DamienSage
On the Prowl
Here's my latest stab at the world of queer smutdom. Hopefully you guys will like this one more than my others. This one is new and it's part of a series, based loosely on an actual event in my life, from my past. If you like this one, the next part will follow, but I wants feedback!
Anywho, leave me some love if you like.
Regards,
DS
The Seduction Part 1
By Damien Sage
It's my third month of exile.
My name is Kyle Petersen, I'm considered something of a prodigy or wunderkind. I completed High School by age 12. I graduated Stanford by age 17 with a masters in the literary arts. And for the last 6 years I worked my way to the top of and led, for a brief time, one of the most prestigious publishing companies in the United States. Needless to say, by my 23rd birthday, I was burnt out... to say the least...
I never got to have a childhood, I never got to ride a bike, or have friends or experiment, date, whatever. My parents died in a car wreck a year ago and left me with more money than I could ever use, not that I was hurting for cash. Their death also granted me a freedom... no looming shadow of perfection in which to stand and be shunned... So, I vowed to make use of that freedom.
I quit my job, severed all ties I had to "the outside world", killed off the illustrious "Kyle Petersen", for lack of a better term and got away from it all. That was three months ago... In that time I have become Rick Jackson, reclusive world traveler and author. Sure, it's cheesy, but it's fun. I moved into a small trailer park, up in the mountains of North Carolina, a dirty but quaint little area, outside of "generic" small town, Morganton.
I've been keeping busy jogging, swimming... working out and writing. Working on a novel I've had in my head since I was a boy. "The ultimate gay, erotic adventure", a Jackie Collins piece for the fag-o-sexual crowd, except a bit less... bad. Yes, I believe I'm gay. I've never done anything with either sex, but I know what porn I like and I also know pussy has always made me feel just a smidge on the queezy side....
Anywho, I'm in day four of a massive bout of writers block and it's making me crazy. It's now 8:45 pm, the sun is just in it's dying embers and there is a mild electrical storm brewing outside. As I can't seem to get any work done at the computer... I've decided to go outside.
It's windy and warm, a dry heat, but comfortable. I'm barefoot and shirtless, naked, save for a pair of loose fitting black workout pants. The wood of my back porch is still hot from it's day in the sun and it feels good on the bottom of my air-conditioning chilled feet. The heat twinged night air travels up my bare torso in rivers, leaving goose bumps in it's wake. I shiver and clutch myself, but my skin is warm to the touch. I look out at the cloud filled sky of dusk, blood stained by the dying sun. My gaze becomes distracted....
Someone is moving into the trailer behind mine. Or should I say, "someones". Looks like another family taking the plunge into suburbia. I see what would appear to be the "mom and dad" carting in a couple of stacks of boxes. And here come "sister and brother" carrying a huge ass mirror... jeez...
But, then, it happened... The siblings dropped the mirror, sending it onto it's wood framed back and sliding down into their backyard. The girl squealed and covered her eyes and the boy laughed... His voice sounded deep, a man's voice, but playful.... The brother chased after the mirror, I couldn't make any of them out clearly, nothing but silhouettes and shadowy limbs.... until, he reached the mirror. The brother hopped over the sliding monolith and stopped it in it's tracks, in doing this however, the mirror had just enough time to run over his foot. The sister started laughing and the brother hopped up on one foot, shouting and spinning in place. Time began to slow and then lightening pierced the sky. The bolt lit up our yards and reflected bright in the mirror giving me a look at the injured boy... As his voice had suggested, he was a man...
He was clad in loose cargo shorts, dropped down low on his waist, but not messily so. A skin tight, white tank top covered his obviously built torso, clinging to every perfect inch. His feet were bare, unfortunately for him, and they were perched at the bottom of two long, powerful legs, lightly swathed with dark hair. His ass was perfect and round, as if it were sitting on some, unseen shelf. He was underwear-less as I could see a dense package flopping up and down with each pained jump. My eyes ran up his arms... god I love arms... And his were beautiful. Thick forearms, but not obtrusive. And dominant biceps, toned, sweat glistened and perfect. My gaze stopped on his face just as he was calming down, and what a site it was. I would guess he was at least half italian, or greek. Like the rest of him, his face was tan, but not overtly so. His eyes are green, dark like pine needles. Soft lips, seemingly on the verge of a devilish grin. A perfect nose and stone carved jaw, cleft in the chin. Pronounced cheek bones and thick eyebrows. His hair is dark, curly and thick, medium length and wind blown. The pain leaves his face as the lightening begins to die.... he locks eyes with me, catches my unknowing smile and he smiles back as the landscape fades to black.
As I rush inside, embarrassed and hard, I hear his sis call out his name... "Eric"...
I slam the sliding door behind me and catch sight of myself in the hall mirror, I look at myself and feel foolish. But then I smile and laugh and go red again... I say his name.... "Eric"...
I press my back against the cool wall of my trailer, it tightens my hot flesh and I say his name again, a raspy whisper on my breath.
"Eric..."
My right hand finds my hard, pulsing cock, dripping with pre-cum and grips it tightly, as if with a mind of it's own.... I say his name again....
"Eric..."
My body trembles and I bite my lip as the word escapes them. My left hand grips my chest, hard... I scream his name!
"ERIC!"
I scrape my nails down my torso and my body shakes.... With one flick of my wrist my cock explodes, sending a torrent of warm jizz down the front of my pants and legs. I drop to my knees shaking, sticky and spent... But still... his name escapes my wet lips one last time...
"Eric...."
After some time I manage to pull myself to my feet. I look out the sliding glass door into the night, up at his house. Lightening flashes and I see Eric looking back at me from his bedroom window. I smile faintly, as does he. I close the curtain and catch myself in the hall mirror again. I laugh and shake my head as I think;
"Your life is finally about to get interesting."
