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Something More
Something More
Rated: nc-17
Beta: </a></a>_alicesprings
Originally Posted: 8/25/07 LJ
I watch his slick cock slip though his fingers and I have to fight the urge to touch myself. He can tell.
“Justin I said no. Sit on your hands if you have to.”
That makes my dick throb and my face break out in a huge smile.
“You are such a little shit. Do I need to tie your hands behind your back?”
I think he was joking but I nod my head and grin even bigger. He’s never done anything like that before and I want him to so bad I’ll beg if I have to.
I don’t have to. My arms are secured behind my back before I can blink.
He sits in front of me and starts stroking again. I’ve been watching him touch himself for at least the last 20 minutes. I don’t know how he does it, hold off for so long. No one is touching my dick and I can feel my orgasm creeping up.
“Look at your cock Justin.”
I look down and see myself. My dick is almost purple and pulsing with all the blood pumping through it. Pre-come has leaked out of the slit and run down my shaft making me all wet. Brian loves how wet I get.
“You’re going to come just watching aren’t you.”
He isn’t teasing, he wants me to. Loves how easy I am.
“Fucking seventeen year olds.”
His hand is moving fast on his dick and I know he is getting close. I want to do something to help him along, though I know the image of a teenager tied up on his bed about to come all over himself is probably enough.
“I like being tied up, I want you to fuck me like this.”
“You want me to fuck you any way you can get it.”
He isn’t being mean, just playful - and he’s right.
“You know what else I want?”
His hand slows and he looks at me in this hot, menacing sort of way that makes me want to whimper and put my ass in the air, and I know that what I say had better be good.
“I want you to put a cock ring on me and not let me come for hours.”
“I see someone has finally discovered porn on the internet.”
I just shrug the best I can all tied up and wait to see what he does. His face is blank but he gets up off the bed and moves over to the drawer where I happen to know he keeps the toys. He returns to the bed with a metal ring in his hand and I’m thankful at that moment for the nerves I feel fluttering in my stomach because they are probably all that is holding me back from coming.
He puts it on me and everything just throbs. I can’t stop looking at myself.
“You’re supposed to be watching me Justin.”
I pull my eyes away from myself just in time to see his back arch as he comes all over his own hand. I feel smug in the knowledge that he likes me like this too.
He never takes his eyes off me and that is another thing I don’t know how he does. When I come, I lose all control over everything, I go to another place. I always mean to watch him to see how he looks watching me but I can’t.
He holds his come-covered fingers to my mouth. I know instinctively what he wants. By know I have swallowed a lot of Brian’s come and if we’re being honest a few other guys as well, but this is different, dirtier, more intimate. I hesitate for just a second before leaning in and the fucker pulls his hand away.
He stares at me so intently and then slowly brings his hand back to my mouth and wipes a bit across my lower lip. He leans in and pulls my lip into his mouth licking and sucking it clean until I’m sure it is red and swollen. Then repeats the process on one of my nipples.
When his hand returns to my mouth there is no hesitation, I suck the come from each of his fingers until he is completely clean. And then I just want more, want to wrap my mouth around his cock and make him come again just so I can taste it.
But I’m not in the position to do anything, so I wait to see what Brian does.
He carefully places me with my face and shoulders on the bed and my ass high in the air.
“Next time, I’ll tie your arms to the head board and use those hooks above the bed to raise your legs up and expose your ass so you can watch me while I fuck you.”
“I want that now.”
“That is what I like about you, you always want everything now. That, and this.”
His tongue comes down on my hole. This may be my very favorite thing he does to me. When I am alone I have long, elaborate fantasies about exactly what he is doing right now and sometimes better yet, doing it to him. So far I haven’t really figured out how to ask but I’m dying to do this to him.
I try my hardest but for some reason I can never stay in the moment when he has his tongue inside me. I always start thinking about how badly I want him to fuck me and that’s when I usually come. But I can’t right now and it feels amazing. All the pleasure he makes me feel right before an orgasm dragged out indefinitely because as much as I want to, I can’t come.
He reaches around and strokes me and my body convulses. It feels so good and right now I just want anything he wants to give me.
He finally fucks me and he lets me come when he comes.
The whole thing lasted forever and we didn’t talk the entire time. When its over I feel this weird feeling in my stomach and I know there is something important about what we just did. Something more than lust and fucking. The more I’m with him, the more I feel it. But for some reason, tonight I know he feels it too.
It's in the way he looks at me and in the way he touches me and even in the way he fucks me.
Sometimes he does this thing, when it gets like this between us, he pulls away. I can see in his eye he’s about to and I decide not to let him.
I’m untied now and he is moving away from me on the bed, so I roll towards him and then on top of him. And I kiss him long and slow and deep. I kiss him in a way that is unmistakably sexual, but also tender. So he can’t deny it, at least not to himself, at least not right now while I am still here with him.
