"Damn, it's... super hot!"
"Hot?... No... no, you're talking nonsense, I've got the air conditioner on"
"No kidding, I'm suffocating here, it's so hot!"
He'd gotten rid of his jacket in record time and was hastily doing the same with his white shirt, unbuttoning the few mother-of-pearl buttons and allowing the little oxygen he was already struggling to get in the confines of my car to take full effect. He had unbuttoned his shirt, loosened his tie, and frivolously I followed with furtive glances _ afraid not to see what dignity I had left vanish in case he caught me spying on him so greedily _ his restless fingers descending even lower. It took a miracle to clamp my head in place and keep focused on the road; the intervention of superhuman help to keep my gaze from wandering off and losing my lucidity as I stared the almost visible skin of his chest and his abs snoring passionately under his shirt, awaiting only the softness and warmth of expert palms to caress and the passages of a ground tongue to worship them... Oh my God, I'm losing it, I'M LOSING IT!
"Maybe it's the alcohol that makes you feel like this? I don't know how many drinks you had before I arrived, but I'm guessing it must have been enough to make you hysterical... I read somewhere that too much alcohol can create a kind of immense heat in the body, a bit like... As if your body temperature is out of whack and you're bathing in a hot water Jacuzzi."
"Yeah, maybe..."
"So you were drunk before I approached you?"
"Just a few drinks..."
"No wonder you feel like you're running a marathon in the Sahel... Tell me... Were you alone at the Raccoon the whole time? I mean, were you there by yourself, no friends, no boyfriend or... girlfriend? No one?"
"No."
"No what?"
"No, I wasn't alone."
"Hum hum_ I nodded, expecting better explanations, a more detailed conversation, but this idiot obviously had other plans... and?... the sequel?"
"What sequel? ..."
There was no way he was going to start his damn treatment of silence game again, oh no, not now. He wasn't going to make me feel stupid again when he had just forked his tongue into my mouth ten minutes ago... I don't know what's wrong with him, but he'd better find his damn sense of humor or I'm going to throw him out of my car. With all due respect, I softly smack him in the chest. Oh Mason, you are so fucked!
"Aiiiie!"
"Well, that'll teach you to play dumb. If you're still playing the macho, mysterious guy I have to chase after, well, that's it, because I'm going to throw you out of my car, literally no joke, and at full speed. Just to make sure you come to a tragic end..."
"Oh oh, calm down... I didn't know I was chilling with a psycho murderer."
He laughed. He has such a beautiful laugh, my God. It was like drowning a lump of rust in honey and rubbing it against a worn iron pot, but instead of making the most irritating sound, it was a deep, stormy, mysterious melody that mimicked... Everything about him was beautiful.
"Asshole."
"Your asshole, I correct."
"Well... to answer your question, no, I wasn't there alone. I was with some friends, but I lost track of them and then I was too lazy to go look for them... They were probably out jerking off to some girls."
"And why didn't you go and do the same?"
"Well, because I saw you"
" Idiot"
"I was even getting ready to leave, bored out of my mind and knowing that I'd probably never see my friends again that night, or at least see them drunk and getting their dicks sucked by complete strangers, I wanted to get the hell out of there. And then you arrived with your friends, your lost look, your smile that hesitated to form on your lips but stubbornly didn’t backtracked, your eyes reddened with mixed emotions, nonchalantly squinting at the corners of the bar as if you'd seen a ghost, your face soaking up all the lights in the bar as if you were a glowing explosion of color, a human manifestation of night and day... I couldn't stop looking at you, and I'm sure there were a dozen other guys drooling just like me..."
I cowered at any chance of letting on that I was touched by the load of crap he was throwing at me. But it was cute, and I felt myself blushing. I hadn't heard anything like that since... since he died.
"And I think you're just horny."
"No, really_ he moves closer to me, his face a sigh away from my neck. I feel his breath rise and brush against my skin_ I think you're... special. Your lost puppy's face, your aura stuckbetween shadows and lights, your smell_ he soothes his nose against my cheek, closes his eyes and sniffs all my scent... his plump nose, confused between thin and wide, parades across my cheek, like a piece of silk lingerie draping a naked body in the dead of winter, leaving it quivering with shame and desire_ I think you're special."
