“Wow, what is this?”
“Boeuf Bourguignon,” said Eric, smiling. “French beef stew. It was one of Julia Child’s favorite recipes.”
“Where did you learn how to cook?” Al was not only impressed, but also curious about this amazing man.
“When you’re a fireman, you need to learn how to cook, and quick.” Eric explained. “If you can’t cook, you’ll get run out of the station real fast.”
The rest of dinner was pleasant and revealing for both men. Al finally relaxed enough to enjoy himself, to tell Eric more about himself, opening up like he’d never done before on a first date.
Not that he’d had that many first dates.
With dinner over with, Eric led the way back into the living room.
“Come. Sit next to me,” he said to Al as he sat in front of the fire.
Al sat on the faux fur rug in front of the fire beside Eric, feeling the heat radiating into the room. It wasn’t long before both men were glistening, the heat from the fire so close, causing them to sweat. It was the passionate kiss that really turned the heat up. Al didn’t even notice when Eric removed his shirt.
“I love your hairy chest,” Eric murmured huskily, running his fingers through the dense fur. “There is something else I want to learn to love. Come on.”
Eric led Al to his bedroom. Another hot slobber-swapping followed, Before Al knew it he was naked, Eric pushing him back onto the bed. From this position, he watched the golden-skinned fireman strip slowly, teasing him.
Naked, Eric slithered up Al’s body, licking and nipping tender skin along the way. When he got to Al’s nipples, he went to town. Eric, true to his word, lavished attention on the rich plumb colored ultra sensitive nubs.
Al begged him to stop long before his poor nipples were practically on fire; so overly stimulated. Only when he was thrashing about underneath Eric, did Eric have pity on him.
Sitting up, looking down into the flushed face, Eric grinned menacingly.
“I’m so going to enjoy this,” he said, stroking Al’s huge cock.
Al was speechless when Eric rolled a condom over his throbbing dick, lubed it up, and positioned himself over him.
“Oh yeah…” Eric moaned as the large helmet-shaped head popped through the tight wrinkled muscle. “Damn, you’re huge,” he hoarsely whispered.
Bit by bit, Eric lowered himself onto Al, grimacing occasionally. When Eric was fully seated, he took a deep breath and grinned at Al.
This was the second time Al had been inside another man. The few he had been with would take one look at his big dick and refuse to even try. Now, here was Eric, who seemed to not only want to take him, but did take him. It took him a while to manage it, but manage it he did.
“Oh my God, you are so fucking big.” Eric groaned as he started rocking back and forth.
Al tentatively placed his hands on Eric’s meaty thighs, looking up at the man who had his entire dick inside him and wondering what he had done to deserve such good luck. The fireman was screaming hot with a body Al he thought only belonged to magazine models.
Eric leaned forward, his hands on Al’s furry chest as he started to slowly raise and lower himself, fucking himself with Al’s dick. Al watched as his cock disappeared and magically reappeared as Eric eased himself up and down onto him. His eyes were intense, a burning desire exuding from them, taking Al’s breath away. Eric took his time; each of them felt the heat, the need building in them. Al matched Eric’s movements, thrusting up as Eric came down. Eric was pounded himself up and down, impaling himself onto Al, his head thrown back in pure pleasure, his steel-hard cock bouncing wildly in the air and his nuts barely visible they were so tight against his body. The slapping sound echoed in the room as hips met hips, animalistic grunts escaping Eric as he continued to slam his body down, meeting Al’s thrusting hips.
Al felt he was having an out-of-body experience, not believing this was happening. It soon became apparent it was very real; Eric bellowed as he ground his hips down, taking as much of Al in as he could. Eric’s hot come shot out, smacking Al in the chin.
When Eric’s constricting ass muscles clamped down on Al’s hardness, it sent him over the edge, his own orgasm taking over his entire body. He continued to buck and thrust into Eric as Eric unloaded the contents of his heavy balls, painting Al’s dark body hair with white streaks from chin to navel.
Al felt his own semen flow back and pool around the base of his cock. His nuts were tender after having come so fiercely.