Anywho, leave me some love if you like.
Regards,
DS
The Seduction Part 1
By Damien Sage
It's my third month of exile.
My name is Kyle Petersen, I'm considered something of a prodigy or wunderkind. I completed High School by age 12. I graduated Stanford by age 17 with a masters in the literary arts. And for the last 6 years I worked my way to the top of and led, for a brief time, one of the most prestigious publishing companies in the United States. Needless to say, by my 23rd birthday, I was burnt out... to say the least...
I never got to have a childhood, I never got to ride a bike, or have friends or experiment, date, whatever. My parents died in a car wreck a year ago and left me with more money than I could ever use, not that I was hurting for cash. Their death also granted me a freedom... no looming shadow of perfection in which to stand and be shunned... So, I vowed to make use of that freedom.
I quit my job, severed all ties I had to "the outside world", killed off the illustrious "Kyle Petersen", for lack of a better term and got away from it all. That was three months ago... In that time I have become Rick Jackson, reclusive world traveler and author. Sure, it's cheesy, but it's fun. I moved into a small trailer park, up in the mountains of North Carolina, a dirty but quaint little area, outside of "generic" small town, Morganton.
I've been keeping busy jogging, swimming... working out and writing. Working on a novel I've had in my head since I was a boy. "The ultimate gay, erotic adventure", a Jackie Collins piece for the fag-o-sexual crowd, except a bit less... bad. Yes, I believe I'm gay. I've never done anything with either sex, but I know what porn I like and I also know pussy has always made me feel just a smidge on the queezy side....
Anywho, I'm in day four of a massive bout of writers block and it's making me crazy. It's now 8:45 pm, the sun is just in it's dying embers and there is a mild electrical storm brewing outside. As I can't seem to get any work done at the computer... I've decided to go outside.
It's windy and warm, a dry heat, but comfortable. I'm barefoot and shirtless, naked, save for a pair of loose fitting black workout pants. The wood of my back porch is still hot from it's day in the sun and it feels good on the bottom of my air-conditioning chilled feet. The heat twinged night air travels up my bare torso in rivers, leaving goose bumps in it's wake. I shiver and clutch myself, but my skin is warm to the touch. I look out at the cloud filled sky of dusk, blood stained by the dying sun. My gaze becomes distracted....
Someone is moving into the trailer behind mine. Or should I say, "someones". Looks like another family taking the plunge into suburbia. I see what would appear to be the "mom and dad" carting in a couple of stacks of boxes. And here come "sister and brother" carrying a huge ass mirror... jeez...
But, then, it happened... The siblings dropped the mirror, sending it onto it's wood framed back and sliding down into their backyard. The girl squealed and covered her eyes and the boy laughed... His voice sounded deep, a man's voice, but playful.... The brother chased after the mirror, I couldn't make any of them out clearly, nothing but silhouettes and shadowy limbs.... until, he reached the mirror. The brother hopped over the sliding monolith and stopped it in it's tracks, in doing this however, the mirror had just enough time to run over his foot. The sister started laughing and the brother hopped up on one foot, shouting and spinning in place. Time began to slow and then lightening pierced the sky. The bolt lit up our yards and reflected bright in the mirror giving me a look at the injured boy... As his voice had suggested, he was a man...
He was clad in loose cargo shorts, dropped down low on his waist, but not messily so. A skin tight, white tank top covered his obviously built torso, clinging to every perfect inch. His feet were bare, unfortunately for him, and they were perched at the bottom of two long, powerful legs, lightly swathed with dark hair. His ass was perfect and round, as if it were sitting on some, unseen shelf. He was underwear-less as I could see a dense package flopping up and down with each pained jump. My eyes ran up his arms... god I love arms... And his were beautiful. Thick forearms, but not obtrusive. And dominant biceps, toned, sweat glistened and perfect. My gaze stopped on his face just as he was calming down, and what a site it was. I would guess he was at least half italian, or greek. Like the rest of him, his face was tan, but not overtly so. His eyes are green, dark like pine needles. Soft lips, seemingly on the verge of a devilish grin. A perfect nose and stone carved jaw, cleft in the chin. Pronounced cheek bones and thick eyebrows. His hair is dark, curly and thick, medium length and wind blown. The pain leaves his face as the lightening begins to die.... he locks eyes with me, catches my unknowing smile and he smiles back as the landscape fades to black.
As I rush inside, embarrassed and hard, I hear his sis call out his name... "Eric"...
I slam the sliding door behind me and catch sight of myself in the hall mirror, I look at myself and feel foolish. But then I smile and laugh and go red again... I say his name.... "Eric"...
I press my back against the cool wall of my trailer, it tightens my hot flesh and I say his name again, a raspy whisper on my breath.
"Eric..."
My right hand finds my hard, pulsing cock, dripping with pre-cum and grips it tightly, as if with a mind of it's own.... I say his name again....
"Eric..."
My body trembles and I bite my lip as the word escapes them. My left hand grips my chest, hard... I scream his name!
"ERIC!"
I scrape my nails down my torso and my body shakes.... With one flick of my wrist my cock explodes, sending a torrent of warm jizz down the front of my pants and legs. I drop to my knees shaking, sticky and spent... But still... his name escapes my wet lips one last time...
"Eric...."
After some time I manage to pull myself to my feet. I look out the sliding glass door into the night, up at his house. Lightening flashes and I see Eric looking back at me from his bedroom window. I smile faintly, as does he. I close the curtain and catch myself in the hall mirror again. I laugh and shake my head as I think;
"Your life is finally about to get interesting."
