Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2004 21:13:04 -0800 (PST) From: Matthew Lake <matthew_lake@yahoo.com> Subject: queer-for-your-cock Hello there. This is just a short. Started IMing with a guy and we had some nice hot chat, and as we were signing off, he instructed me write him an email with my nastiest thoughts proving how queer I was for his cock, which, of course, I did. This 10 paragraph vignette was the result. Please send comments to matthew_lake@yahoo.com or AIM me at matthewlake309. * * * * * Queer For Your Cock Your instruction tonight is for me to share my nastiest thoughts proving how queer i am for your cock. Even with my eyes closed, blindfolded and tied to the bed, i can sense your cock as it comes close to me. The smell of you is heat and sweat and musk and a spicy something else that's indescribable. it is the essence of you. Close up and bare you are pungent to the point of overwhelming for this fag cocksucker. My mouth begins to water at my first whiff. As your smell pervades my senses, i feel almost high, my head leans toward the scent, trying to get more, the pureness of the source. i want to bury my face in your skin, to gather your funk on my face. My tongue snakes from my mouth, although i know this is forbidden. Sir will give me his cock when he is ready. My faggot weakness is of no interest to you. The first thing i love about your cock is the smell of it. After you put me back in my place, usually with a hard slap across my faggot face, you draw even closer. Your smell becomes my universe, my skin burns from your heat. i feel you, beating my face with the head of your club. First on my cheek, across my nose to the other. On my eyelids, my forehead. You cockwhip me mercilously. Your pre-cum splatters from your thick dick head trailing from the site of one slap to another. Your powerful cock leaves a trail of pre and splotches marking me as your cock bitch. i feel your hairy balls brush up against my chin as you lean forward to batter my forehead. And then you stop. i can still smell you, hear you breathing above me, the heat of your cock and crotch. The second thing i love about your cock is the firmness of it. And then i feel you rest the very tip of your cock against my lower lip. A shudder runs through me as i fight every urge of my body to lean forward or snake my tongue. i can't help but part my lips. i can feel your pulse through this electric connection between us. i feel your hand on my head as you hold it steady. You push the head of your cock between my lips, into the hot warmth of my mouth. My tongue immediately surveys the steel silk of your cockhead. i taste the precum that drips from your slit and the acrid taste of your last piss. The piss taste is strong for a moment in my mouth, and my cock throbs as hard as it ever has. You tell me to tease your slit, to work the cock snot out of the alter of my worship. i dig my tongue into the slit, ravishing it like you have ravished my hole. You moan above me, and i feel a small gush of pre-cum on my tongue, its tangy sweetness is heaven. i only have a moment to savor your taste before you begin pushing further, insistently into my mouth, and i am licking at your shaft, tilting my head to take more of you, to take all of you. The third thing i love about your cock is the taste of it. i've never been hotter as you pull the blindfold off me. i blink into focus to see your pubes and happy trail rushing towards my eyes, propelling your cock in and out of me. i suction your shaft as i look up to your eyes, and they lock with mine as you take your pleasure from my mouth. You moan and your head falls back before you withdraw from my mouth pussy completely. You begin to jack your cock and demand that i service your hairy nutsack. My tongue plays over your taught skin, drawing your balls back down away from your body. My eyes play over your cock, tracing the thick veins that run from root to head, the loose skin of your cut cock, the circumcision scar and the crown of your cockhead. The fourth thing i love about your cock is the look of it. You raise your leg to the bed and push me beneath you. i push my face to your dark crack as my hands find your firm ass cheeks. i knead the flesh in my hands as i part your hairs with my tongue to find your hole. Licking up and down your crack, i nip at each cheek, digging in with my teeth before i hear your harsh admonition and the sharp sting of your fist on the side of my head. Your smell is intensified here in your darkness, and i drill the depths of you with my tongue, you moan above me, your thighs aquiver. You hold the back of my head as you mash your ass into my face so tightly i can't