MyJockStrap
05-25-2005, 06:14 PM
Fuck Me
Watching Tierney watch television, Andrew smiled nervously. Uncomfortable with his staring, he shifted his gaze to the television. A cartoon played over the screen and depicted a missile impaling a spaceship. The depth the missile achieved promised the projectile would reemerge through the other side of the ship, but it didn’t, and as it impaled its target, it released a cataclysmic explosion that utterly destroyed the missile and the spaceship.
How like Tierney to watch a cartoon, and how unlike me to enjoy watching one: he thought as his eyes followed the white scrolling credits. There was a time when I did enjoy watching cartoons: This thoughtful reminiscence delivered him to the living room of his youth until Tierney’s gaze pulled him back to the now black video screen.
Fidgeting with the chair’s wooden arms, he blurted out the first diversion that popped into his mind: “Can I use your phone?”
“Local or distant?”
He struggled to understand the question and decided Tierney feared a toll call: “It’s local.”
“I only ask cause I don’t have long distance on my phone; I use my cell phone for that.”
“I’ve been thinking about doing that myself.” No, I haven’t, Andrew thought to himself.
“Go ahead. You know where it is.”
Realizing he now had to go through the motions of making and faking a phone call, Andrew found himself slowly walking across the living room: Yes, I remember exactly where it is. Standing in the threshold, he hesitated before entering the room: It’s on the night table right next to the . . . bed.
The unlit room loomed before him. His eyes adjusted to the light spilling into the room from the rest of the apartment as he anticipated the shape of the bed, the night table, the wooden screen, and the bike. He knew from memory where each piece of furniture would be: The dresser with its back against the wall to the left of the door; beside that, the bike; three feet away and against the opposite wall, the bed; the night table to the right, and the wooden screen to the left of the bed. No, something’s different. The screen is now beside the dresser, but where’s the bike? Oh, the bike is behind the screen. The room looks neater that way.
Fearing his hesitancy to enter the room would draw attention, he fixed his eyes on the phone’s red pilot light and moved quickly toward it in a double veil of darkness by half closing his eyes: Whatever you do, don’t look at the bed. He walked half blind along the side of the bed and stopped just before the shadowy image of the night table. Catching the bed in his peripheral vision, he resisted it by closing his eyes completely and reached for the cradled phone but grasped a handful of downy softness. Surprised by the texture, he opened his eyes only to find himself hovering over the bed with his fingers pressed deep into the thickness of its layers. He withdrew his hand but stopped it midair as he became lost in thought: It is so odd to be here, the same place, this very bed. Everything’s the same, but everything’s different. Everything was so soft . . . the sheets . . . worn and warm . . . hunter green, maroon, and white . . . moist with the residue of his previous night’s sleep . . . his pillow . . . my head pressed against it . . . his drool dried deep in the threads of the pillowcase . . . his body pressing into mine . . . his fingers opening me . . . his cock boring into—
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” Tierney’s voice filled the room as Andrew turned in time to catch only a glimpse of Tierney’s body disappearing into the adjacent bathroom.
He trembled as he responded to the command by pulling his shirt over his head. Unbuttoning his pants, he pushed them down and sat on the edge of the bed. Lying back, he removed his boxers and peeled off his socks. Naked, he slid to the center of the bed and adjusted the pillow beneath his head. The pillow engulfed his head as his balls dangled and his cock rose up between his legs. His chest heaved with anxiety as he watched Tierney’s shadow moving against the hall wall: Is this really going to happen again? Is this really happening again?
Andrew swallowed hard as Tierney’s naked body eclipsed its shadow and entered the room carrying a towel. Sitting on the foot of the bed. Tierney tossed the towel on top of Andrew and ran his finger over the top of Andrew’s foot: “Put that under you?”
Andrew lifted his ass and placed the towel beneath himself.
Watching Andrew prepare himself, Tierney slid his hand over Andrew’s ankle and along the inside of his leg, spreading Andrew’s legs further apart as his hand moved closer to his crotch.
Andrew shivered as Tierney grazed the bottom of his balls with his fingertips and softly whispered: “Show me.”
Compliantly, Andrew tilted his pelvis, thereby raising his asshole to Tierney’s fingers. Tierney slid one of his already greased fingers in. Once inside, he began exploring Andrew’s silken insides with the pad of his finger.