Both men breathed heavily, their bodies coated with a slick sheen of sweat, Al with Eric’s come. They stared at each other before smiling.
“Whew,” Eric exclaimed as he rolled off Al. An audible pop sounded as Al’s still semi-hard dick pulled out of Eric. “Damn, that was good,” he said, pulling Al close to him, planting a playful kiss on him.
“Um…Eric?” Al asked quietly.
“Yeah?” Eric looked at Al, kissing him again.
“Why me?”
“Huh? You’re kidding, right?” Eric pulled away so he could study Al’s face.
“No, I’m not. I mean I know I’m no great catch.” Al was completely serious. “I know I’m a total nerd. A geek. A scientist who has trouble remembering where he parked his car. Absent-minded, forgetful, you name it. If you look up the definition of geek, you’ll see a picture of me!”
“Al, you are a total nerdy geek. That is what is so sexy about you,” Eric smiled broadly. “At least to me. Besides, you’ve got a killer body, and I love that you’re so furry. It’s so manly, grrrrr…” Eric lowered his voice when he said “manly,” making Al smile despite himself. “The bonus is this huge log you’ve got hanging between your legs,” Eric said as he grabbed Al’s elongated dick. “If you haven’t noticed, I am a self-professed size queen, and I’ll be the first to admit it.”
“I’ve always looked at it more as a curse than a blessin.,” Al’s face scrunched up as he said this.
“Oh hell no…it is a true blessing!” Eric waggled his eyebrows, making Al laugh. Eric’s hand was still wrapped around Al’s dick, which became fully hard again. “Wow, you recover quickly,” Eric said, making Al blush. Eric rolled over on his back, and lifted his legs. “Come on baby, do me again.”
Having lost some of his shyness, Al knelt between Eric’s legs, a new rubber in place, and pushed into Eric. Instantly, his hard dick was enveloped by Eric’s hot, velvety soft insides. When Al bottomed out, Eric’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned.
Waiting a moment, letting Eric adjust to him, Al watched for a sign that he was ready.
Eric’s eyes came back into focus, and looking at Al, he said,
“Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked before.”
Al blinked several times before he pulled his dick back, leaving only his sheath-covered head inside Eric. Pausing, looking to Eric for reassurance, he plowed full force into him.
“Ahhh God…yes!” howled Eric. “Yes…yessss…” he hissed.
Al pulled back and slammed his big cock as hard as he could into the tight, muscular ass, getting a loud grunt as payment. He repeated this over and over, watching Eric as he squirmed in ecstasy.
Suddenly, Eric’s eyes flew open. “Al, faster please!”
Al pushed Eric’s knees to his chest and violently crashed into him, giving him everything he had.
“Fuck yes” Eric screamed.
Al pistoned into Eric again and again. All the while, Eric encouraged him, begging for more. When Al thought he wouldn’t last much longer, Eric’s mouth opened, his eyes wide open, abdominal muscles flexing just before his engorged dick spewed hot, thick, man spunk. His chest was soon splattered with come.
Eric’s orgasm set Al off. Al withdrew from Eric’s twitching hole, jerked the rubber off, and added his own load to Eric’s, mingling the two together, further covering Eric’s heaving chest.
When Al opened his eyes, he saw Eric grinning, his eyes twinkling.
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nbsp; “What?” asked Al.
“I’m keeping you,” Eric announced.
Al’s eyebrows shot up.
“That was, without a doubt, the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Eric said, still grinning. “You’re hot, adorable, fun, smart, and fucking fantastic in bed! I’d be crazy to let you get away.”
“Okay,” Al said, lying on top of Eric, squishing their combined come together, sealing the deal.
“Okay then,” echoed Eric, smiling as he hugged his new partner to him, more satisfied than he could ever remember being.
A Friend Who Serves a Purpose
by Madlyn March
You know how it is in New York City. You meet so many people and you dutifully enter their contact info into whatever portable electronic device you happen to own, and they magically become your friends. But they’re not your real friends. They’re not people you have five-hour conversations with. They’re not people you’d call if you were to ever suddenly become homeless. They’re not people you see every week. They’re people you happen to know. People who serve a purpose. Maybe they can get you into sold-out concerts at Madison Square Garden or maybe they just know where to score good weed. You use them in whatever way you see fit.
