Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2015 04:47:17 -0600
From: Oowatanabe . <ohwantanabe@gmail.com>
Subject: Fuck or Flight Ch. 2

Don't read this if you aren't of legal age to view this where you live. It
contains sexually explicit material. All names, places, and events are
entirely fictional, and any similarities to real-life events are entirely
coincidental.

Rights to this story lie exclusively with Nifty and myself. If you wish to
reproduce it in part or in whole, contact me. Do not reproduce otherwise.

Finally flushed another one out. I do appreciate all your fan mail, try to
be gentlemen though. Who am I kidding, I've never wanted one of those.

* * *

I nervously paced my room, the anticipation was killing me. It had been a
couple weeks since the party, I wondered if I'd hear from him again, but I
had, just yesterday.


Seems like I'd gone over that night dozens of times. It's not like I'm a
stranger to that kind of thing, but things stayed with me, nagged at me. I
should really stop trying to wring out meaning out of every situation; the
truth is, all that happened is that I ran into a handsome guy while we were
both a bit intoxicated and he got a little rough.


And he'll be at my door in 15 minutes.


* * *


Maybe I should leave, I thought to myself. All my alarm bells were ringing,
but here I was, feet glued to the ground, kissing, or rather, being kissed,
by a guy I just met who within a few minutes of meeting me had already got
me pegged.


Every so often he'd break away, pull back, the cold air steaming his breath
and look at me. It was scary to be looked at like that, like someone has
your number, knows you and knows things about you you haven't even shared.


"So I'll be out of town for a little while, give me your number," he told
me.


"Uhh," I replied weakly," I don't have a cell phone."


"Then give me your home phone, princess," he said into my ear as he bent
over and nibbled my neck," Or are you afraid I'll tip off mommy and daddy?
Don't worry, they already know."


"That got disconnected," I admitted sheepishly.


He sighed," Listen. You're a good cocksucker and cute as all get out, and I
think we could have a lot of fun, but I don't like games. If you don't want
to see each other again, just say so."


I had to think about it for a few seconds. I didn't know what I'd be
getting into, but I knew I'd regret it if I didn't at least hook up with
this guy once more.


"No.  I'm sorry," I sputtered," I really don't have a phone, honest. I have
email, if you wanted to plan ahead..."


I wrote down and gave him my email, and after a bit more making out, my
address too. I was so turned on. His hands felt me up and down, squeezed
and dug into me.


"I still don't know your name," I dared, hoping it wasn't a sensitive issue
and he was just being difficult.


"Hah," he guffawed," I just wanted you to suck my dick without knowing my
name. Best for a first time."


Difficult it was. "What is it then," I persisted as he kissed me.


"Alejandro," He purred into my open mouth, his hand roving the small of my
back, lifting up my shirt," but Alex fits better on a tramp stamp."


"That isn't likely to happen," I said in serious understatement," So are
you mexican?"


He snorted and pushed his hands down the back of my pants, squeezing my
butt," Latino, you piece of white trash. And only half. What shallow end of
the European gene pool are your folks from?"


"I...don't know...mainly irish and...ahh," I breathed heavily and gasped as
he brought his thumbs together at my hole, rubbing and rasping up and down.


"That shut you up, you little slut," he then reached around the front to my
aching cock," you shave up here too. What a little faggot."


I didn't bother to reply, I was too busy keeping my knees from collapsing.
I hung my arms over his shoulders to stay upright.


He wasn't very good, or more likely he wasn't trying to be, in the front.
He would pinch my head between his fingers or even almost make me bowl over
when he flicked my balls. On my ass, however, he was amazing. He circled
and pressured and teased, sometimes bringing his fingers under to pull up
at my prostate as his thumb worked my button. He didn't go in, but I was in
heaven, I involuntarily started thrusting into his rough ministrations on
my cock.


I looked up and he bit my lips and his brown eyes glowed with intensity.
Moans escaped my lips as I fell nearly limp against his chest.


I was nearly to the edge until finally...he stopped. The bastard pulled
both hands out of my underwear and grabbed the back of my neck and seemed
to draw any chance of an orgasm (by his hand anyway), out of me with
another savage kiss.


I couldn't help but pout, I was flushed and sore and had been so close to
release.


"Cheer up C.J.," He grinned," It'll only be a few weeks longer."