I pull him away with a free hand, desperately trying to focus on the wheel and the road ahead. The nerves in my stomach, feet and crotch are crackling like mad. I can feel my breath dying in hot flushes and tingling down the opposite side of both my hands. Mason, don't give in, don't give in, don't give in! At least not now.
"And I insist that you're just horny and since I'm not such easy prey and you really need to fuck, you think you can buy me off with a few sweet words you dug up in some cheap book... Baby, you've told at least fifty guys at the Raccoon that they're special. You're not doing it to me."
"I'm not? What if I told you it was my first time in that bar?"
"For real?"
"For real!"
"Whew, at least you're not going to give me every STD in the Raccoon tonight. For a guy who looks like a daily ass collector, I'm reassured."
"Daily ass collector...Ouch! ...that might have hurt my feelings...if...you hadn't indirectly admitted that you were ready for me to do your insides."
He winks at me. It's so cheesy, but it's also weirdly hot.
"Arrrgh... You're such a pig."
"How much further to your place? At this rate, I'm starting to think you're kidnapping me."
He lets out a slight snide laugh and I can't help but reach for him for a moment. I had to drop the mask, stop playing hard to get. Anyway, it's not like we're going to fall in love, we're just going to fuck and forget about each other as soon as he's out of my house first thing tomorrow. So I have to relax and accept his fake flirting. It will spice things up a bit.
"We are only a few meters away from my house now. Maybe I'll kidnap you? I want to see what all that muscle can do when it is in danger."
I let my free hand roam freely down his torso. I take the time to feel all of his muscles, his biceps that seem to get bigger every time I grab them, his chest that splits into two crisp pairs of hard breasts. His abs... oh my God, his abs... I let my hand linger there, lazy, my index finger tracing the lines drawn by his pecs... I can only imagine what it will be like when my back is pressed against his chest and he's degrading my prostate with the macerated strokes of his cock in my ass, pulling my hair like a dirty bitch, forcing me to arch my back doggy style.
He wore a grin that was hard for me to see. But I could tell he was enjoying it, so I continued.
"Why do you decide to travel so many miles when you can just find a bar near where you live?"
"Out of habit, darling... Besides, the Raccoon is different..."
"True! I don't think there's any other place where the peoplehere have the chance to be so crazy!
"Yes, the people here... And I can check my thoughts, catch my breath, do my own introspection... it's like a random mental check-up for me. I like it long"
"Oh... not so long ago you liked it big... And now you like it long? Ouuh, I think I'm the ideal candidate, we're going to have so much fun tonight".
He gives me a crippling smile, and when my neurons catch on to his innuendo, he winks at me. The second of the evening...
I tap him on the chest again.
"You can be a real mood killer when you feel like it, you know."
"I think we were already in the mood or...?"
He redirected my hand that had left his chest on top of him, where it had been dozing, and guided it; letting me discover the parts of flesh I hadn't yet tamed with my caresses. He was quick to detail me, and I must admit that for a few seconds I felt like a fifteen-year-old on the verge of her first sexual encounter with her first boyfriend, insecure and too prudish and too aware... But he came back to check his eyes in mine, then he took my finger in his mouth, then another, then another, then another... And with my salivating fingers, he made them tremble over his chest, guided their blunt stroll over the preponderant extremities of his flesh, over his nipples, over his abdominal muscles... And then...
"LOOK OUT!"
As if after the finger snap that rescues from hypnotic haunts, his scream shakes my consciousness like a deafening, untimely alarm.... I quickly grab the steering wheel and swerve out of the way of the threat that would cost us our lives... And it was just a dog.
"I'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW PEOPLE LET THEIR DOGS ROAM STREET CORNERS LIKE COMMON RECYCLABLE TRASH... IF YOU CAN'T TAKE CARE OF THEM, DON'T TAKE THEM! SHIT!"
He had completely untucked his shirt, taken it off and thrown it somewhere in the car like an apostate. He stood with his torso completely naked, an intrusive and forbidden element. As if he was inviting and forbidding me at the same time... I don't think it's a good time to be gallivanting when you'vecome so close to an accident.
