Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 19:56:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Lake <matthew_lake@yahoo.com>
Subject: intolerable-cruelty-8

Hello there.  Thanks for tuning in again...  I hope that readers continue
to enjoy these characters and the direction of the story.  If you have
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Previously, in Intolerable Cruelty...

"I'm so fucking horny, Lake.  I need to nut, and I need it soon," he said
with a groan, as he held his cock deeply inside me for a moment before
continuing.  "Hurry up and make me cum."  I looked up to him to capture his
eyes for a moment as I tongued his glans, "I'll know if you're trying to
draw it out."  Jamie's attitude, his urgency, his need reminded me more of
my interactions with Anthony, and for a moment I was sucking his
step-brother's cock.  My heart raced and my cock pulsed at the thought.  I
barely escaped losing my load on the sheets.  I began to lick and suck in
earnest.

His smile faded as first his eyes rolled back followed by his head.  I used
my hands on his nuts and abs, then began to work his nipples as I gave him
everything I could.  His body must have been swarming with sensations as he
fell over the edge, a loud, long moan accompanying shot after copious shot
of his semen.  I was swallowing my third mouthful of his jizz when I heard
the phone next door ring quietly and wondered just how much of our activity
was apparent to our neighbors.

* * * * *

My hand was still resting on Jamie's abs just below his pecs, and I could
feel his heartbeat slowing as he resumed breathing normally.  My head made
a pillow of his thigh, my field of vision consumed by his saliva-sticky,
still plumped up cock as it deflated with every rhythmic thump under my
palm.  I could feel his hand gently playing with my hair as it traced lazy
circles on my scalp.  The taste of semen remained strong in my mouth and it
was as if, for a moment, time slowed as I took stock of every dark, curly
pubic hair that sprouted from Jamie's thick bush or the base of his cock or
his furry ballsack as it slowly relaxed by degrees, harsh ridges again
taking the shape of smooth skin.  In that moment, I was perfectly content.

I snapped out of it when I heard Jamie speak.  "You love my dick, don't
you, dude?"

My gaze tracked upwards to Jamie's bright eyes and a look of satisfaction.
I said it quietly, "Of course I love your dick."  And in my mind I added,
"but more than that, I love you and I want to be yours and want you to be
mine, only mine."  I was sure if he looked deeply enough into my eyes, he
would see what was unspoken.

"You've got beautiful eyes, Lake."  His voice was tender.  "And a magical
mouth."  His hand found my chin and he pulled my head up as he sat up at
the same time.  And his lips met mine in a kiss.  My eyes closed as I felt
his tongue flutter against my lips, and I opened my mouth just a bit.  My
tongue extended just to tap his before I pulled it back and waited for his
to make chase, which it did immediately.  My hands found his shoulders as I
ended up kneeling between his spread legs, feeling him invade me, penetrate
me once more.  I wondered if could taste his own semen in my mouth, and
then I was tentatively tracing the line of his teeth with my own tongue.
It felt like we kissed for hours before coming up for air, his hand resting
on my neck and back.

When we finally did pull apart, I was almost breathless, and completely
unprepared to feel his fingers wriggling around my ribs and under my arms,
initiating gales of laughter as he wrestled me around, using his power and
his strength and his body to maneuver us both under the covers.  If I
fought back at all, it was an unsuccessful attempt to tickle him back.  As
it was, I ended up just where I wanted to be, which was curled up with
Jamie pressed against my back, arms wrapped around me, feeling his breath
on my neck.  He extended his arm to grab the remote, and the TV clicked on
to The Daily Show.  Still in a playful mood, we laughed at the headlines
and a feature from Samantha Bee as Jamie's left hand slowly traced back and
forth along my clavicle, and his right intertwined with mine.

We talked about nothing, mostly.  Jamie shared a little anxiety about his
events the next day, and wondered aloud if he was showing the sort of
maturity and team leadership that would earn him a place as captain on the
football team in the upcoming season, a decision in which Coach Rutland
would play a major role.  I wanted to tell him about what had transpired
with Mark, and my own doubts about his sincerity, my fears that I was being
set up.  But given the very tentative peace that had been established
between them at the pool, I decided to keep quiet about it.  The heat from
Jamie's body was comforting and relaxing at the same time.  As he talked
and I listened, his hand drifted away from mine and he traced the lines of
my chest, and then across the smooth skin of my outer thigh, gently playing
across my abs and tummy.  His lips found my neck and my ear between
sentences, punctuating his speech with kisses and nuzzles.  This was a side
of Jamie that I rarely saw, and his teasing was enough to remind me that I
was still hard from having sucked him off and only getting more turned on
by the moment.

