NewRyder's - Strapon Log

newryder:

What follows is my submission (great choice of words given the story I wrote) to Visionaria’s Writing Challenge

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The Lesser Man

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I just wished she would get off me, go to the bathroom or something.

I wanted Frank, not Connie. I wanted to clean her cunt juice off his cock, make it shine like new. I wanted to press the silky flesh of his hard-on against the side of my face, feel it’s heat, it’s hardness. I wanted to curl my tongue around his balls - to roll the soft head of his cock around my closed eye and pull his scent into my nostrils. I wanted to take the plum head into my mouth and keep it there.

I wanted her off me. She was making me claustrophobic. I thought maybe I could get over it, but no. I couldn’t. I didn’t like her smell. Her bush smelled like piss. Her breath smelled like smokes and kisses, those awful kisses that she kept slobbering over me tasted like beef.

I wanted Frank, he was why I was in this pile of bodies, I agreed to fuck her so that I could fuck him. His kisses were strong. When he kissed me, he locked his elbows and rose above me, his muscular body tense and hard. Frank drove me back against the bed, raked his whiskers up my neck and ground his cock into mine. His cock was in control, not mine. I tried to touch his cock but he pulled my hand away, guided it to my asshole - he made me finger my hole while he towered over me, powered over me - and I did it gladly, fingered my asshole and hoped that soon he would fill it.

A guy. A fucking strong guy, hard shoulders, boilerplate stomach, pile-driver ass. Frank was not a nice guy, I don’t think he liked me and I didn’t care. I wanted his cock, not companionship. His dick was big, but mostly it was beautiful, a beautiful sweeping cock with beautiful stout veins, a plump head and big hairy balls.

And her, Connie, trying to reach in and suck me off or sticking her tongue in between our faces. God, she drove me nuts. Let me fuck this guy, I thought. I have been waiting forever to be fucked by a guy like Frank, a real man fucker. A rough and tumble, trash talking man fucker. And now I had a man fucker so close that I could smell his power, handle him, explore his granite chest with my hands, his steel neck, pull him between my hips and let him pump a load of sperm up deep inside me. I wanted that man fucker’s sweat to drip onto me and stain my skin, have him toss me a towel and tell me to clean myself up. Yes - and here he was, his hairy legs scissoring mine, our dicks knocking together, him stronger, bigger, more assertive, more man, more male than me and I wasn’t going to let her spoil it.

I did not want Frank to cum in her pussy I wanted his load. I wanted that load either up my ass, or on in my face or down my throat. I wanted to finish him. I wanted to be the one that felt his throb and pulse as he jacked his balls and sprayed. If Frank had more than one load, and I bet he did, I wanted them all - none for her, fuck her, she had been getting cock all her life. I grabbed her runny snatch and gave her my fingers hoping to hold her off, two people wanting to Franks cum, his spoil, was just too much.

God it was horrible. She kept kissing me. I could taste his balls on her chin. I licked her there and she knew it, knew I was licking where he had been. I wanted that, his balls, his balls slamming on my chin, slapping my ass. Oh God, and her crying - yes, yes - into my ear as Frank pounded her pussy. And her cumming, cumming strong and noisy, right in my ear, breath hot in my ear and her kitten sounds every time he bounced off her ass, kissing, talking, cooing.

When I could stand no more I struggled to get her off me, threw her off me. I got on my knees and pushed her off his cock. She was pissed, said, “hey!”

She went into the kitchen, high heels clicking and made a big scene opening a beer. Fuck if I cared, fuck her. Frank laughed, told her to come back - it’s cool. But I was on his cock, feasting, licking, cleaning, cleaning him from his balls to his glistening cock head - I mopped up her cum. It tasted great, her cum, on his cock. I wanted to impress Frank, give him the best head he ever had, take the whole thing. I wanted to make him want more. If he wanted a mouth to fuck, I wanted him to think of me - forget Connie. I wrapped my arms around his waist and took his cock until I gagged, held my face against his abdomen, his cock buried in my head, his bush wet and smelling of Connie’s cunt juice and brushing my nostrils.

Frank pushed me onto my back, lowered his cock into my mouth and fucked my skull. He didn’t care about me, just fucked my head like it was a hairy pussy. Now Connie knelt by the bed, grabbed my head and held it still. She watched the action and laughed. “fuck him Frank, fuck his mouth.” I kept my mouth open and took the hammering, ran my hands over his hardened arms and ass, curled my toes. When he slowed I raised my head and kept blowing him, it’s all I knew to do, all there was. Frank took one big hand and held the back of my head, I pursed my lips and he quick fucked me, his ass jerked violently until he blew his tangy load. There was so much of it, so much cum, so much more than I imagined. It spurted off the roof of my mouth and I fought to swallow it all, what I couldn’t catch ran down my chin. Frank held my head there, his big hands clamped hard, holding my head, his vessel, in place so he could fuck it. Even as I fought for breath his cock slid in and out, pulsing, draining, throbbing until I had it all, swallowed it all.

Frank wiped his dick off on my face, his slick hot cock ran up my face, across my chin, over my nose, my eyes. I took his balls in my mouth until I could close them in there, Connie and Frank kissed, she held a tit up and he bit the nipple. Then Connie said, “clean him, clean his cock” The big cock waved and swung in my face, I chased it with my mouth, tried to catch it, as the two of them laughed. I was hungry to pull it in. “He’s a cock slut”, Connie laughed, “oh my god”. Frank eased his dick into my mouth and let me suck it as it got softer, he knew the score, he knew his cock was beautiful, one in a million. He’d had lesser men suck his cock before, felt it’s power, knelt before it, not wanted to give it back - I pushed my face against his hairy belly, he swayed back and forth, in and out. I looked up at him. He ran his fingers through my hair and looked kindly at me, held my gaze, swirled his hips, smiled and fucked my mouth, our eyes were locked, his beautiful rippling body, his big chest, loomed over me. I took in the sight of it, the feel of it – gave myself over to it, let myself be used by it, used by him. In and out, he fucked my mouth nice and slow, nice and slow. Frank bent over me, hugged my sweaty head, his massive arms held me tight against him, his flaccid cock lay heavy on my tongue - he held me there, helpless in the curl of his body for an eternity before releasing me.

Up on one elbow, I breathed fresh air, fondled his balls, handled his cock.

For all I had just been through, I felt clean. I looked at his cock differently now. In my hand it was large, soft and heavy, I knew it’s lines, its flavour – knew I could take it.

“My turn.” Connie said.

“No.” I said, rolling over onto my knees - I offered Frank my ass, pressed against the man fuckers manhood. I craned my neck and looked back at him, reached back, grabbed an ass cheek, pulled him to me. I felt his cock grow between cheeks. I smiled.

“No.”

(Source: visionaria)