Andrew eyes closed as a sigh parted his lips and pressed his head into the pillow as Tierney inserted a second finger into him. Tierney thrust his fingers deeper into the ever-yielding asshole and lowered his mouth to Andrew’s. Andrew inserted his tongue eagerly into Tierney’s mouth and gyrated his hips to rub his prostate against the tip of Tierney’s fingers in an effort to sate the burning itch that had developed there.
Tierney fanned his fingers out to spread Andrew’s ass further open. At first, Tierney barely parted his fingers before bringing them back together, but as the silken walls relaxed, he spread his fingers further and further apart and waited a bit longer before bringing them back together.
Their lips parted as Tierney inserted a third finger into Andrew, formed a finger pyramid, and began to thrust in and out of Andrew’s asshole. Andrew exhaled audibly and bore down on Tierney’s fingers. The fingertips offered resistance as Andrew pressed against them rhythmically. Slowing his hip movement, Andrew settled his prostate over Tierney’s fingers.
Tierney lowered his face to Andrew’s. Inches apart, the men reflected their mutual desire in their face and eyes. Tierney was the first to break the silence, “I want to fuck you.”
Andrew’s response ran simultaneous to his thoughts: “It’s been awhile for me.” Not since you, and that was my first time.
Lowering his mouth to Andrew’s, Tierney replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt too much.”
Tierney withdrew his fingers from Andrew’s ass and rolled on top of him as he probed Andrew’s mouth with his tongue and positioned himself between his legs. Not breaking the seal of their kiss, Tierney raised Andrew’s legs so his feet dangled over his shoulders and his ass hovered just below his cock. He pressed his head within the folds of Andrew’s ass and slid in between them. The ribbed feel of Andrew’s asshole slid firmly over his head and along his cock shaft, and he thrust forward until satin surrounded his cock.
His knees pushed into his chest, Andrew exhaled forcefully as Tierney’s cock spread him open. Tierney hungrily inhaled the exhalation. He drew it deep into his lungs and exhaled back into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew’s mouth and lungs filled with Tierney’s breath as Tierney began to thrust his cock in and out of Andrew’s ass. He entered Andrew more fully with each forward thrust. Eventually, Andrew became aware of a slapping sound as Tierney’s thighs slapped audibly against the back of his legs, and he moaned as Tierney filled him with his entire length.
Andrew’s mind reeled with unreality. He could not believe he was here again with Tierney, being filled literally and figuratively with so much of another person there was no room for his own thoughts, and worrying about his ability to think, he felt his thoughts receded to nothingness as he moaned in ecstasy.
Tierney completely withdrew his cock only to insert it in again, and he began punch fucking Andrew repeatedly. With each withdrawal of Tierney’s cock, Andrew moaned for the next forward thrust. Tierney obliged each moan by pushing past Andrew’s asshole and filling his shaft entirely, only to once again withdraw his cock as soon as it was fully inserted.
Andrew wrapped his hands around Tierney’s arms, which were planted on either side of his torso. They were moist with sweat and rigid with contracted muscles as Tierney bore all his weight on his arms to free his legs and pelvis to punch fuck. Tierney continued to plunge and fully withdraw from Andrew until Andrew’s hunger audibly manifested itself: “Fuck me.”
Tierney plunged into Andrew until his thighs slapped against Andrew’s ass and began to pump his cock in and out of it rapidly. Andrew locked his eyes on Tierney’s face as he began to pump his own cock: “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Andrew repeated his mantra and tightened his asshole around Tierney’s cock as a drop of his heated cum hit his left tit. It was followed by several surges of cum that laced his chest and stomach.
Breathless, Andrew’s body went limp as he felt Tierney pull his cock from his ass. Still reeling with exhaustion, Andrew felt a warm spray of cum sprinkling over his cock and stomach. He opened his eyes and watched Tierney milk the last of his orgasm over his balls.
Tierney lowered his mouth to Andrew and a drop of sweat fell from Tierney’s brow and salted their kiss.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower. You can go after me.” Tierney stood and walked out of the room. Andrew watched as the white orbs of Tierney’s ass disappeared through the doorway. He studied Tierney’s shadow and tried to make out what he was doing, but the shadow was eclipsed by the darker shadow of the bathroom door closing.