As his hand tracked down my abs, brushing my pubes, I tried to hide my
hardness by grinding my hips back, only to find Jamie press his own renewed
shaft fully into my crack, giving a gentle thrust forward.  His hand traced
the front of my thigh and came at my balls from below, gently teasing and
tickling my smooth orbs and making me squirm against him.  But like a
skilled cowboy, he remained tightly mounted, my firm mounds sliding across
the skin of his cock and causing him to moan.  His hand encircled my
hardness, and he gave me a few pumps before using two fingers to collect
the pre that was now trickling out of my cock and rub it around the head of
my cut shaft.  He brought those two fingers to my mouth and wiped them on
my bottom lip first, before venturing inside to clean them on my tongue.  I
tasted myself on his skin as his own hips twisted against me, once, twice,
humping up against me.

He returned his hand to my shaft, and as I drew imminently closer to
eruption, I realized that I had to find a way to comply with Anthony's
mandates.  It was impractical to toss a pair of Anthony's dirty undies over
my face while Jamie continued to jack me, though the absurdity of that
image did almost make me laugh, overwhelming me with even more confusing
emotion as my body raced with sensory input.  My alternative was to
introduce Jamie to the concept of rimming and get my tongue in his ass long
enough to unload my swollen balls.  I wasn't sure if or how Jamie would
react to the sexualization of his ass, especially since my desire to
perform this most degrading of acts was driven entirely by my own need for
release.  I was terrified that he would view the tonguing of an asshole as
disgusting, and, by extension, would see me as disgusting, too.  Or worse,
that he would think I was somehow impugning his masculinity by pleasuring
his hole, a defining pleasure center of those most queer.  Anthony had
shown me that the straightest of men could get off on asslicking, but I
wasn't sure if Anthony was aroused by the base perversion of dominating
another male to that extreme or if the ass provided sensory response
equivalent to the heights of arousal he had exhibited.

Confused and conflicted, I twisted towards Jamie in the nick of time, as
his jacking stopped and I was able to back off from the edge of orgasm.
"You are so fucking, hot, Jamie."  He smiled and then laughed.  Then he
planted a kiss on my forehead.  It was all I could do to hold back the cum
that burned in my balls.  "I want to cum with you inside me."  He just held
my gaze as I continued, my mind clouded, my speech halting.  "In my mouth."
Another pause.  "Us at the same time."  My hands found his hips and I
started to pull him, to guide him up.  "Sit on my chest and let me suck
you."

One hand continued on his hip, my other found his hard shaft.  He planted
his knees on either side of my head and I reached out my tongue to lick the
underside of his cockhead.  It was slick with pre and I knew he must be
pretty aroused.  I hoped that his own arousal would insulate him from some
of the potential worst-case scenarios that were running through my head.
He settled the head between my lips and rocked back and forth a little,
pushing my hair to the side out of my eyes and smiling down at me as his
helmet brushed against the roof of my mouth.

I kept my hands off my dick, knowing that even a strong wind might send me
over the edge.  Instead, I explored Jamie's firm hips, his thighs and his
lower back as it arced out into tensed white mounds of power.  Jamie leaned
forward a bit, and his thrusting became more vigorous.  I wasn't in a good
position to throat him, but I was taking respectable inches and lavishing
them with tongue and attention.  I sensed that he was getting closer, and
so I twisted my head up and to the side and his cock popped out, flopping
across my face like a slimy fish on the deck of a ship.  Jamie was
unprepared for the maneuver and continued his power thrusting as my tongue
and lips found his testes.  He sat back upright and his hand found his
cock.  He jacked it a few times, quickly, making his balls dance above my
lips as I worked to gently wash them with my tongue.

"Be my ballwasher, Lake."  He always seemed to be more vocal when highly
charged.  "Lick my fucking sack.  Hell yea."  And then I saw a smirk cross
his face and my own cock leapt.  For a moment, I hoped his most dominant
side might seize control, and that he might initiate what I was terrified
to do myself.  "Open your mouth."  Although his own hand slapping back and
forth on his wet meat was just above me, I could see beyond them into
mischievous eyes.  My lips parted and I opened wide.  "I'm gonna teabag
you, bitch," and he dropped his whole sack right into my mouth.  It filled
me up completely, and I applied some gentle suction and tongue action to
the hairy sack inside me.  This seemed to really turn him on, and as I
sucked and licked, my hands stroked his sides down to his thighs and back,
tracing that path as he sat over my face.  Hearing him call me "bitch" as
he took charge of his pleasure made my own cock throb again, and I knew I
was coming in moments whether I liked it or not, whether I was ready or
not.

