Markwildyr.com, Post #211
Seems like Jude’s got himself in a predicament. Or maybe not. Maybe it’s the fulfillment of his as yet uncertain dreams. So let’s see what happens now.
JUDE
MANCHILD
My battle with myself resurfaced
as I stood holding the mobile phone in my hand and reliving what had happened
next. Bart had pulled me into his arms and astonished me with a kiss. In my
wildest imagination, I hadn’t expected that. Actually, I don’t know what I’d
expected… hoped for. Being able to touch him was as far as my mind had dared
go.
But he knew what he wanted and
took it. I’d been kissed before, not often, but on occasion by some girl
flirting around. And I’d always wondered afterward what the big deal was. Bart
showed me! And how. Wow, I felt that kiss right down in my scrotum. I know it’s
a cliché, but dammit, my knees almost did fail me. Might have, if his
arms hadn’t been around me, the length of his hard, rangy body wedded to mine.
The kiss ended with him
staring directly into my eyes. Man, his eyes were greener than I thought. Green
like the shallow ocean around one of the Florida Keys on a summer vacation with
my folks.
“Not bad,” he mumbled in a
husky voice. “Not bad at all.” He came back for more, and he did have to
hold me up this time. He released me so suddenly, I almost fell on my butt. I
started to ask what I’d done wrong, holding my tongue when I saw him pulling a
blanket out of one of the bike’s saddlebags. Man, the two sides of my nature really
went to battle with one another as he spread it on the garage floor. One side—maybe
the dominant one—said finally! The other one said whoa, wait a minute. What’s
going to happen?
Didn’t take long to find out.
He stripped off his shirt, thrilling one side and terrifying the other.
Apparently, my hands had a mind of their own, because both of them went
straight for his chest, each tweaking a brown nipple. He allowed me my way for
a moment, before tackling his jeans. I almost went to the floor with the denim.
His jockeys, a sort of lime green color, looked as if they were going to split
at the seams. I didn’t give him time to tackle them, just reached out and
jerked them down. And… and… and wow!
I’m not sure if my legs gave
way, or I went to my knees in order to get a better view, but Bart took it as
an invitation. He walked straight into my face. Wasn’t anything to do but open
my mouth. Despite what Bart and some others in town thought, this was the first
time I’d ever done something like this. It had always seemed repulsive, but
there was nothing repulsive about what I did for Bart Jewelson. I took him
eagerly—although that other side of me warned of danger. Not only was I
giving him pleasure, at least judging from his groans, but I was also free to
feel around wherever I wanted. My hands explored his flanks, his buttocks, his sac,
and even that secret place behind his testicles.
“That’s right, bitch!” he
muttered. “Take it. Knew you’d be good. I… uhm, do that again. Take me, Jude,
take me!”
He thrust his hips forward, about
making me gag. I got things under control and went back to doing my best for
him. And then his knees gave way,
dumping him on the blanket in front of me. Of course, I lost contact and
watched amazed as his eyes rolled up in his head while he spurted semen all
over himself and me. Still in the throes of a massive ejaculation he leaned
forward and tumbled me backward, his naked body atop mine, hunching against me
and further soiling my clothes.
His full weight still on me—I felt
his heartbeat thundering against my chest—he ground his groin against me,
emptying himself. His warm semen soaked through my shirt and touched my skin,
raising a lust in me I’d not experienced before. That second side of me, the
cautious one, fled as I began to thrust upward with my hips.
“Gettin’ with… the program?”
he wheezed. “Well, let’s just see.” He came up off me and ripped open my
trousers, exposing an erection superior to anything I’d ever achieved. He
laughed. “By golly, you do have one, don’t you? You’re not a little girl.”
Before I could beg him to do
it, he grasped me in his hand. I thought I was going to pop the cork then, but
I managed to wait until he’d stroked me a dozen times. Then I sprayed like a
fountain. I expected him to jerk back, but he fooled me. He stayed with me
until I was through my orgasm, seemingly unconcerned about my sperm creaming his
hand.
“How was it kid? You know,
having a man get you off like that?”
“Fan…tastic,” I wheezed. “How
was…?”
“Great. Best blowjob I’ve ever
had.”
I wanted to ask how many that
was but wasn’t sure I wanted to hear the answer. I’d rather imagine I was his
first. Unlikely, but that’s the way I felt.
He lay down beside me, his
head using my arm for a pillow. That surprised me once again. I figured he’d
cover himself up, fire up the bike, and we’d head back to town where he’d throw
me off and never speak to me again. Or maybe he’d abandon me out here in
somebody’s deserted garage… and never speak to me again.
It was strangely
companionable, him lying beside me like that, and I wouldn’t have minded if it
lasted all day. After a while, I thought maybe he’d gone to sleep, but eventually,
he came up on his elbow and swept my genitals with his gaze.
“Strip, kid.”
Geez, hadn’t he had enough?
Apparently not, because as I did as he asked, he worried his boots off and stripped
his bunched trousers free. Man, he looked hot. I started getting aroused again.
But all that came to a halt when he pulled something from the pocket of his
jeans and tossed it on my chest.
“Put it on me,” he said, his
usual rough tone back.
I grabbed the condom and
yelled, “Whoa, guy.”
He got between my knees. “Like
hell, whoa. You gonna be my bitch or not?”
My eyes felt as big as golf balls
as I nodded.
“Then put it on me.”
I was so fumble-fingered he
lost patience and ripped the package open and handed the lubricated rubber to
me. Obediently, I rolled it over his now turgid cock, the cautious side of me
screaming “Danger! Danger! Frigging danger! Nonetheless, I didn’t have the
power to resist when he got between my legs.
That came when he lifted my knees.
I straightened my legs, raising my butt out of reach. “L…Let’s think about this
for a minute.”
“What’s to think? I want that
pretty ass of yours, Jude.” He abruptly lowered my legs, and my buttocks rested
against his throbbing tool. “So either you get up and get dressed right now, or
I’m gonna have it.”
My mouth went dry. I lost the
ability to communicate, to protest. Acutely aware of what pressed against my
buns, I ignored my cautious side and timidly lifted my legs. The pain was
incredible at first, but eventually it surrendered to other, stronger
sensations, as Bart ruthlessly went about getting what he wanted.
* * * *
Looks to me like
Jude got more than he bargained for. Will that put him on or put him off trending
gay? Any guesses before we see the conclusion next week?
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