Hallowed Grounds

Chapter 4 - Coffin

The gher-age. The garage? Really? Maybe he had some fancy sports car he wanted to christen. That wouldn't be too terrible. You did kind of like that new car smell, and smells always did a lot to contribute to your sensual pleasure.

Gary had your hand firmly in his as he pulled you through the kitchen, which looked barely touched. He unlocked the door leading to the garage steps and held it open with a grand "after you" motion. With a skeptical glance, you stepped onto the first of the wooden stairs into the dark room while Gary pushed a switch that cast a muted red light over its contents. In your peripheral vision, you could indeed make out a car off to the right. But straight ahead of you and tucked against the left hand wall was... a coffin. No bones about it— you were staring at a coffin, plain as day.

The back of your mind remembered the conversation that day at Hallowed Grounds. Gary had mentioned he was playing a guy who sleeps in a coffin. He was obviously the kind of person to take his art seriously, so you tried to tell yourself not to be shocked. He probably liked to create a space with a certain ambience— a place he could retreat to in order to study lines or get in the proper headspace.

"A coffin," you said as brightly as you could manage.

He grinned and bit his lip, standing there bare-chested. "Should we give it a go?"

The smile slowly fell from your face. "Give what a go? I don't understand."

Gary silently squeezed past you and descended the stairs with a little jog. You watched the muscles of his back ripple as he lifted the wooden lid to reveal its tufted satin lining and a single pillow. As if the situation weren't crazy enough, he then unbuttoned his pants and let them slide to the garage floor, revealing a truly gorgeous ass that almost made you forget everything else. He turned to face you only briefly before dropping into a seated position in the satin lined box, reclining flat on his back, hands over his chest.

Your conscious mind knew this was insane, but that didn't stop the rest of you from finishing your descent down the stairs to get a closer look. The man drove you mad with lust, and even though his crazy ass was lying flat in a coffin, you were still trying to get a good view of his package. The fleeting thought that he hadn't been wearing any underwear zipped through your mind, and that was rather interesting too. Maybe he'd wanted that extra obstacle out of the way for tonight.

"Stop staring and come touch it, love," he teased you, one hand now resting lazily behind his head, the other giving his half-erect cock a little stir. It certainly made sense that one would lose their hard-on a bit while lying in state.

As you zeroed in hungrily on what he was working with and started to think about all the delightful tricks you could do to get it excited once again, you noticed something... different. Your mind recalled the blurry still you'd seen on screen and started putting two and two together as you began to close the distance between you. The man was... uncut. You'd never experienced such and were suddenly filled with the curiosity and excitement of seeing something new on the menu. You had a friend or two who probably would have turned tail and run-- if not from the coffin, then surely from this new bit of information. But it only strengthened your resolve. You wanted this man— all of him— and especially his delicious-looking cock.

You let out a little sigh, half in worship over his body, half in exasperation at yourself for what you'd allowed life to become at this particular moment. Your arms were crossed nervously over your breasts. "So you... want me to fuck you... in a coffin? Actually?"

Gary made a thoughtful face. "No. Actually I want to fuck you in a coffin. Switch places." Just as quickly as he was down, he was up again, jumping over the smooth wooden side and standing, hands on hips. He looked at you expectantly. "The traditional horizontal tango is about all that can work in here, darling. It's not that much space to work with. Now come here... play with me a little." He slowly stretched out a hand and gave you puppy dog eyes.