Von felt like he was in some dream world. Every touch by James was so sensual and soft that he could not believe it, he couldn't believe the way his body was feeling it too. James' lightest touch would cause his legs to tremble, the slightest pressure would make his legs spreading open wider. Also, the pain in his ass seemed not to be true, as he felt the excitement and anticipation inside.
Von was really not fond of being poked, though, as James seemed to prepare him for his intrusion, Von was almost ready to start begging for it. The way his two ass cheeks were twitching, and the sort of strange ache between them that made him sweat a little. He knew it was unusual for him to feel this way, as he felt the fingers moved up and down his legs, then down and around between, he was quivering. And then, the tip of the finger would slide across his ass cheeks, just a bit below the hole itself, but not really along the actual slit.
Von felt his body shivering and he felt the increasing excitement, as the finger moved down, then lightly across the base or body of his dick, then along the groins and them along the scrotum to tease the balls. He felt them quiver and felt the vibration coming as the fingers moved lightly over his balls, then back up, more forceful and more inside.
Then, he felt as the finger pressed up and spread his ass cheeks, making them quiver as it slid upwards and towards his tight hole. The tip of the finger looked for it for a few seconds and finally found it. Then, it circled around and played with it, making the puckered hole shiver, before it went away and further up. Von relaxed for a few seconds, though that was enough, as the finger suddenly was down there at his hole again, this time, it pressed forwards, it spread the hole open and in a corkscrew motion, it brought it inside and dug up past his tight and surprised muscles.
Von groaned and yelled out, he was stunned by the quick and sudden penetration. His body shivered as he felt it sunk down further into the bed. He moaned as he felt the finger deep inside of him, pushing his inner body wider and wiggling around as it slid along the lining of an asshole. Then, it suddenly stopped, then started to slide out as his buttocks shivered. And, just when it felt like the finger would come all the way out, a second finger suddenly joined, spreading his hole even wider as it gave him a sudden jolt of pain, though the pain was quickly replaced by waves of pleasure.
The two fingers moved in hard, fast, and hard, then back out and then on. The joined fingers were like a small jackhammer. Von felt them dig in and then pull out, then come back inside and twisted a little and then stop. He felt James' knuckles up near his hole as he felt the whole hand spreading his ass cheeks. And then, he also heard the man's grunts as he twisted his hand around.
Von could feel himself breathing heavily and he could feel his chest beginning to ache as James dug his fingers in harder, then pulled them out, before he drove them in again, and again. That action made Von squirm a little until it suddenly stopped. The pounding pressure was suddenly gone, allowing him to gasp for more air and fill his nearly-emptied lungs. His forehead was covered with small clusters of sweat, as they slowly dripped off his forehead and onto the bed. Von relaxed, but it was only for a short time. He then heard a plastic wrapper being ripped off, he realized what was about to happen.
He could still see that huge dick in his mind, the way it wasn't made small by the hand that was stroking it and aiming it at him. Von could see the huge veins that surrounded that thick piece of flesh, as he bit his lower lip and wondered if he could even take half of it, or maybe, all of it. Then, his legs twitched and he felt the sudden press of something thick, hard and warm between his ass cheeks. He heard James spit, then a wet finger pushed into his hole, suddenly the hard pole was being slid down and wedged tightly between his cheeks.
Von gritted his teeth in anticipation, he waited for a long time, and then it suddenly hit him, as the huge dick was slowly pushed down between his ass cheeks. He could feel his legs spasmed, felt the muscles grew taut as the warm dick had slid down over his little tight hole. The muscles around were tight and tingling from what was about to happen. Then, he slowly felt it press, he felt the enormous pressure of the dick head all across his tight little hole. Von wanted to cry out and to stop it or to not take it, though, instead he bit his lower lip. His muscles grew even tighter as his legs grew even tauter because James started to slowly push down.
Then, he felt the young man's weight pressed on him little by little, he felt the big dick splitting his asshole open as it forced the muscles back and shredding them even, as the big dick head started to enter him. It was indeed painful as sweat was now pouring from every pore in his body and tears welled up in his eyes. And every single muscle inside of him became tighter than possible. The pain was not a quick jolt, James was making him enjoy the moment. James tortured his asshole, as he slowly fed his dick into him, slowly making him feel the penetrating pain and slowly making the muscles release.
The feeling was like a rolling peal of thunder. As the dick pressed into him, his body trembled, and he felt the dick opening him wider than it had ever been opened. But his legs seemed to have automatically tried to spread further apart, and Von felt like his bones were about to be snapped.
He felt the constant pain, menacing and hard, but as it continued to fill his mind, it also slowly felt bearable. It was something his body was willing to accept even though it was painful, and ever harder to even get accustomed to. Then, Von's hands were balled up into fists, and he kept clenching them, then releasing them, then clenching them again, as James continued to slowly insert Von his dick. It aches, hurt, and then suddenly the worst seemed over, as the dick head was past his muscle, the entire dick was now inside.
