Date: Mon, 29 Jul 2002 00:48:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Perky

Perky (M/M, oral, anal, fantasy)

by einhard


PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to
end. The characters don't exist, and the things they
do, never happened.


It was a pretty lame party, and disappointingly, there
was a majority of chicks. This meant that in an hour's
time, after a couple more drinks, they (the chicks)
would start looking lustily at me. I had just decided
it was time to start thinking about maybe leaving in
not too long. I didn't even notice the guy approaching
me from behind.

"Please to excuse you, good Sir..." he started,
jumping slightly as I turned violently round.

After a slight pause I barked out a short laugh, and
he looked a little hurt.

"I am sorry, but you should not sock me. I am
attempting to be police, and..."

"What? Speak English, man!"

His eyebrows shot up. He looked no more than 16.

"But I am speaking English. I speak it perkily!"

This time I laughed for real. Long and hard.

"I guess you don't. Now, let's see if we can't figure
this out. You excused yourself, then you thought I was
mocking you, because you were trying to be polite, and
you speak perfect English. Is that it?"

"Yes!" All of him lit up in a smile. "Perky English!"

"Yeah, yeah! Maybe you're right. Sit down. I'm Porgy."

"I do not condescend. Porgy?"

"That's right. My name's Georgios, and at some stage,
somebody called me Georgy Porgy, so now I'm Porgy. Do
you comprehend that?"

His pale face lit up again, and he nodded
energetically, making his long mousy brown hair dance
all over his head.

"So what's your name? And what are you doing here,
drinking? You look way too young."

"I am not!" He sounded scandalized. "I have never done
anything irregal in my life! And I am much, much
bolder than you."

"Okay, so you're royalty, and you're bold. You're
still too young, buddy."

He put down his drink, then turned to me and began, in
a lecturing voice.

"This is true. Somes of it. I am a prince, my name is
Zolchkin, and I am 438 years bold. Or I would be, here
on Dearth."

Funny dude, huh?

"Yeah, right. You've really got me rolling now. Look,
my sides are splitting from laughter."

This seemed to puzzle him, and he touched my left
side.

"I can not see or feel this. And I wish not to roll
you, I wish to perform sex with you. Are you socking
me repeatedly?"

"Yeah, I'm mocking you again. And what makes you think
I wanna have sex with you? You think I'm a faggot or
something?"

He looked grave.

"I do not think you are a maggot! I think you look
nice. But I can see in your mind that you wish to
perform sex with me. Do you like this?"

Before I knew what was happening, I was naked, and so
was he. I was still sitting in the same sofa, but I
was naked. Oh, I said that, didn't I? And my cock,
which was rapidly hardening, was out of sight, because
it was all inside his mouth. But something was wrong.
Nobody had that much tongue. I mean, I could feel the
tip of it tickling my balls. And swiping round my
head. And... Fuck! It was teasing my hole, too.

"Hi, Porgy! Wanna introduce me to your friend?"

I looked round in panic. Molly Prescott was leaning
over the back of the sofa, showing off her ample
endowments practically in my face. Both of them. She
was smiling at me, like nothing untoward was going on.

"Uh..." I rolled my eyes at her. That tongue was
working in my slit now, but it still hadn't left my
ass. And my ball sac was being gently chewed, too.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?"

I swallowed, groaning out loud at the same time. Molly
still looked me in the eyes, still smiling.

"Hi, Molly. Oh, God! I'm gonna cum soon! Ehm, this is
Zo...Zoltan. He's Hungarian, and his English is a bit
funny." Quick thinking, considering my situation.

Molly switched her smile to Zolchkin, who lifted his
head up, smiled and extended his hand for a moment,
muttering a brief "How do you woo?" before resuming
his sucking. Just as my balls exploded, and cum rushed
out of me like lightning, Molly flashed another smile
at both of us.

"Nice meeting you, Zoltan. Look, if you'll excuse me,
I think I need to go talk to my friend Karen now. Bye,
guys!"

Zolchkin smiled again and waved. Me, I just stared
glassy-eyed.

"Wa...wa...Did she...I mean...?" I jerked a thumb at
the retreating bimbo.

Zolchkin shrugged his shoulders. "She saw you and me
sitting here, chattering like normal friends. Talking
bashfully, in the everyway file."

Right. Chatting like normal friends, talking casually,
in the everyday style. My brain was in hyperdrive or
something.

"If you would content, Porgy, I would like to buck
your slut now."

Now, that I did not get. When, however, he lifted my
legs, and I could see his grinning face at least a
foot away from my body, and feel his tongue sliding
over my prostate at the same time, I just surrendered.
Of course! Consent. He wanted my consent. He had it.

"Yeah, man! Fuck my butt! Fuck it with your tongue!
Oh! My! God!"

"Yes, yes. I am bucking your slut. You like it?"

My crossed eyes and open mouth answered that for him.
I could not believe the sensations of the soft,
super-flexible substance massaging my love-button.
Shortly, it left, and something tiny entered instead.
I whimpered in disappointment, but then it started
growing inside me, expanding in every direction. Soon,
he was sliding it in and out of me.

"Yeah, work that cock in my butt. Do, it, man! Fuck me
'til tomorrow! Woooohoooo!" I'm sure I was yelling out
loud, yet everybody I could see, were just standing
around talking, laughing, drinking. It was wild!

"You like my pennies inside your slut, Porgy?" No need
to translate that, I could feel it moving inside the
very location he meant. And if he wanted me to be his
slut, he only had to say so. Anytime, as far as I was
concerned.

I really couldn't tell you how long he kept up his
fucking. All I know is it varied endlessly. Short
strokes, long strokes, slow and fast, strokes where
I'm positive his cock rotated on its own axis, then
doubling up as it moved out and in at the same time,
then sideways, stretching my gut until I thought it
would burst. At some stage in the proceedings, I came
again, but he just kept going. Me, I started
hyperventilating. Then, when he spilled the contents
of his balls in me, I swear I could hear it sloshing
inside. In my belly, my back, my throat, inside my
head. It was like some super drug penetrating all of
me, making me feel strong, mighty, yet content and
drowsy at the same time. If I could patent and bottle
that stuff, I'd be a billionaire in a week.

As I slowly returned to this world, I was alone again,
fully dressed, and sitting on the same sofa. Wearily,
I hoisted myself up, left the party and walked the
half mile back home. I guess I got undressed and
brushed my teeth, because I always do, but I can't
remember. I also thought I found a piece of paper in
one of my back pockets, something about somebody
mauling me on the cone, which sounded vaguely
frightening. I slept.

Next morning, I woke smiling. The happenings of the
previous night came back to me at once, in very fine
detail. A marvellous dream. I'd have to hold on to it.
Right then, though, I needed a piss. I put on a robe
and walked to the bathroom. As I left it again, I
noticed I felt ravenous, and started downstairs to the
kitchen. I heard a voice.

"You wish to leak to Porgy's ear? Look, I don't know
what you think you're up to, Mr Zokkin, but that
sounds...Oh, here he is."

My mom handed me the phone.

"A cone maul for you, Porgy. I mean, a phone call.
Some weirdo of a foreigner who claims to have met you
last night. I don't know, he sounds perverted to me,
but maybe it's just his English."

Smiling widely, I took the phone from her.

"Yeah, I know him. His English is kinda strange, now
you mention it."

I put the phone to my ear, preparing to leak to him.
Speak! I mean speak to him!


This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2002.
All rights reserved.

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