And then to lighten the mood a bit, and because I want to, I whisper to him that I want to rim him. And he smiles.
“Justin I said no. Sit on your hands if you have to.”
That makes my dick throb and my face break out in a huge smile.
“You are such a little shit. Do I need to tie your hands behind your back?”
I think he was joking but I nod my head and grin even bigger. He’s never done anything like that before and I want him to so bad I’ll beg if I have to.
I don’t have to. My arms are secured behind my back before I can blink.
He sits in front of me and starts stroking again. I’ve been watching him touch himself for at least the last 20 minutes. I don’t know how he does it, hold off for so long. No one is touching my dick and I can feel my orgasm creeping up.
“Look at your cock Justin.”
I look down and see myself. My dick is almost purple and pulsing with all the blood pumping through it. Pre-come has leaked out of the slit and run down my shaft making me all wet. Brian loves how wet I get.
“You’re going to come just watching aren’t you.”
He isn’t teasing, he wants me to. Loves how easy I am.
“Fucking seventeen year olds.”
His hand is moving fast on his dick and I know he is getting close. I want to do something to help him along, though I know the image of a teenager tied up on his bed about to come all over himself is probably enough.
“I like being tied up, I want you to fuck me like this.”
“You want me to fuck you any way you can get it.”
He isn’t being mean, just playful - and he’s right.
“You know what else I want?”
His hand slows and he looks at me in this hot, menacing sort of way that makes me want to whimper and put my ass in the air, and I know that what I say had better be good.
“I want you to put a cock ring on me and not let me come for hours.”
“I see someone has finally discovered porn on the internet.”
I just shrug the best I can all tied up and wait to see what he does. His face is blank but he gets up off the bed and moves over to the drawer where I happen to know he keeps the toys. He returns to the bed with a metal ring in his hand and I’m thankful at that moment for the nerves I feel fluttering in my stomach because they are probably all that is holding me back from coming.
He puts it on me and everything just throbs. I can’t stop looking at myself.
“You’re supposed to be watching me Justin.”
I pull my eyes away from myself just in time to see his back arch as he comes all over his own hand. I feel smug in the knowledge that he likes me like this too.
He never takes his eyes off me and that is another thing I don’t know how he does. When I come, I lose all control over everything, I go to another place. I always mean to watch him to see how he looks watching me but I can’t.
He holds his come-covered fingers to my mouth. I know instinctively what he wants. By know I have swallowed a lot of Brian’s come and if we’re being honest a few other guys as well, but this is different, dirtier, more intimate. I hesitate for just a second before leaning in and the fucker pulls his hand away.
He stares at me so intently and then slowly brings his hand back to my mouth and wipes a bit across my lower lip. He leans in and pulls my lip into his mouth licking and sucking it clean until I’m sure it is red and swollen. Then repeats the process on one of my nipples.
When his hand returns to my mouth there is no hesitation, I suck the come from each of his fingers until he is completely clean. And then I just want more, want to wrap my mouth around his cock and make him come again just so I can taste it.
But I’m not in the position to do anything, so I wait to see what Brian does.
He carefully places me with my face and shoulders on the bed and my ass high in the air.
“Next time, I’ll tie your arms to the head board and use those hooks above the bed to raise your legs up and expose your ass so you can watch me while I fuck you.”
“I want that now.”
“That is what I like about you, you always want everything now. That, and this.”
His tongue comes down on my hole. This may be my very favorite thing he does to me. When I am alone I have long, elaborate fantasies about exactly what he is doing right now and sometimes better yet, doing it to him. So far I haven’t really figured out how to ask but I’m dying to do this to him.
I try my hardest but for some reason I can never stay in the moment when he has his tongue inside me. I always start thinking about how badly I want him to fuck me and that’s when I usually come. But I can’t right now and it feels amazing. All the pleasure he makes me feel right before an orgasm dragged out indefinitely because as much as I want to, I can’t come.
He reaches around and strokes me and my body convulses. It feels so good and right now I just want anything he wants to give me.
He finally fucks me and he lets me come when he comes.
The whole thing lasted forever and we didn’t talk the entire time. When its over I feel this weird feeling in my stomach and I know there is something important about what we just did. Something more than lust and fucking. The more I’m with him, the more I feel it. But for some reason, tonight I know he feels it too.
It's in the way he looks at me and in the way he touches me and even in the way he fucks me.
Sometimes he does this thing, when it gets like this between us, he pulls away. I can see in his eye he’s about to and I decide not to let him.
I’m untied now and he is moving away from me on the bed, so I roll towards him and then on top of him. And I kiss him long and slow and deep. I kiss him in a way that is unmistakably sexual, but also tender. So he can’t deny it, at least not to himself, at least not right now while I am still here with him.
And then to lighten the mood a bit, and because I want to, I whisper to him that I want to rim him. And he smiles.