Jacinta was one of those. We’d met at a writers’ workshop at the Y on 14th Street. Of the two of us, I was the more experienced, having had several short stories published. So I was her mentor, giving her editorial critiques. Nobody in the class thought she had much going on in the talent department, so imagine how surprised we all were when she got her novel published. Surprised and seething with jealousy. She was doing her first bookstore reading at a small Shakespeare & Co. on the Upper East Side and I had to go because some things you simply have to see to believe.
I walked into the reading as she was talking about all the great reviews she was getting on Amazon, the two-book contract she’d recently signed with her publisher, and the public television interview scheduled to air with her next week. The same sort of bragging I’d had to listen to for months. The same sort of bragging that made me want to pummel her senseless.
I thought of my own unpublished novel lying under my bed. It was much better than Jacinta’s, yet had been rejected by more agents than I cared to count. The day I heard Jacinta was going to be published was the day I almost slit my wrists. But then I reminded myself I wouldn’t want to be published if it meant writing chick lit crap like Deliver Me. Not only was that the name of Jacinta’s novel but probably also what readers would say while trying to finish it.
As I sat in the audience I noticed Jacinta’s hands were shaking. Good. Maybe she’d get so nervous she’d vomit on the first row. She’d become so unbearable since this whole thing started. Every conversation we had revolved around her stupid career. Her head had gotten bigger than the state of Montana. And God forbid she’d introduce me to her agent, so maybe my manuscript might have a fair shot at seeing the light of day. No, she wanted to keep all that good fortune to herself.
Now she was talking about her “process,” if you can call it that, and how much New York had inspired her. I couldn’t wait for this torture to be over.
“So how much did they pay you to write this book?” an elderly gentleman asked.
“Too fucking much,” I muttered under my breath.
“Any other questions?” Jacinta asked with a polite smile. The elderly man frowned.
Jacinta didn’t let it faze her. She kept going without missing a beat. And as she spoke about the muse and the special pen she liked to write with, I figured out a way to make the time pass faster.
I began to fantasize about her.
You see, this is what I used Jacinta for. That was the purpose she served. Because for as ugly as she was on the inside, that’s how beautiful she was on the outside. Jacinta had thick, long red hair and piercing green eyes. She also had a body that wouldn’t quit. Her tits were so huge I literally could feel them pushing into mine whenever I hugged her, and it drove me absolutely insane.
Back to the reading while Jacinta was boring the audience with a discussion about her favorite verb tense, I separated her tight little ass cheeks with my tongue and reaching around her waist to find her clit. I put my fingers deep in her cunt hole, pushing and pumping my way in. I was tonguing her cunt deep, hitting that pussy from every corner, going as far in as possible, into places she didn’t even know she had.
“Put your fat ass on my lap,” I ordered her.
This, I imagine, would surprise her because in regular life I’d never tell her what to do. But she would get over it quickly because when you’re on the verge of having a gigantic orgasm, all that matters is doing whatever it takes to get the job done. Whatever it takes to get you done. Whatever it takes to release the beast from within.
I would get a special thrill seeing her squirmy, bratty body over my knees. Time for the punishment she so rightly deserved for being such a pretentious twit. The first wallop would be strong, I don’t believe in sugarcoating. I would lift my right hand high and slam it down hard on her sensitive flesh. She would lose her nerve at this point and try to escape by sliding down my lap but I would hold her by her hair and force her to face the music—the rhythm of my pounding, that is. I would hear her suck in her breath from the pain.
“No,” she would say. “It hurts too much.” I’d tell her pain was a type of pleasure itself. A few of my fingers would find their way between her butt cheeks and I would fuck her a bit like that, plunging my digits deep inside her until her embarrassingly loud moans told me she was ready for the next step, her reward for being such a good little bottom.
