Strange Boys part 13
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roxyAhem...It's been brought to my attention by *koffnonameskoff* that The Big Echoey space is perhaps...a little skewed, morality-wise. Well, I just don't know what to say about that. I happen to think that Big Echoey is a place where we learn important lessons about life, what to do, and what not to do--for instance, don't give your boyfriend a RedK colonic--okay, this may have been implied, but--words to live by if your name is Lex. Also-- drugs are very bad. Don't steal, it's nasty and tacky. Lying-also a tacky, tacky thing to do, and besides people won't pay attention to you after a while and your invitations will drop-unless you're lying about your sex life--make it good and we'll invite you!
And, don't keep your make-up past six months, never save your sandwich on your night table to eat in the morning,it's okay in certain circumstances to wear white after Labour Day. No dating your girl-friend's ex--ever. Call me old school but it just shouldn't be done. Morals, people, morals. Establish before hand, spit or swallow.*nod* perhaps not a moral issue, but still, important. No need to thank me-- these are gifts I give back to the community.
If you have a question of morality, please feel free to ask me what I think, I may be able to help in some small way *modestly blushes* Sadly, I don't handle the life or death issues here, after all, I'm simply a humble purveyor of porn and thus not qualified for the Big Picture. *radiates humbleness of a quality so sterling, it shineth like the sun*
Anyhoo-- enough about me! Porn?
Part Twelve is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
XIII
They were in Bruce’s room and Bruce glared at him. “You won’t let me blow you. Will you let me fuck you?”
Lex thought it over. Getting fucked was not normally his thing, but Bruce…Bruce…hmm. He could see it, he’d get off on it, he was sure. Bruce did have a really nice dick…Maybe another day.
“Bruuuce,would you like me to fuck *you*?” He nodded his head and kept nodding until Lex grabbed and held his cheeks.
“Let’s get you naked then, hmmm?”
Lex was so hard he could barely stand it. Finally, naked Bruce, all for him—he felt a moment of guilt--geez, he’d drugged his boyfriend to have sex with him—that was bad. It was wrong. Fuck that, he was about to get Bruce naked and spread under him—
“Lex, when we’re done here…run.”
Lex looked down into a perfectly clear set of blazing bright blue eyes, Bruce was lucid and…pissed. Fuck. “Hey! Aren’t you still…”
“It’s almost worn off, you shit, you little criminal master mind…my own pretty shiny criminal…” he sang it quietly over and over to himself while Lex stripped him, coming around to help Lex get his own clothes off, and then spiraling off into giggling as the drug spiked, and threatening Lex when his head cleared again. Lex marveled. Bruce was a real fighter.
“Shhhh. you’re going to like this, promise,” Lex said and poured lube on his fingers and dripped it on Bruce hot skin.
“Ssssss! Coooold,” he moaned and gasped in the next second. Lex rolled the pads of his fingers across his hole, pressing a bit more on each touch, until they slipped in and out and Bruce began pushing against his fingers.
“Feel good? More?” he asked him, and his own dick dipped and bobbed along with Bruce’s. Bruce had his eyes squeezed shut and his brows were drawn tightly together, he looked like he was in pain. Lex stopped to ask him if he was okay, and he cried out, “Nooooo, don’t’” and grabbed Lex’s wrist, he pushed against his fingers so hard they sank in all the way, Lex’s palm was flat against Bruce’s ass, and they both groaned.
“Oh, fuck,” Lex said reverently, his eyes locked on Bruce—
Bruce twisted and groaned, gripped the sheets until they pulled away from the edges of the bed and he lay in a wrinkled mess of cotton and begged Lex to please, please, please! fuck him, and Lex grabbed his dick. He was going to come before he ever got close to Bruce.
He ran his fingers along the length of Bruce’s dick, so hard, so dark, he traced the veins like he was touching an icon, slowly, rapt, and circled his fingers around the tip, pre-come pooled in the space between the crown and his fingers. Lex leaned forward and licked it up, licked around the crown and sucked the tip into his mouth, and Bruce groaned, “Lex, I’m gonna come!”
Lex pulled back fast. “Do you want me to finish or--”
Bruce growled. “Fuck me. Right now.” He pulled Lex in, lifted his legs to his shoulders and Lex slid home in one push.
Bruce moaned, “Feels good…” and tried to get him to move deeper.
Lex held him down, waited for a beat… “That’s because your ass doesn’t get it yet,” and then Bruce tightened up. “Yeah—hurts a little …but it’s a good hurt.”
He kicked Lex, “Fuck me!”
Lex closed his eyes and pulled back, he eased in again, once, twice and then started fucking Bruce in earnest. Bruce’s mouth was open, he moaned and gasped, he shouted, he talked, he cursed…Lex was amazed. Bruce was really—loud…
*Fuck* that was hot!