"Wh-what... what are you doing Anthony?"
He returned to take my free hand and guide it to a corner of his skin that the shadow of the night prevented me from seeing.
"Anthony, we're not... We're not going to do this now..."
I flinched slightly as my fingers brushed over a kind of lone lump; it was both more manageable and stiffer... like a clay nail that had dried. Ryan's face fleetingly intruded on my thoughts, but I pushed it away just as quickly; tonight, he wasn't the main character. It was big, though, his lump, it was thick... I could feel it invading his entire right shoulder and running halfway down his back.
"It's a scar."
"Oh...sorry.... But what's the cor-..."
"When I was younger, twelve, thirteen, I had a dog, Tommy. He was a beagle, rather frail and average, just like I was back then. But he was my best friend, my only friend... I lived at home with a father, if I can call him that... a bloodthirsty father, and I measure my words... he lets out a dark laugh... who liked to beat people till they were bleeding and my mother who didn't say anything because she was too afraid... It was another night of those, you know... Another night when he had again deprived me of food and chained me to the bed, a little vice of his, I think... It was Tommy who would wanderaround the corners of the house, often even to the neighbors, in the street, and brought me something to eat. I-I don't know... I don't know how he did it. We never trained him to do that... I guess he was the only one who had enough humanity where I lived. He was like a miracle, and I loved him, I told you he was my best friend... Until that night, when my father saw himbring me food and took him to his workshop, a kind of strange cave with a lot of sordid articles and materials.... I fought back, I swear I fought back to protect Tommy... I followed my father into his workshop, I'd pushed him around, I gave him a lot of repeated punches... But I was too skinny, and nothing helped... And-and Tommy tried to get in the way, and my dad did a chassé on me... And... There was his machine, a kind of mini chainsaw that was running, and his chassé had pushed me towards it, and he was going forward and forward... Then, when I should have been the one to go that day, Tommy got between me and the chainsaw and... he died... "
"Anthony... I-..."
"I swore I'd never be that fragile kid again in my entire life, hence my incredible transformation into the gorgeous guy I am today."
He begins to laugh, but I know that laugh. I've done it to Victory over and over again. I think it was the only thing that was enough for me to surrender to him tonight... Those sweet words, his sarcasm, his shitty humor, his warm kisses... Nothing could make me as horny as knowing that there was a story behind that pile of muscles and here I couldn't hold back any longer, I went up to him and kissed him.
***
"Wow!"
It was perhaps the thousandth exclamation of surprise he'd uttered since our arrival. He was confused, well, he should be... He hadn't expected to see an almost castle when I said house...
"Can I get you a drink?"
"Wow! You're... rich, rich! Like filthy rich!"
"A little..."
"Wait, you're worrying me... What do you do for a living... to have all this?"
I put down the glass in my hand and approached him with demonstrative, sure steps, filled with a strange warmth. Hissurprise had reinforced my appetite, and I wanted to do it now. I felt powerful, dominant, and I hadn't felt that kind of urge since... ever. This was different, just seeing him so stunned changed the dynamic of things, I was no longer the lamb to be protected, but the wolf to be subjugated to. No more useless conversations. Let's get on with what's taking us here.
"No, but tell me, really, how rich are you?"
"And you live here alone? In this huge hut?"
"Shuuut... We're not here for an interrogation. Shut up and kiss me."
He grabs me by the collar, a little more roughly, a little less lovingly. He grabs my neck and melts against my lips, depositing a trachea of blunt kisses. I quickly undress, there was nothing amorous about it, we were both trembling with desire. And that was the only source of our union. A timely, random fuck. While we were still kissing, I led him to my bedroom. We enter and without waiting, he slams me against the wall. Everything is black, and even more amusing, even more abnormal, the forbidden is at its peak. He pulls out my long hair and throws me on the bed, his lynx eyes easily finding the right spots even in the harshness of the darkness. He climbs on me, covers me with a shower of kisses, on my cheek, my neck, he goes down, he torpedoes my nipples with his tongue, he bites and kisses them, sucks on them....
