Sunday, October 14, 2012

The "Pussy"

He comforts himself by shrouding himself in darkness.  And he hides there, hoping nobody sees how vulnerable he is.  A massive frame at least over 6'3" tall, broad shoulders, all muscle, little body fat but still really weak.  Weak for cock.  'Cause he knows deep in that tough exterior is a guy that just loves being a fuck hole.  A cunt.  A pussy.

I only go there in the early morning hours.  We're both morning people and wake up early for work and that routine has spilled over even on the weekends.  When I'm horny, I roll out of bed and toss an email his way and tell him what time I'll be over.  Sometimes, he beats me to the punch and emails me first.  And it's always the same scene.  He leaves his door unlocked to his apartment and waits for me in his room.  The lights may be on in the living room, but he's hidden in the shadows of his room, behind the closed door, on his back with his knees bent making little pyramids flanking his rock hard cock held tight in a vise-like grip.  I undress in living room.  Sometimes I make some noise and slowly make my way into his room, making him uneasy with anticipation.  Other times I just shuck everything off as quickly as possible to try to catch him by surprise.  This time, it's the latter.  I'm already late for work. 

I burst in and close the door behind me, carrying some lube and a condom I brought over.

"How's my pussy?"

He moans and visibly trembles at the word.  The word hold power with him.  He tells me how hot his hole has been for cock and how horny he is.  He winces a bit every time he says the word, but he still uses it.  Over and over again.

And his hole really is hot.  Hot to the touch.  My cool hands that have been unprotected from the morning crisp sends a shock through his body when it lands on his hole.  The initial shock subsides and my hands warm, but every time my finger pass over his pussy, his body trembles.  His body convulses.  Hard enough to knock me off balance a couple of times.  It's those involuntary spasms that gets my cock hard and dripping wet.  I've never met a guy that has an ass that craves dick so bad.  He can probably cum not touching himself just from having my cock glide over his hole.  It's a yearning that's so strong, he's even a little ashamed of it as he lies there in near total darkness.  And I can always see a bit of fear in his eyes when we get carried away and we make a bit too much noise.  Even my steady breath seems to reverberate through the morning stillness, though.  But it's that fear that makes him remind me nine times out of ten over email to be quiet when I get there.

We haven't gotten to that point yet.  Although I didn't have much time, I spent a bit just playing with his hole.  I want his body to be reminded of what it wants, what it craves, because I'm not going to be gentle when I fuck.  And he trembles with need.  I finally relent and lube up my cock and add a bit of lube on the inside of the condom.  That bit of extra moisture will grease my dials enough to cum pretty quick.  I roll it on.  A bit more lube on my hand as I use the other to raise his legs to rest on my shoulders.  One slow stroke of my cock with the lube and then I stop.  I look into his eyes, full of anticipation.  And when I feel like he wants it enough to take it without going in slow, I plunge in with steady pressure until I'm balls deep.  It's not until I hit bottom where his body responds and involuntarily squeezes down hard on my cock to try to expel the invader.  I even feel mini-spasms as his body adjusts and any leftover discomfort is reconciled by the overwhelming desire to be taken.

"Oh, yes.  Pussy feels good.  Pussy needs cock."

He's tight.  There's no doubt that I'm one of the few that gets the pleasure to do this to him.  But I don't try to go easy on him.  It's not what he wants.  He wants to be used.

I honor his request and try to be as quiet as possible so that his neighbors don't hear.  I grind in as deep as I can, make my cock pulse, and then fuck mini strokes deep inside him. Nothing but an inch or two of a stroke, nothing far enough to make my balls and body audibly slap against his thighs, but hard enough to make him feel it in his core.  Four or five of those and then I pull out to the tip, pause enough to hear him stop breathing for a sec, and then plunge all the back back in feeling his ass squeeze and spasm across the length of my seven inches.  The cycle happens a dozen times over the course of a few minutes when I notice that his breathing quickens and he's not mumbling about his pussy anymore.  He doesn't stroke.  He just holds it in a tight grip.  But I know what it means.  He's going to shoot.  So, I throw caution to the wind and hammer it home to build up my load and finally unleash my load hard into him.  By the time I come down, he's already trying to bring his breathing back to a normal pace and I reach down and feel the puddle on his stomach.

I pull out, admire the hefty load in the condom before I flush it away and wash up.  He stays in bed and recovers.  He doesn't even move from the bed when I get dressed in the living room.  He doesn't make a move until I'm gone.

On my drive to work, I chuckle a bit.  I actually think calling a guy's ass a pussy is funny.  But with him, the word means something.  I'm pretty sure he's closeted.  He's paranoid of the noise and uses the dark to conceal his desires.  But over the years, he's let his gaurd down.  I know who he is and what he does for a living.  I even know his eating habits and workout routine, though we've never exchanged more than ten words.  And they're the same ten words.  All of which refer to anatomy, sex, and bodily fluids.  I feel like I'm taking advantage of him and playing a peverse game by wielding the word to berate him and allow him to be objectified.  I wonder if he's ever going to cross the line and allow himself to be comfortable with his sexual desires to the point where it's a more mutual exchange, making out and exploring a guy's body and the like.  But then something reminds me of his hot, eletric hole and my dick twitches and then I say fuck it.  I'm gonna enjoy the ride where ever it leads.

3 comments:

Explorer Jack said...

Great story. Is he hairy or smooth?

Bruce Chang said...

Both, I suppose. He shaves and is usually totally smooth so you can really see his taut muscles

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