I would tell her to sit on the hardest chair in the room, as though her ass wasn’t sore enough already. I’d make her admit she was a no-talent author who had gotten lucky, and I would make her tell me she was a worthless waste of space. I would make her say she liked being degraded by me, that I was the only person who had the skills to make her explode, that before me she had never been satisfied. Only then, only after she admitted that, would I then kneel before her and place her legs around my head. And only then would I separate the sensitive folds of her cunt with my fingers, and part her swiftly with my long, warm tongue.
Jacinta was done reading. Some people applauded. It was polite applause, the kind you give your six-year-old when she announces she is going to do a very special magic trick. A line formed for the free buttons she was giving away. People seemed really excited about those.
“It was great,” I told her even though I hadn’t heard a word.
“Thanks.” Jacinta barely glanced at me. I smiled as I envisioned her head between my legs. It would truly embarrass Little Miss Perfect if I forced her to mess up her lipstick by going down on me, to suck on my clit, to choke on my pubic hair, for however long it took for me to get off. You see, Jacinta wasn’t the type of woman who went down on you; she was the type of woman who found such an act distasteful. Unless she was on the receiving end of it. She had told me several times she never went down on her boyfriend, Carlton; that she left that sort of dirty work up to the hookers he’d occasionally patronize.
She sat on the podium waiting to sign books. Nobody lined up. Carlton sat next to her, playing with his iPod. He worked as a television newscaster in L.A. He would swoop into town every few months, take Jacinta to some fancy restaurant, fuck her, then go back home. He was good-looking with his shiny jet black hair and sea blue eyes, but all he ever talked about was his wealth. I felt annoyed that he got to sleep with her whenever he wanted. Bastard probably didn’t even appreciate it. They were going to get married next year in the south of France, and she would probably push out a number of babies after that. A boring future for a boring girl.
The crowd had gone. Jacinta had sold no books but thanked the owners anyway. She assured them she was actually quite popular on Facebook, and wondered aloud if the stormy weather hadn’t kept her thousands of loyal fans away.
I rolled my eyes. Why couldn’t she just accept the truth that she’d fa
iled miserably?
“I have an eighty-by-ten glossy if you’d like me to sign it for your window,” she said to the owners.
“Um, I guess that would be good,” the woman said as Jacinta took out a pen. I knew that photo would never be put up. The lady would probably throw it in the garbage just as soon as Jacinta was gone.
When Jacinta was done signing the pic she walked over to another corner of the store and absentmindedly played with a pencil that had a long feather on the end.
“Maybe I should write my next novel with this pencil. What do you think?”
I think it wouldn’t matter if you wrote it in fairy gold dust. It’s still going to be a piece of shit.
But the pencil with the feather. Now, that was interesting. I imagined stroking her pussy with that feather in a really light way, driving her out of her mind. I could see myself teasing her with it, tracing it along her sticky clit, right before I jammed it up her snatch.
“Ow!” I yelled. Jacinta had brought me out of my daydreams by hitting my left wrist playfully with a Harry Potter ruler.
“You’re so spacey today,” she said. “Perk up. We’ve got a long evening ahead. Check my Evite page and tell me if there were any last-minute cancellations for the book party.”
I nodded and went online but I was pissed. Not only because Jacinta considered me her unpaid slave but because she had so cruelly taunted me with that ruler. I wanted Jacinta to wield that wooden instrument on my wrists, behind my thighs, on my breasts, belly, cunt, and ass. I wanted my whole body to turn warm and red, then black and blue from Jacinta’s beatings. I wanted her to be a ruthless disciplinarian.
After I checked her Evite page I went to a sex shop’s website. It’s a hobby of mine. I window shop on these kinds of sites, fantasizing about toys I’d buy if only I weren’t a starving writer. I noticed a new dildo. It was black and fat and came with free lube, but I wouldn’t bother with that. I’d smack it into Jacinta’s ass unaccompanied. Jacinta deserved to really feel her asshole being stretched, deserved to enjoy every painful minute of the dildo being pushed into her big old butt. I’d make her sit like that for hours, with the fat dildo stuck inside of her, uncomfortable as fuck.
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