Jamie was jacking faster, kind of grinding himself on my face, and his
balls were drawing up tighter, vacating my mouth some.  I knew it was now
or never, and so I gave them one last swirl of tongue before using my hands
to hold Jamie by the hips and shift him forward a couple of inches.  At the
same time, I tilted my head back.  His balls slid across my features and I
painted his 'tween with spit as my jaw locked between his cheeks.  I pulled
his hips down hard and I began to lick and suck like a maniac.  I could
hear Jamie reacting above me, his hips pivoting and rotating.  I wasn't
sure if he was trying to get away or not, honestly.  But I could feel the
little hairs around his hole track across my lips and tongue and it seemed
like electricity was flowing from my body into his.  My hips started to
buck and I shot hard, still holding him down to my face, my tongue working
into him ever more deeply with passion and energy.  My groans of pleasure
were muted between Jamie's thighs, and my hands slipped away from his hips
as my body shook and spasmed.

Jamie's ass slid down my body and I looked up into unreadable features as
Jamie pulled my head up roughly by my hair.  I had just a moment to close
my eyes before I felt the first shot of semen hit my forehead and pool in
the well of my left eye.  Blast after blast followed to my cheeks and nose,
my chin and neck as I heard him say "Take my fucking load, you asslicking
fag," and "gonna slime you like you'll never forget," and "holy fuck, holy
fuck, holy fuck."  His semen mixed with the saliva and ass juice that
already coated my face.

I couldn't fully determine his reaction as his orgasm was as intense as I
had ever seen, but conflicted with the tone of what he had said as cum
poured out of him.  I began to worry again as he caught his breath for a
moment, and then more as I felt his weight lift off me.  I couldn't open my
eyes because they were entirely covered in spooge, and I had no idea what
was coming next.  A kick to the gut?  A punch in the face?  I braced myself
for the worst.  And then a few moments passed, and then a few more.  I
heard the sink running.  And then Jamie's weight on the bed again, and then
a wet washcloth gently rubbing over my eyes, then my forehead.  My eyes
opened to a smirking Jamie, and my hand moved up to grab the rag and finish
cleaning my features of cum and spit and whatever else.

"Dude."  He kind of waited for me to finish cleaning his jizz off my face.
"What the fuck was that?  I mean, I can tell you didn't just slip.  You
were totally face deep in my asshole before I knew what hit me and holy
shit, it was awesome."  He drew out the word 'awesome' and his eyes lit up.
"I mean, you've given me good head for a long time, but that was
motherfuckin' great, Lake.  Where'd you learn that shit?"  He looked at me,
almost a little bashfully, "It was amazing, and I'd kiss you dude, but you
still have my cream all over your face."  He laughed at that, and I laughed
too, as tension and fear drained from my body.  I hopped up and ran to the
sink, checking myself out in the mirror above.  He was right.  I rinsed the
rag out and gave my face another cleaning.

"You liked it then?"  I reached down to clean my own orgasm off my belly,
but there was nothing there.  I looked at Jamie.  "I know I came, but
where?"

He laughed.  "All over my fucking back, dude.  You think I covered your
face?  Well you have no idea.  I had to use that bath towel to wash off,"
he waved towards a towel on the floor.  I grinned, left the washrag on the
counter and jumped back into the bed.

"It was fucking hot, dude, and I couldn't believe you were doing it.  That
you were putting your mouth on my shithole and licking me, and, like almost
tongue-fucking me, dude."  He shook his head.  "I mean it's some freaky
deaky stuff.  I can't imagine anyone would ever fucking do that, but at the
same time it felt so good."

"I had kind of read about it online," I lied, "and, at first, it sounded
gross, but then, tonight, I just thought about it and it turned me on and
so I just, well, I just did it.  I didn't even really think about it.  It
just happened."  I hoped he couldn't tell that every word was a lie.  The
plan was pre-meditated, the act was practiced, the deed was a necessity of
my own orgasm, and the teacher was his own stepbrother.  He pulled me into
him, and I rested, my back against his chest.  We settled down a little,
snuggling into the covers, the TV a soft hum, and I fell into a guilty
sleep with one of Jamie's arms across my abs and his other across my
shoulders.

