Date: Fri, 23 Aug 2002 04:57:18 -0400 From: jxol jxol <hjxol@hotmail.com> Subject: Story of a top: part 1 What follows is pornographic.... After the my intro it is part 1.... Feed back so far has been very positive, so I will continue the charade of being a writer. Genuine feedback (positive or negative) is welcomed. Jackass flaming will be ignored. I want to thank all of you who wrote to encourage me, and to tell me that my grammar could do with some improvement. Hopefully this episode will show some improvement on that front. This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk. This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fuck man, Who am I? Poor Jake.... dumb fuck thinks he wants me. Thinks I want him. I hit him. It was too hard. He was naked on his knees in front of me. He made a surly comment. I gave him the back of my hand so hard it threw him off balance. He fell over onto the floor. Blood dripped from his lip. Rage exploded onto his face. I knew I had betrayed him. His heart told him to pick up his clothes and get the fuck away from me. I frightened him. I was sorry I hit him so hard. I tried to make my eyes tell him so. We stared at each other for a long moment looking for truth...then he bolted. Contrary to popular belief, eyes don't necessarily speak the truth. I locked the door. Locked myself in with my failure. He was so fucking beautiful kneeling in front of me. So ripe. Every nerve ending electrified, wanting something he can't conceive of. So shoot me.... I did it wrong! ----------- "Hey Mikey, pig boy.... I wanna pimp for you tonite". Whores aren't afraid of me. "Cool," he said, " We gonna go to a mean bar or a vanilla bar or maybe a chocolate bar" "Drink my bath water Mikey... and get over here" Mikey arrived fit to be tied. He had on jeans with the ass seam split open. No underwear. A tee shirt ten sizes too small, ripped at the tits, wafting a disgusting perfume scent. What a silly faggot. I wanted to hit him like I hit Jake. He would scream bloody murder at the same backhanded slap... yet a wicked belting would make him beg for more..... thats the way his balls are. "Mikey boy" , I said calmly, "Take off your clothes" He peeled... Stood in front of me naked and uneasy. I've sold him but never fucked him. He doesn't know what to make of this. "Stupid fucking twat cumdump," I think. "You don't want me! Do you?" You want to bend over and take the 2nd Division and then take the invading Roman legions, and then the Mongol hords, until sperm drools down your thighs, squishes out of your hole and puddles around your feet. Tough, I'm still gonna fuck you. I know you aint satisfied. You aint cum yet. I grind my hips, pushing my dickhead into your prostate. "Dream about gallons of warm sperm. Dream about being spread open till you scream!" "Watch yourself in the mirror Mikey boy - watch yourself getting fucked. " Our eyes meet in the mirror. When he sees me, I feel his hole relax, open up, back up, wanting my cum in his gut. I give it to him, in spades. We go out. I sell Mikey and take my cut of the profit. Fuck man, Who am I? ------------------------------------- Suprise, Jake called me. Said he had been thinking. Said he understood why I slapped him. Said he deserved it. Would I consider seeing him again! Said he had learned his lesson. My dick goes limp and my balls suck up into me. Every tissue of him turns me on. I thinking of Jake naked in front of me kneeling, pleading eyes, dick dripping precum. Maybe I will handle myself better this time. "Tomorrow," I say, "At 10 pm." At 9 pm I think about him. Is he cleaning himself out? Does he make himself hot doing it. I would like to help him. I imagine him showering, lifting his cock and balls, squatting a bit so his sudsy fist can reach his pits and parts. What is he anticipating? What is he going to wear? Does he think it makes a difference? He will be out of his clothes on my doorstep. He arrives punctually at 10. All I have to do is look at him, and he starts to strip. Does he know yet what it is that is driving him? He is wearing no underwear. A cock ring! Why didn't I imagine him putting it on? I could have jacked off imagining him trying to get his balls through it. He bends over to pull his trousers off. A butt plug! !!!!! Fuck man. I tell him his safe words are simply "Please Sir, no more" He nods, not really knowing what it all means. Does he know about the edge? The edge where "please more" and "please stop" mean the same thing? Why does this boy kneel in front me? His eyes pleading for something he has yet to experience. What does he want? I look at his healthy body, plump muscles, soft skin, and youthful face. He would look innocent but his provocative cock ring and butt plug betray him. Erotic innocence? Is there such a thing? I push his head onto my cock. He swallows it without resistance. "Jake", I whisper, my fingers twining his hair ..."You really don't know what you want, do you?" "No Sir", he replies. "Do you want my help?" Without words, he nods his acquisence. His eyes are closed, his dick is stiff. I find his balls and cup them in my hand and squeeze them. His torso falls forward, leaning against mine. I can feel his heartbeat. "Please Sir" ... his warm fleshy body leans against me. "How far? How fast? " I think, "Oh fuck, don't scare him off again. Do it right this time. Take him to the edge." Slutty boys and whores know the edge too. It is the first visit that is the most thrilling, the most frightening. Once you've been there you've lost your amateur status. The only way to keep it is to find a new edge and then another new edge after that . .... And the final edge? We won't go there now. I ease him down onto his back. My hand rubs his pecs and then tweats his brown nipples. I feel the muscles of his abs. I find his cock and stroke it easy like. It fills with his warm blood, swelling in my hand. Like trying to make a hardon go away, I resist my desire to treat him badly. (My dream is to be so rough that he hangs onto me, begging me to stop, yet the thought of leaving my arms doesn't occur to him.) Its too soon. If I tried that now, he would run again. I find a length of rope.