©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#728)
I love watching their faces as we fuck.
©2013 by The Dirty Gentleman (#728)
I love watching their faces as we fuck.
“I’ll have a gill of the McMary’s and two mutchkins of the Dark Wary Stout. Three orders of pickled skoovers, a side of the orange pigsweed, and one bowl of cummin roasted turnovers.”
“Just a typical Monday night’s meal?” I asked, my eyebrow raised at my own clever jest.
“Yah, it’s about like that. You never had the skoovers here? They’ll about take the skin off your tongue if you’re not careful.”
I stared at her, hoping I might see some hint in her eyes of whatever the fuck she was talking about, but her radical sincerity was overpowering. When I turned to laugh at the bartender, hoping he’d get the joke, he was busy writing down the order and pouring her whisky from a bottle I’ve never seen.
“How did you find this place?” she asked, leaning in until her nose was pressed solidly against my own. I didn’t dare move, but as I tried to remember my mind was a complete blank.
“I, ah, was walking home past Moonbys when I had to stop and use their bathroom. When I came out, I decided to sneak out the back, and then…”
“And then you stumbled in here when the light was on, eh?”
“I guess,” I said, finding it odd to talk to someone who had their nose pressed against my face.
She finally stepped back and looked me up and down. She touched my arm and then my shoulder, her hand strangely invasive in its exploration. And then before I could say another word she picked up her drinks and smiled at me.
“Well, try the skoovers if you want to get at it. It’ll change the light in your hair.”
And then she was gone and I was sitting there alone wondering if somehow my wrong turn out of Moonbys left me further from home than expected.
-GNY (who has probably had too many gills of McMary’s tonight)
This might get interesting…
Do you want to fuck any of us?
Close the door, I told her. And lock it.
She sat down on the bed and her smile was angled to one side. Her eyebrow was raised, and her breath was quick.
Two of you, I said. She looked into my eyes as if she could read the names in my pupils. I think you know the first one. Casey, of course. She teases me and climbs on my lap, and those lips were made to do wonderful things.
Who’s the second? She was so close enough to me that I could smell her breath and there was no way she didn’t know the answer. When I pulled her onto my lap she wrapped her legs and arms around me without pause. But her face still doubted, and I let her wait.
The second one, I said, pulling her to me, her cunt grinding onto my quickly growing cock, I’ve wanted for longer than I care to admit. She’s brilliant and hot, and she makes me laugh and grow hard in the same sentence. The second one I want to fuck more than anyone I’ve ever met.
Her hips moved slowly, but with intention. Our faces were nearly touching, and her eyes were closed as she listened.
Are you going to fuck her? Her voice was small and a hint of fear still lingered.
I’m going to be inside her within the next two minutes.
And then her mouth was on mine and her shirt was gone. Our skin touched for the first time as I kissed her chin and breasts, and every point of contact felt perfect. I threw her down on her back as I slid her shorts off her legs taking her underwear with them. She gasped when I opened my mouth on her cunt, and her hands in my hair were fearless.
It’s been over a minute, she whispered, and in one swift motion my mouth was on hers and my cock was buried as deeply inside her as it could go. She screamed into our kiss and wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. Her pussy was tight and wet, and I thrust into her over and over again.
How long have you wanted this, she moaned into my ear. I leaned back, looking down at her panting body, and watching my cock moving within the folds of her cunt. I pulled out so I could rub against her, both of us now watching in amazement. I teased her as long as I could, listening to her need grow stronger until I slid back inside her and collapsed against her chest.
Since the day I met you, I said. I’ve always wanted to you fuck you. From the second you turned around and smiled at me I’ve wanted you. I’ve wanted to fuck this cunt since the moment I knew it existed, and I’m going to keep fucking you until you forget how you know me. Not a minute has gone by in my life that I didn’t want to be inside you.
She clenched around me, kissing me harder, and she grabbed my hair in one hand.
You could have had me, she moaned. Any time you wanted I would have done it. Here, there, it doesn’t matter. I would always have fucked you. Always.
And then we were biting and scratching and words were no longer important.
The last time we fucked her, hard and fast on her own bed, I slipped out of myself and into her.
We had undressed frantically and our need was thick and uncontrollable. We had fingers inside her before anyone lost clothes, and she knelt between us as we pulled off our shirts and got us hard in her mouth. Our foreplay was done when I pulled her panties to one side and fucked her cunt. She collapsed onto the bed, my cock inside her as he took her by the hair and forced her mouth around him.
She was moaning and begging, urging us on with taunts and fingers, and not one of us was thinking at all. And as I watched her between us, getting fucked hard from both ends, my vision clouded and I left my body behind. For a moment I floated in space, and then suddenly I was her instead.