* * * * *

I was curled naked in a ball, terrified, my eyes squeezed tightly closed.
I could hear another approaching, loud footfalls pounding through my
eardrums, "thump, thump, thump, thump."  I was hot, my arms bound to my
chest waiting for it, but I didn't know what it was, "thump, thump, thump,"
louder, "thump," closer, "thump."  I woke with a start, my eyes opening to
semi-darkness, my senses on high alert.  The rhythmic thumping continued,
near my head.

"Shhhh," I heard Jamie behind me now.  He was still pressed up against me;
it was his arm holding mine to my chest.  He laughed softly.  "They're
fucking."

"What?"  I whispered, following his instructions, turning my head towards
him.  His mouth was right by my ear.

"Rutland and that girl.  Whatever her name is. . ."

"Rebecca," I interrupted.

"Yeah, whatever," he continued.  "They're fucking.  You can hear the
headboard."

In that moment, a moan, a woman's moan, faintly settled over us like ether.
Jamie's hips against me were gently matching the rhythm of the pounding.
Slow and steady.  Thump.  Thump.  Thump.

"She's hot, dude."  Jamie was whispering again.  I could feel his cockhead
poking into my back.  "Did you see her tits?  Massive."  He moved his arm
from my chest and reached behind him, his hips still matching the banging
next door.  I saw the red glow of the clock for the first time.  7:07 AM.
"Take this."  Jamie put a small plastic tube in my hand.  "Squeeze some out
into my hand, dude."

It was still dark enough that I couldn't quite read the label.  "What is
it?" I asked him.

"Lotion," he explained.  "It was in the bathroom.  Squeeze some out."  He
held out his hand, and I uncapped the tube, making a whitish mound on his
fingers.  I felt him reach down between us, and then I felt his hand
searching my cheeks.  He found my crack and began to run his slick hand
between my cheeks, deeper into my crack, grazing my hole, causing me to
jump a little, arching my back.  "Spread your legs."  I felt him tap my
thigh from the inside.  I lifted it slightly, and I felt him spreading the
creamy lotion around my hole and the tops of my thighs, even grazing my
nuts with his fingertips.  I began to panic as he tapped my outer thigh
indicating I should close my legs.  As I did so, I could feel his slick
hardness between them.  He ground hard into me, again matching the thumping
next door.

"Oh god, Jamie," I called out, more loudly than I intended.  I softened my
voice, trying to erase my fear, "are you going to fuck me?"  I wasn't
ready.  I wasn't prepared physically or emotionally.  Jamie was still
thrusting his cock between my thighs, the top of the base occasionally
grinding against my sensitive hole making me whimper.

Almost on cue, I heard louder whimpers from next door, then groans getting
even louder.  And then a man's voice, Coach Rutland's voice.  "Take that
cock.  Take all my inches, baby.  Let me hear you."

"Oh god, so good, fuck me," she responded before her speech became
unintelligible.  Hearing the Coach, even faintly, saying those things made
me arch my back and grind hard into Jamie.  For a moment, it was as if I
was being humped by Rutland's hard, hairy body.  The same body I had
witnessed in his office shower.  The same thick cock that spewed ropes of
cum across the tile and into the drain that day.

"Do you want me to fuck you," it was Jamie this time, but I was answering
the Coach, swept up by my lust for the hunky teacher.

"I want you inside me," I was panting now, and Jamie's hand, still slick
with lotion, found my cock.  He started to give me a reach around.  "I want
to be fucked by you."  I imagined myself as Rebecca.  I was face-to-face
with Rutland, feeling the contact of his skin as he ground his hips into
me, pounding my vagina with his powerful cock.  My nails scratched across
his back, and my lips found his, my tongue pushing into his mouth, begging
him to consume me.  I could feel his sweat dripping down onto me.  I licked
salt from the valley between his pecs, and my hands curled in the hairs of
his chest, kneading the skin, and then tracing down his body finding his
firm, hairy asscheeks, pulling him into me, my hips meeting his thrusts,
begging to be filled.  My teeth found his shoulder and I bit down gently,
then harder.