His hands held my arms in suspension as he slowly devoured my flesh until he stopped in front of the girth of my dick and before he took me completely in his mouth, I pushed him off just to get the upper hand and give him the same treatment.
Unlike me, he wasn't completely naked, he still had his jeans on and when I pushed him, something collapsed on the floor. I quickly turned the light back on to see what it was... Just his wallet... with his ID card... where it said; First Name: Anthony, Middle Name: Mattew, Last Name: Reynaud, Gender: Male, Age: 19. And then it was like a sledgehammer dropped on my head. I'm about to sleep with a guy who's barely out of his teens. And I'm pushing him away with even more ferocity.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE FUCKING NINETEEN? ARE YOU CRAZY OR SOMETHING?"
"But who cares if I'm nineteen or twenty-five? All that matters is what we're going to do."
He comes back to me, ready to kiss me, but I push him away. He's crazy!
"I'm almost THIRTY IDIOT! How, how do you expect me to find that normal - that you're only nineteen?"
"You wanted to dominate, and now... well... you have... all the power possible."
He'd moved closer again, as if indifferent to my petulance, and pulled me back in, leaving a trail of kisses between his words.
"Anthony, I haven't... I've never done this before. I'm abusing you..."
"There's a first time for everything, baby... And who says you're abusing me? I find it very hot"
"I feel like a cougar woman, some kind of dirty old debauchee"
"And I think it's hot... Look, we both want the same thing, we just want to please each other. No relationship, no strings. Just empty our balls and go our separate ways... And... If I'm your asshole, then you're my cougar."
"Please, this is so corny..."
"Shuut"
This time we dispensed with casual foreplay... He'd dropped his jeans. We stood there, staring into each other's eyes, dressed as Adam and Eve, or rather Adam and Steve... I gave him the condom and he asked me to put it on. So I get down on my knees, then on all fours, crowned and dominated by his huge penis. I grab it with my hand, sniff it, leave a kiss on it... With a flick of my wrist, I tore the wrapping and put the condom on him, pouring the oil that was a few seconds away from my legs all along his length. I take him in my hands and masturbate him. I hear him moan, feel him arch his back. I release one hand and begin to knead my hole, relaxing, preparing myself to receive him in this uncharted territory for months.
I stand up and turn around, my right hand supporting me against the wall and my left hand trying to position his penis properly against my entrance. I knowingly slide it between my buttocks without giving him the final relief he seeks. And then I run mad. I'd placed us against the mirror to enjoy the forbidden, to watch me moan with pleasure, to see him go for it, in and out of my hole... But just as I'm about to give him what we both so desperately want, I see him... Ryan.
"Please don't do this to me!"
I would have liked to rebel against Anthony, to push him away, to regain control of my desire, but I had already led him on too much to stop now.
"Please don't do this to me."
Anthony thrust into me, thrusting back and forth. I was writhing in pleasure but I could see Ryan staring at me, vulnerable and I was helpless, I couldn't stop the wave of heat pulsing through me.
"Please don't do this to me."
I expressed no remorse, at least not on Ryan's behalf. I'm sure it's the illusion of my imagination, the projection of my grief. What I see now wasn't real. Ryan is dead and now Anthony is fucking me.
"Please don't do this to me."
Anthony lowered me into a doggy style position, I screamed in pleasure, I screamed in desire and pain, he'd clamped both arms around my neck forcing me to arch my back, he looked me straight in the eye as he pushed his cock deeper, slower, harder. Only the slap of his skin against mine, my overwhelming screams and his ragged breathing filled the room, my room, our room.
"Please don't do this to me."
But suddenly it was like a flash, a bad vision, as if this wasn't the first time I'd been dominated by another man, not Ryan, in the same room. As if I'd eaten the forbidden apple, even when Ryan was still alive. I don't remember anything, but the deeper Anthony digs into me, the more vivid it seems. And the feeling that I have already given myself to another man than Ryan, while he was still alive, scares me much more than this Ryan begging me in this mirror.
One more stroke, one more, two, three...
"Arrrrghhhh! THAT WAS SO GOOD, MASON!"
"First thing in the morning, get your things and leave quickly. I don't want my children to see you leave."
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