The cock in my mouth was thick and salty with taste that was as familiar as it was strange. There was sweat on my face and my hair was matted against my skin. Each time the cock in my cunt pushed into me, I tried to swallow more of what was in my mouth. All three heartbeats were pounding loudly as they fucked me, and all I knew was that I needed more. I needed it to be harder and stronger. I needed more hands, more come, and more everything. I yearned to be consumed and devoured, my body aching from use, and I gave in completely.
And then in a flash I was me and I was coming inside her, my cock pulsing and my fingers tightening around her ass. He was grunting, and she was moaning, and I watched as she swallowed his come and licked what was left off her lips and chin.
When we collapsed onto the bed, she looked at me strangely.
“What is it?” I asked.
“For a moment,” she said, “I was you and I was fucking me, and it was the best feeling in the world. When I came back to myself I was coming harder than I have in days.”
I kissed her, and the salt of her lips was familiar.
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“He cheated on me,” she said when I walked in the door. We had planned on a nice quiet dinner between old friends, but I instantly realized I should have brought whisky rather than wine. I opened my arms and she filled them, and for a long time neither of us said a word.
“The only bright side, is that now I get to do it too.” She was whispering into the crook of my neck and our hug suddenly felt very different. I stepped back until I could look into her eyes. We had been resisting each other for years, and then just like that he made all our hesitation feel foolish. What was the point of us holding back if he was going to fuck it up anyway?
“Have you picked someone out yet?” I asked.
Her kiss was crushing. Her mouth was sweet, and this time rather than simply wrap our arms around one another they were put to the business of removing clothes. We left a trail of them in the hallway until we collapsed naked onto their bed, my mouth between her legs tasting her for the first time. Her pussy was wet and slippery as I explored her folds and bit her thighs. I had two fingers inside her as she clenched around me, and she was begging by the time my tongue found her clit.
When I finally moved up to her mouth, my hard cock dangerously close to the entrance of her cunt, she grabbed my hair and bit my lip.
“I want to do something that I never let him do,” she said. There was anger in her voice, and my cock was painfully hard at her words. “He always asked, and I said no. And now I want you to do it, just because.”
When I slid into her pussy I forgot everything. She was tight and hot, and our bodies were so fully entwined we felt like the same person. We ground our pelvises together, scratched our backs, and wrapped our legs into twisted limbs that would never be free.
“Please tell me it’s your ass,” I growled. “Please tell me you want me to fuck this ass.”
She was on her hands and knees a second later, pointing to the condoms and lube on her bedside table. I rolled one down, squirted some lube onto two fingers, and attacked her. I pushed her down onto her stomach as my fingers found her asshole, and she moaned and writhed and grunted beneath my weight.
“Do it,” she begged.
“He really never fucked you here?”
“No,” she moaned, pushing back against me.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me!” she said.
“My ass, I want you to fuck my ass.”
“I want to hear you beg for it. I’m not sure I really believe you.” I was still teasing her with fingers, but my cock was pressed against her, and she was squirming uncontrollably.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Louder,” I told her. “Beg like it’s the only thing in the world you’ve ever wanted.”
“Please fuck me. Please fuck me up the ass. Oh god, I can’t stand it.”
I held her still as I positioned myself against her tiny hole, and it looked impossible. I gasped as I pushed against her, and when I finally watched the head of my cock enter her, I was close to crying. Inch by inch I pushed, and she never once stopped begging for more. By the time I was fully inside her I was in love, and I was never going to leave.
“Fuck, that’s amazing. Your cock feels so fucking good inside me.”
I started to move, and she started to push back, and by the time she reached a hand between her legs, we were both close to coming. She thrust back against me, as I watched my cock slide in and out of her, and it was perfect. Her ass was impossibly tight, but even more than the physical sensation was the deep and profound knowledge that his affair had nothing on ours. She was giving me something he never had, and that thought alone was enough to make me come. She screamed and moaned, and I grabbed her and thrust so hard we fell onto the bed in a fit of shaking bodies.
“Holy shit, I’m coming. I’m coming with your dick up my ass. Oh god, keep fucking me!”
“I’m coming too,” I moaned. “I’ve wanted this ass for too many years, and I’m going to fill you with everything I have.”
By the time we slowed down we were covered in sweat, the room smelled like an orgy, and we had smiles on our faces bigger than the arch in Washington Square Park. She kissed me between giggles, and I held her hands as I caught my breath. Nothing would ever be the same again.
“That was amazing,” I said.
“I don’t know why we waited.”
Thank you to everyone who came out last night for the second Dirty Boys reading series. We have over 50 people at the Magician, and I was told by more than a few people that they needed to rush home and change their pants when it was done.
Daisy Danger was an amazing new edition to the line-up and she had the audience on the edge of their chairs and in desperate need of a cold shower (or a hot shower with friends).
The next one will most likely be in January, and I’m sure it will warm us all up. In the meantime you can follow along at the Dirty Boys Tumblr.
Thanks again, and until next time!