Watching Tierney watch television, Andrew smiled nervously. Uncomfortable with his staring, he shifted his gaze to the television. A cartoon played over the screen and depicted a missile impaling a spaceship. The depth the missile achieved promised the projectile would reemerge through the other side of the ship, but it didn’t, and as it impaled its target, it released a cataclysmic explosion that utterly destroyed the missile and the spaceship.
How like Tierney to watch a cartoon, and how unlike me to enjoy watching one: he thought as his eyes followed the white scrolling credits. There was a time when I did enjoy watching cartoons: This thoughtful reminiscence delivered him to the living room of his youth until Tierney’s gaze pulled him back to the now black video screen.
Fidgeting with the chair’s wooden arms, he blurted out the first diversion that popped into his mind: “Can I use your phone?”
“Local or distant?”
He struggled to understand the question and decided Tierney feared a toll call: “It’s local.”
“I only ask cause I don’t have long distance on my phone; I use my cell phone for that.”
“I’ve been thinking about doing that myself.” No, I haven’t, Andrew thought to himself.
“Go ahead. You know where it is.”
Realizing he now had to go through the motions of making and faking a phone call, Andrew found himself slowly walking across the living room: Yes, I remember exactly where it is. Standing in the threshold, he hesitated before entering the room: It’s on the night table right next to the . . . bed.
The unlit room loomed before him. His eyes adjusted to the light spilling into the room from the rest of the apartment as he anticipated the shape of the bed, the night table, the wooden screen, and the bike. He knew from memory where each piece of furniture would be: The dresser with its back against the wall to the left of the door; beside that, the bike; three feet away and against the opposite wall, the bed; the night table to the right, and the wooden screen to the left of the bed. No, something’s different. The screen is now beside the dresser, but where’s the bike? Oh, the bike is behind the screen. The room looks neater that way.
Fearing his hesitancy to enter the room would draw attention, he fixed his eyes on the phone’s red pilot light and moved quickly toward it in a double veil of darkness by half closing his eyes: Whatever you do, don’t look at the bed. He walked half blind along the side of the bed and stopped just before the shadowy image of the night table. Catching the bed in his peripheral vision, he resisted it by closing his eyes completely and reached for the cradled phone but grasped a handful of downy softness. Surprised by the texture, he opened his eyes only to find himself hovering over the bed with his fingers pressed deep into the thickness of its layers. He withdrew his hand but stopped it midair as he became lost in thought: It is so odd to be here, the same place, this very bed. Everything’s the same, but everything’s different. Everything was so soft . . . the sheets . . . worn and warm . . . hunter green, maroon, and white . . . moist with the residue of his previous night’s sleep . . . his pillow . . . my head pressed against it . . . his drool dried deep in the threads of the pillowcase . . . his body pressing into mine . . . his fingers opening me . . . his cock boring into—
“Take off your clothes and get on the bed.” Tierney’s voice filled the room as Andrew turned in time to catch only a glimpse of Tierney’s body disappearing into the adjacent bathroom.
He trembled as he responded to the command by pulling his shirt over his head. Unbuttoning his pants, he pushed them down and sat on the edge of the bed. Lying back, he removed his boxers and peeled off his socks. Naked, he slid to the center of the bed and adjusted the pillow beneath his head. The pillow engulfed his head as his balls dangled and his cock rose up between his legs. His chest heaved with anxiety as he watched Tierney’s shadow moving against the hall wall: Is this really going to happen again? Is this really happening again?
Andrew swallowed hard as Tierney’s naked body eclipsed its shadow and entered the room carrying a towel. Sitting on the foot of the bed. Tierney tossed the towel on top of Andrew and ran his finger over the top of Andrew’s foot: “Put that under you?”
Andrew lifted his ass and placed the towel beneath himself.
Watching Andrew prepare himself, Tierney slid his hand over Andrew’s ankle and along the inside of his leg, spreading Andrew’s legs further apart as his hand moved closer to his crotch.
Andrew shivered as Tierney grazed the bottom of his balls with his fingertips and softly whispered: “Show me.”
Compliantly, Andrew tilted his pelvis, thereby raising his asshole to Tierney’s fingers. Tierney slid one of his already greased fingers in. Once inside, he began exploring Andrew’s silken insides with the pad of his finger.