"Hey!" I heard Jamie, distressed, and realized that his forearm was between
my teeth.  I let up immediately, coming back to myself, and noting the
scratch marks on the same arm.  I rubbed gently across the marks I had made
and concentrated on the pounding coming from behind me.

"Fuck me harder," cried the woman.  It sounded like me yelling in my head.

"Yes, fuck me harder," I reached back to pull Jamie's hip into me as I
pushed back.  My own movement slid my cock through Jamie's hand as he held
it steady.

"I want to feel my cock inside you, Lake," he was licking my ear.  Sucking
my earlobe now.  "I want to penetrate you, and take your cherry."  She and
I whimpered in unison and I wondered what Rutland was whispering in her
ear.  "I want to feel our bodies become united, become one.  And I want to
do it on Prom night.  I want to fuck you and fully make you mine that
night.  Can you wait that long?  Will you save your ass for my cock?"

"I'm cumming.  I'm shooting," Rutland announced, following it with several
grunts.

"I want it inside me.  Please," I begged Rutland for his load.  "Please
make me yours now," whispering this time to Jamie, but it was too late.  I
could feel him shaking as his orgasm was upon us, and then his semen was
painting the back of my balls, firing shots that lubed the space between my
legs.  I drew my thighs as tightly closed as I could, and smiled when I
heard Jamie moaning, and Rutland moaning, and the woman moaning, all at the
same time.

Jamie rolled onto his back, his cock vacating the crevice I had made for
it.  It flopped against his thigh, streaked with cum and white lotion.  He
sat up and pointed to the tube on the bed next to me.  "Finish yourself
off, dude, we gotta be out of here by eight."  I looked at the clock again
and noticed we had scarcely twenty-five minutes to get ready, packed and to
the lobby.  "I'll start the shower."

He bounded into the bathroom and I realized I couldn't come without
Anthony's briefs.  The water started running in the bathroom, and I could
hear the sound of a toothbrush scrubbing teeth.  I hopped up to search my
bag, only to find I had neglected to bring Anthony's ripe pair with me.  I
wondered if a pair of Jamie's dirty drawers would be a reasonable
substitute, but I knew the answer before I asked the question.  I willed
away my hardon, thinking of my grandma or tinky winky or anything else
entirely non-sexual.  My dick had reduced to a half-chub in a short time,
and I realized I couldn't sit down on the bed or chair to wait longer with
lotion all over my ass, so I followed Jamie into the bathroom.

The shower was running, steam rising above the curtain.  Jamie was standing
before the mirror, drawing a razor over the stubble on his chin.  He turned
to flash me a smile.  "Gotta look my best for the meet, right?!"  He made a
few final strokes and drained the water.  "You finished off fast, dude," he
said moving towards the stool.

"Well, you're a really hot man," I said honestly.  "It makes it easier."  I
was openly casting my gaze across the terrain of Jamie's amazing body.  I
knew I would never tire of the view.  He stood with one hand on his hips,
and the other holding his penis in the direction of the bowl.  I fixated on
the stream of dark urine as it left his meaty cockhead, gravity pulling it
down into the clear pool, and I felt my mouth begin to water.  I swallowed
and wondered what his stream would taste like, whether it would taste the
same as Anthony's.  Even as the thought crossed my mind, I banished it,
wondering how fucked up I must be to have willingly initiated licking
Jamie's dirty asshole last night so that I could cum, and now wondering
about the taste of his urine.  Let alone imagining how it compared to his
stepbrother's.  It was beyond horrific, and it was who I had become.

"Wanna hold it for me?" Jamie asked, laughing, arcing his stream around the
bowl, and calling attention to my fixation.

"Zip it or you'll *need* someone to hold it," I mock threatened, smiling
and matching his amused tone.

"Well," he answered lightly.  "You never know what might happen.  Before
last night, I never imagined you might want to floss your teeth with my ass
hair, who knows if you might want to gargle with my piss?"  He chuckled at
what he saw as ironic wit never knowing just how close he was to the truth
of my life.

I laughed it off and picked up my toothbrush, peripherally watching him
finish up.  "I think I'll use my toothbrush this morning, thank you very
much."  He drew back the curtain and stepped into the hot water.

"Well you better hurry up, before it gets cold.  It feels so good," he
taunted.

"Feel this," I said, and flushed the toilet.

The momentary flash of cold water had him yelling "Motherfucker," and
before I knew it, his wet arm was pulling me into the shower with him.

* * * * *

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