beautiful hanging just above those heavy, dreamy, low hanging balls. They were hairy, his crotch was hairy. He reeked of man, sweat, dick, fuck. Had he already fucked someone else? Did he wash his prick. My God. What have I sucked? And my ass shivered. I swear it ran from my ass to my fat dick to, like a gunshot, to my brain. I opened. I literally opened and invited him in. Immediately I was terrified. Shaking as he brought that wonder to my ass. I felt it's hotness against my asshole which seemed overly pulsing and without warning his cock head was inside me. I whimpered like a bitch. Like a bitch! What is happening to me? It was lost to me. My mind betrayed me. My body became solely his. He used me as I cried and begged him...."Please don't make me like it so much...Please... oh please don't" and then It was all universe and fire, and a moment of mind flashes and kisses that made me feel like his dick was in our mouths all at the same time. What was all the throbbing and moaning and thrusting that made me feel like I was his dick?

I shouldn't have told you this. You don't know him. You don't.

 

[hardreader]

This is a really interesting and moving bit of writing ... at least my cock feels moved by it. I especially liked this bit at the end: "Please don't make me like it so much...Please... oh please don't" and then It was all universe and fire, and a moment of mind flashes and kisses that made me feel like his dick was in our mouths all at the same time. What was all the throbbing and moaning and thrusting that made me feel like I was his dick?"

You were obviously giving yourself over completely to the character you were writing, or perhaps you were writing about yourself. Either way, if you can craft a total story around this kind of insight into the power and pleasure and pain and complete surrender that is gay sex you might have a hit on your hands. Or maybe just cooling cum. Make sure you lick between your fingers and suck in that warm sloppy glob of jizz on the fleshy spot between your thumb and index finger. That cum is too good to waste. Mmmmm! It smells so good.

Stay happy. And stay hard!

 

[Autolycus]

Excellent! We need more from you... please

 

[joesman]

It was one of those days. Hot summer in the city, humidity, too many people.

I waited on the platform for the subway. It rolls into the station and I get on already soaked through my shirt and little trickles of sweat down the crack of my ass. I needed a shower so bad. To soothe my skin and ease my body. The car had no air conditioning and the door closed. "Shit!" I said under my breath. It was packed as well. I leaned against the hand rail and tried to think cool. Someone else was thinking dick as his hand brushed my crotch. Immediately I was hard. Immediately he knew it and slid the back of his hand against my fly. I looked around but no one was noticing so I let him feel. The flush on his face and the quick grasp of my hard on told me he was over excited that he had found a big dick. The sweat came in streams for me now as my body temps went way up. He leaned in to me and pressed his hip against my crotch. He was getting more brazen as he slipped his hand between us and fully groped me. He leaned in to say something but the train came to a halt at my station. In my head was the thought of my lover and what he was going to get tonight. I put my hand on his and pulled his hand off my dick. He sighed and started to follow me off the train but I gave him a quick look that told him no. I stepped off the train and as the door closed i looked back. His face was against the window. Hunger in his eyes. I turned to head out and noticed several eyes on me, on my crotch. OMG. They could see my .............

 

[hardreader]

I hope more of these pieces magically appear ... they're really wicked well done ... feels like your hand has more than brushed up against my ... well, you know where this goes ... thanks.