Andrew eyes closed as a sigh parted his lips and pressed his head into the pillow as Tierney inserted a second finger into him. Tierney thrust his fingers deeper into the ever-yielding asshole and lowered his mouth to Andrew’s. Andrew inserted his tongue eagerly into Tierney’s mouth and gyrated his hips to rub his prostate against the tip of Tierney’s fingers in an effort to sate the burning itch that had developed there.
Tierney fanned his fingers out to spread Andrew’s ass further open. At first, Tierney barely parted his fingers before bringing them back together, but as the silken walls relaxed, he spread his fingers further and further apart and waited a bit longer before bringing them back together.
Their lips parted as Tierney inserted a third finger into Andrew, formed a finger pyramid, and began to thrust in and out of Andrew’s asshole. Andrew exhaled audibly and bore down on Tierney’s fingers. The fingertips offered resistance as Andrew pressed against them rhythmically. Slowing his hip movement, Andrew settled his prostate over Tierney’s fingers.
Tierney lowered his face to Andrew’s. Inches apart, the men reflected their mutual desire in their face and eyes. Tierney was the first to break the silence, “I want to fuck you.”
Andrew’s response ran simultaneous to his thoughts: “It’s been awhile for me.” Not since you, and that was my first time.
Lowering his mouth to Andrew’s, Tierney replied, “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure it doesn’t hurt too much.”
Tierney withdrew his fingers from Andrew’s ass and rolled on top of him as he probed Andrew’s mouth with his tongue and positioned himself between his legs. Not breaking the seal of their kiss, Tierney raised Andrew’s legs so his feet dangled over his shoulders and his ass hovered just below his cock. He pressed his head within the folds of Andrew’s ass and slid in between them. The ribbed feel of Andrew’s asshole slid firmly over his head and along his cock shaft, and he thrust forward until satin surrounded his cock.
His knees pushed into his chest, Andrew exhaled forcefully as Tierney’s cock spread him open. Tierney hungrily inhaled the exhalation. He drew it deep into his lungs and exhaled back into Andrew’s mouth. Andrew’s mouth and lungs filled with Tierney’s breath as Tierney began to thrust his cock in and out of Andrew’s ass. He entered Andrew more fully with each forward thrust. Eventually, Andrew became aware of a slapping sound as Tierney’s thighs slapped audibly against the back of his legs, and he moaned as Tierney filled him with his entire length.
Andrew’s mind reeled with unreality. He could not believe he was here again with Tierney, being filled literally and figuratively with so much of another person there was no room for his own thoughts, and worrying about his ability to think, he felt his thoughts receded to nothingness as he moaned in ecstasy.
Tierney completely withdrew his cock only to insert it in again, and he began punch fucking Andrew repeatedly. With each withdrawal of Tierney’s cock, Andrew moaned for the next forward thrust. Tierney obliged each moan by pushing past Andrew’s asshole and filling his shaft entirely, only to once again withdraw his cock as soon as it was fully inserted.
Andrew wrapped his hands around Tierney’s arms, which were planted on either side of his torso. They were moist with sweat and rigid with contracted muscles as Tierney bore all his weight on his arms to free his legs and pelvis to punch fuck. Tierney continued to plunge and fully withdraw from Andrew until Andrew’s hunger audibly manifested itself: “Fuck me.”
Tierney plunged into Andrew until his thighs slapped against Andrew’s ass and began to pump his cock in and out of it rapidly. Andrew locked his eyes on Tierney’s face as he began to pump his own cock: “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Andrew repeated his mantra and tightened his asshole around Tierney’s cock as a drop of his heated cum hit his left tit. It was followed by several surges of cum that laced his chest and stomach.
Breathless, Andrew’s body went limp as he felt Tierney pull his cock from his ass. Still reeling with exhaustion, Andrew felt a warm spray of cum sprinkling over his cock and stomach. He opened his eyes and watched Tierney milk the last of his orgasm over his balls.
Tierney lowered his mouth to Andrew and a drop of sweat fell from Tierney’s brow and salted their kiss.
“I’m gonna jump in the shower. You can go after me.” Tierney stood and walked out of the room. Andrew watched as the white orbs of Tierney’s ass disappeared through the doorway. He studied Tierney’s shadow and tried to make out what he was doing, but the shadow was eclipsed by the darker shadow of the bathroom door closing.