He shifted the angle of his thrust and was rewarded by a yelp- “What the fuck is …aaaaahhh…”
Lex grinned, he grabbed Bruce’s dick and began pumping in time with his strokes, he was quivering, sweat rolled steadily down his ribs, his arms, dipped from his forehead and splashed on Bruce’s chest and his legs were shaking, stomach muscles jumped and twitched and he groaned between his teeth, “Bruce, can I –can I--"
Bruce groaned from deep inside, “Lex- come… come… *coming!*" And he arched off the bed and came, howling like a wolf.
tbc, she said in a humble, modest, unassuming, demure way, even...
And, don't keep your make-up past six months, never save your sandwich on your night table to eat in the morning,it's okay in certain circumstances to wear white after Labour Day. No dating your girl-friend's ex--ever. Call me old school but it just shouldn't be done. Morals, people, morals. Establish before hand, spit or swallow.*nod* perhaps not a moral issue, but still, important. No need to thank me-- these are gifts I give back to the community.
If you have a question of morality, please feel free to ask me what I think, I may be able to help in some small way *modestly blushes* Sadly, I don't handle the life or death issues here, after all, I'm simply a humble purveyor of porn and thus not qualified for the Big Picture. *radiates humbleness of a quality so sterling, it shineth like the sun*
Anyhoo-- enough about me! Porn?
Part Twelve is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
XIII
They were in Bruce’s room and Bruce glared at him. “You won’t let me blow you. Will you let me fuck you?”
Lex thought it over. Getting fucked was not normally his thing, but Bruce…Bruce…hmm. He could see it, he’d get off on it, he was sure. Bruce did have a really nice dick…Maybe another day.
“Bruuuce,would you like me to fuck *you*?” He nodded his head and kept nodding until Lex grabbed and held his cheeks.
“Let’s get you naked then, hmmm?”
Lex was so hard he could barely stand it. Finally, naked Bruce, all for him—he felt a moment of guilt--geez, he’d drugged his boyfriend to have sex with him—that was bad. It was wrong. Fuck that, he was about to get Bruce naked and spread under him—
“Lex, when we’re done here…run.”
Lex looked down into a perfectly clear set of blazing bright blue eyes, Bruce was lucid and…pissed. Fuck. “Hey! Aren’t you still…”
“It’s almost worn off, you shit, you little criminal master mind…my own pretty shiny criminal…” he sang it quietly over and over to himself while Lex stripped him, coming around to help Lex get his own clothes off, and then spiraling off into giggling as the drug spiked, and threatening Lex when his head cleared again. Lex marveled. Bruce was a real fighter.
“Shhhh. you’re going to like this, promise,” Lex said and poured lube on his fingers and dripped it on Bruce hot skin.
“Ssssss! Coooold,” he moaned and gasped in the next second. Lex rolled the pads of his fingers across his hole, pressing a bit more on each touch, until they slipped in and out and Bruce began pushing against his fingers.
“Feel good? More?” he asked him, and his own dick dipped and bobbed along with Bruce’s. Bruce had his eyes squeezed shut and his brows were drawn tightly together, he looked like he was in pain. Lex stopped to ask him if he was okay, and he cried out, “Nooooo, don’t’” and grabbed Lex’s wrist, he pushed against his fingers so hard they sank in all the way, Lex’s palm was flat against Bruce’s ass, and they both groaned.
“Oh, fuck,” Lex said reverently, his eyes locked on Bruce—
Bruce twisted and groaned, gripped the sheets until they pulled away from the edges of the bed and he lay in a wrinkled mess of cotton and begged Lex to please, please, please! fuck him, and Lex grabbed his dick. He was going to come before he ever got close to Bruce.
He ran his fingers along the length of Bruce’s dick, so hard, so dark, he traced the veins like he was touching an icon, slowly, rapt, and circled his fingers around the tip, pre-come pooled in the space between the crown and his fingers. Lex leaned forward and licked it up, licked around the crown and sucked the tip into his mouth, and Bruce groaned, “Lex, I’m gonna come!”
Lex pulled back fast. “Do you want me to finish or--”
Bruce growled. “Fuck me. Right now.” He pulled Lex in, lifted his legs to his shoulders and Lex slid home in one push.
Bruce moaned, “Feels good…” and tried to get him to move deeper.
Lex held him down, waited for a beat… “That’s because your ass doesn’t get it yet,” and then Bruce tightened up. “Yeah—hurts a little …but it’s a good hurt.”
He kicked Lex, “Fuck me!”
Lex closed his eyes and pulled back, he eased in again, once, twice and then started fucking Bruce in earnest. Bruce’s mouth was open, he moaned and gasped, he shouted, he talked, he cursed…Lex was amazed. Bruce was really—loud…
*Fuck* that was hot!
He shifted the angle of his thrust and was rewarded by a yelp- “What the fuck is …aaaaahhh…”
Lex grinned, he grabbed Bruce’s dick and began pumping in time with his strokes, he was quivering, sweat rolled steadily down his ribs, his arms, dipped from his forehead and splashed on Bruce’s chest and his legs were shaking, stomach muscles jumped and twitched and he groaned between his teeth, “Bruce, can I –can I--"
Bruce groaned from deep inside, “Lex- come… come… *coming!*" And he arched off the bed and came, howling like a wolf.
tbc, she said in a humble, modest, unassuming, demure way, even...
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