Short Stories

A Night Of Impulses

One night, when I knew that the house was totally empty, I went up to his room. I opened his closet and, as this was my room when there were no residents, planned to be looking for something I'd left behind in one of the bottom drawers. I'd planned to rifle through his papers, but as soon as I opened his closet, I saw them. Hanging on a hook was this morning's red bathing suit, which he hadn't swum in, which was why it was hanging there and not drying on the balcony. I picked it up, never in my life having pried into anyone's personal belongings before. I brought the bathing suit to my face, then rubbed my face inside of it, as if I were trying to snuggle into it and lose myself inside its folds. So, this is what he smells like when his body isn't covered in suntan lotion. This is what he smells like. This is what he smells like. I kept repeating to myself, looking inside the suit for something more personal than his smell and then kissing every corner of the bathing suit, almost wishing to find hair, anything, to lick it, to put the whole bathing suit into my mouth, or to find something pleasurable to my taste buds. On nothing but sheer impulse, I removed my bathing suit and began to put it on. I knew what I wanted, and I wanted it with the kind of intoxicated rapture that makes people take risks they would never usually take, even with a lethal dose of alcohol in their system. I wanted to cum into his suit and leave the evidence behind for him to find. I grabbed my now-hardened shaft and started to stroke it. With each ridged stroke of my penis, I let out a roaring deep Goan as I dreamed about his body pressing up against mine, kissing the back of my neck savagely, then suddenly he pushed his colossal penis into my blushing peachy asshole. Then, and only then, I came into his swimsuit. It was like the secret was out of my body. So, what if he saw? So, what if he caught me? So, what, so what, so what? So many thoughts raced through every corner of my brain, but I knew one thing for certain: I love him. As I turn around to head from his room to mine, I see a shadow eerily lingering in the frame of the door. There he stood there was my majesty.

Elliot: I didn't know you had such great feelings about me Adelbert.

Adelbert: Oh, I am terribly sorry I never knew you would come in I-. (Elliot cuts him off with a hushing sound)

Elliot: No, I think you knew I would eventually come back to see this fantasy of yours and wanted me to join in, Eh? Well, you now have my attention you so diligently desired for now you must give me what I want okay? Is that clear?

Adelbert: Yes master. On my way from his room to mine I wondered if I'd ever be mad enough to try the same thing again

Elliot grabs Adelbert by his head and gives him a kiss.

Elliot: Oh my. You hadn't been expecting that.

His eyes darted briefly to your lips again before he made eye contact. Not saying anything for a few seconds, he eventually let out a resigned sigh.

Elliot: I really, really want to fuck your mouth.

After a few seconds, I smiled slowly.

Adelbert: How do you want me, then?

Elliot started closing his eyes for a second to compose himself.

I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his member.

Adelbert: I don't even know; I don't know that I imagined getting this far.

Elliot laughed, tugging my shirt over my head.

He groaned loudly, and it tapered off into a whimper. Watching him with doe eyes, I opened my mouth. Waiting patiently.

But after a moment his long fingers slowly ran through my hair to the back of my head, pushing my face closer to his cock. I kept my eyes on his, allowing him full control. It was insanely, insanely hot, which was something I hadn't entirely expected.

My lips made the slightest contact with his tip, and he twitched, exhaling harshly and pushing on my head harder to take him fully into my mouth.

Elliot: Fuck. (Elliot sighed breathlessly, clenching his teeth and growling through them.) That fucking mouth makes me want to scream, baby.

My body ignited, and a harsh tingling sensation erupted between my legs. He gripped my hair a bit tighter and began to guide my lips up and down his length. He was staring at me with such lust, love, desire, intensity... it was addictive. More. Give me more. I made soft sounds, not moving or resisting a single bit. This was all him.

He was absolutely fucking wrecked. Breathing so hard he was almost gasping; you could tell that he was putting a lot of effort into not coming so fast. With time, he began to move a bit faster. My head suddenly stopped moving, and he was losing his senses and control as he started to truly fuck my mouth.

Elliot: Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Adelbert was practically writhing on his feet, never breaking eye contact. Not for a second.

Elliot: Anything I've ever imagined is a spark. You're a fucking wildfire. God, you look so pretty like that, holy shit. (He couldn't stop speaking, moaning, gasping, and the sounds were positively the sexiest noises to ever touch my ears. A warmth began to build in my stomach, and I briefly wondered if he would make me cum just by doing this. The idea was enticing, and I knew that it would make him go insane.)

As I had so pleasurably expected, his eyes almost popped out of his head, and he came almost instantly down my throat.

Elliot: FUCK! (He literally yelled the word. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, and his orgasm lasted a long time. When it faded from his body, my knees buckled almost instantly. Gracefully lowering to the floor, he laid on his back with his arms and legs splayed out.)

I laughed and laid next to him, smiling when he turned to face me. He was radiating light, and he kissed me eagerly. My hands, shaking somewhat, found his face as I kissed him back.