Incubus

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Down in the lobby, my mind is still thinking about Mary. Such bad luck having a father like that. So distracted I run into another person. From the impact, I fall back, stumble and land on the floor.

"I'm so sorry sir. Are you okay?", the voice crackles and all the hair on my body suddenly stands up. A hand gets shoved into my field of sight. Someone is trying to help me up. I take the hand and my whole body starts to feel aroused. The hand pulls me up and I feel my legs supporting me, but the only thing I register is the hand.

"Are you alright, sir?", again the voice electrifies the air around me. As I look up I am met with incredible, worried eyes. The first thing that comes to my mind is sex. I want to fuck this guy or let him fuck me. It doesn't matter as long I can feel his naked body on mine in total ecstasy.

"Sir?" He tries to withdraw his hand but I cling to it. The sudden movement yanks me out whatever state I am in. I let go of his hand and am now painfully aware of the boner in my pants.

"Mhh, yeah, sorry. What did you ask?", I think something got stuck in my throat.

"If you are okay?", he says like he repeated it for the thousands time.

"Yes, yes. I am fine. Sorry", I stumble over my words. Why did I say sorry?

Without another word, his face turns and the distance between us gets bigger as he walks away. I am so shocked about what just happened that my instincts kick in. He is just out the door when I run after him. I look left and right and see him a few meters away. I run toward him and stop him.

"Is there something else?", he is confused. Understandable. I am also confused as fuck. I never felt like this before. My whole body is longing after him, so following my instinct as an incubus, I release a rather large amount of sexual energy. I see his pupils widen, his muscles relax and his cheeks blush.

"How about you take me to your place?", I say. This state is making me fucking bold. But I know he can't resist the temptation with all the energy I infused him with. The only thing on his mind right now is sex with me.

"I would love to", his voice is deep and seductive. All I want to do is kiss him and feel him up, but I have at least so much control not do that in public. I just come real close to his face, touch his arm and whisper: "Then let's go."

The way to his apartment is longer than I had hoped, but for him, I would fly around the world. The moment the door of his apartment falls shut behind us I press him against the wall and kiss him. He is taller than I am and more muscular from what I can feel through those clothes. Fucking clothes. They have to go. Like a mad man, I tear his clothes off of him. Then I see his bare chest and I think I am in love. He is gorgeous. I feel him up and then his first moan escapes him. My whole buddy tenses and I lose the last bit of control I had over my buddy.

In seconds we are both naked and I french kiss him wildly, while I play with his cock. All the sexual energy I am pumping into him transformed his cock into a steel rod. A massive steel rod. A massive steel rod that is now my new favorite toy. I don't have enough hands to touch him everywhere I want and I don't have enough brain cells to enjoy all his touches.

Somehow we land in a bed and I am sucking him off. He tastes amazing, so I suck like a vacuum. Practice makes perfect. His moans are like music in my ear. Then he screams at me that he is close, but I don't let go. I suck more eagerly than before and in seconds I taste his cum on my tongue. Even then I don't stop sucking. I have to get his dick as wet as possible.

While he is just lying there his hands gripping the sheets, I climb on top of him and sit on his dick. Inch by inch I take him in me. I have done this a hundred times, but never did it feel like this. No pain in the beginning even though his cock was on the bigger size, no burning sensation even though I didn't use lube, just pleasure.