breathe. Your asshole clenches around my tongue, holding me inside you as i begin to think i'm going to pass out. You release me and i fall to the ground gasping for air, missing the feel of your melon cheeks in my hands, your crack on my face. The fifth thing i love about your cock is the engine of your fuck. Your knees part my thighs before i have reclaimed my breath. i look up at your firm chest as you push my thighs to my pecs and line your cock up with my asshole. i grip the shitty shag rug of your floor and wait for you to press into me mercilessly. i whisper no, but you can see my eyes begging for your fuck. You put it to me hard, burying yourself halfway into my ass as i suck air hard, the wind knocked out of me. You don't wait for me to adjust before inching out slightly and jamming in further. My hole spasms around you, and my head slams to the floor again and again, the pain, the fullness i feel is incredible. The pressure on my anal band is intense. i know i can't take it; i know i will take it. The sixth thing i love about your cock is its thickness. You are buried in my ass balls deep. You grind yourself into me and i whimper beneath you, feeling your bush crush my nuts. You twist my nipple cruelly, adding to overwhelming sensations flooding my mind. You pull out slowly as my ass clenches to hold you in me, and then corkscrew in fast, slamming your head and then inch after inch of your shaft against my prostrate. i lose it. i scream, tears running down my face, pre-jizz oozing from my cock in a stream, puddling in my naval. You do the same again as you dip a finger into my cock drool and spread it across my lips. Another thrust, and this time, two fingers coated with my own juice find my tongue, and i'm sucking your fingers hard, like they were an extension of your cock. You bury yourself in me to the hilt and i have never felt fuller. The seventh thing i love about your cock is its length. You begin to slam my ass hard, full, long strokes in and out of me. Your hips piston, your engine steaming. My thighs are jammed to my chest as you lean fully on me, pumping hard into me. My breaths are shallow as my compressed chest bears the weight of both of us. Our hearts beat together as you ravage my hole. Without even touching myself, your cock drilling into me and my sensory overload cause my cock to spasm, my hole clamps down hard on your thick invader and i shoot my load between us. The eighth thing i love about your cock is its power. i hear you start to come from the rumble building deep inside your chest. Your cock becomes like steel in my ass and i sense that i can feel your first shot travel its length before coating my insides. You pull from my ass and your second shot arcs across my body and lands squarely on my chin. You pull my head up fast, pumping your cock with your other hand and aim squarely at my face, as your third, fourth and fifth shots land on my forehead, my cheek and across my lips. The next few shots cover my neck and abs. The bleachy scent of your cum washes over me, and i lick as much as my tongue can gather from my face. You pull me to my knees as you squat in front of me your fingers gather the trails of cum from my body and i eagerly lick them up as i kneel before you. Your load is salty and ripe, manly and intoxicating. it clings to my lips, my tongue, my throat. i can feel it leaking from my hole, moistening my crack. You stand and present your softening cock. i take it in my mouth, and clean the vestiges of your load and my ass from your tool, your balls and your bush. As i clean you, you look through my eyes into my cocksucking soul. The ninth thing i love about your cock is its load. My hands rest to each side of your cock on your lower abdomen, your upper thighs. i hold your soft dick in my mouth. i feel you relax your muscles, and i know what is coming. i close my eyes and tilt my head back. i feel the first warm drops of your piss hit my tongue. it is rather mild, an indication that you are well hydrated. After half a minute, and three or four gulps you are done. You shake the last few drops onto my tongue, banging the head of your cock against my lips before pulling out completely. As i kneel before you and look up at your tool i thank the fates for bringing us together. The tenth thing i love about your cock is your control. * * * * * Please let me know what you think at matthew_lake@yahoo.com or AOL IM me at matthewlake309. It's really motivating to get an email, even if it's just a couple of lines-especially motivating if it's a hot pic. I respond to every email. You can find other stories I've written in the prolific authors section of the nifty archive. Thanks again for reading!