Slowly, but in a constant motion, the whole dick was sliding deep into his body. Von could no longer hold it, as he cried out now, feeling the release of his pain and emotions. His heart was throbbing and his chest ached, as his legs shivered because entire dick was gradually driven into him. His ass cheeks were sweating and shaking too, and the drops of sweat were falling and running around the big and thick dick stuck inside of him. Von was groaning, as James started to thrust, he began to slowly pull out, then push back in, and again, and again. It was careful and slow and seemed methodical.
His body started to quiver, as he felt the slow rhythm like motion, and later, began to move in sync with it. As James would push down, Von's body would push up, as James pulled out, Von's body would fall down. James' was dripping all over Von's back, and he could feel it, and he could even feel the strange brush of his hair as he began to move his body in and out faster. James' breathing was fast and heavy as well, it blew across his back and cooled the river of sweat that was on his back.
James was blowing out loudly, groaning almost as much as Von was. The scene was truly magnificent though he had taken it, had that big rod in his ass, and shit, it felt good too. The pleasure was intense, especially the way the waves rolled up and down inside of him, making him groan his enjoyment. It was all stunning, as the pace grew faster and harder even. James was starting to pound harder now, the odd little twist, making the dick inside twitch and making it strike against his insides.
Von's eyes were tightly closed as his mouth, making everything seem too dark. Then, he could taste the blood from his lower lip, where his teeth had bitten into the soft flesh, but he didn't mind it and then he felt the bedrock to the steady even motion, the “fight” only grew more intense. His body was in perfect harmony with James, and each downward thrust from James would be met by the loud smack of skin, striking skin, as his own body pushed upwards to meet.
He could feel the dick inside of him, feel the big pole throb, as it dove into him, pull out, and again, and again. Short, quick thrusts soon replaced the fast pace, he moved quicker and shorter, as the breathing became more shallow and labored. He felt the body on top of him quiver and he also felt his own body shiver, then suddenly there was a loud groan, and the pounding pile driving sensation was gone. He suddenly felt oddly empty, though even as he tried to think of what had happened, his body
shivered, as the first hard spurt of warm liquid splashed across his backside.
Well, it was not until the second spurting stream had nearly finished, that he realized James was shooting his sperm across his back. His ass cheeks spasmed tighter and his legs shot out, as the muscles in his back seemed to just shiver and rippled, as more of the creamy milk was shot across his backside. He panted out as he tried to turn over, and managed just in time to see the last spurt of semen fly from the bulged dick head. Then, he had seen it live, the small gray blobs as they exploded outwards, down onto his own tummy. Von felt them strike and felt their heat, as the liquid splashed and spread across his stomach.
Then suddenly, it was all over, and James was looking down at him, an expression of exhaustion across his face was evident, as he leaned back on his haunches and his dick starting to be flaccid. Though Von had noticed that his eyes seemed to be full of life still, as they stared down at him and as they looked at the drying cum on his belly.
Von watched as James slowly stood up, and reached over to take the folded pair of clothes he had brought up with him. He managed to climb into the bed while still staring over at Von. The smile on his face told him he was happy, satisfied and pleased, and as he slipped into his runners, he looked over at his fallen street clothes before he looked up at Von.
“Is it okay if I leave them here? Hmm, I'll just pick them up later when we're all done, and um, maybe, I can snag a ride home with you at the end of this day, I think Harvey will leave early, is that fine?”
Von just smiled as he felt the emptiness inside of his ass and wondered what it would feel like to have James back inside, and for a bit longer.
--THE END—
A Rainy Evening's Blessing
It was one rainy evening and Brent was already feeling bored in his work. In an empty restaurant, he waited anxiously until an hour before closing time. He was suddenly frightened by a dark figure seen in the windows slowly coming in. The thought it was the thief and feared for his life, as his boss had previously been mauled by robbers despite handing them all the cash he had. Brent reached out for his baseball bat underneath the counter, preparing for a possible assault.
It turns out that the upcoming shadow was not a criminal after all. It was a stranger from the South and Brent accommodated him properly, giving him enough food to eat and a cup of coffee.
What he discovered after talking to the guest was something he expected – and always wanted. What was it?
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There was no one eating anymore and he was leaning on the counter and wondering if he might be able to get away with closing early. While he was resting his head on his hands we was also staring out at the blowing rain as it splattered against the big glass windows, knowing that if he did close early, it would be when old man Henry would show up. Brent sighed, as he looked out at the dark night, watching the time pass by.
He was eager to close the grill off, thought it was still an hour before their scheduled closing time. Even the regular customers seemed to have stayed away. Then too, most of them were either call center agents or night shift workers from the nearby establishments. The office workers would head straight to work on a night like this, the call center agents were off looking for a place to hang out to for the night, most likely.
There was a black shadow by the window, then the door suddenly opened. The cold wind immediately ran inside the warm interior, and he felt himself shake a little as the wet figure walked in, shutting the door hard. It was difficult to tell what he looked like, the man was so bundled up but as he walked forward, Brent realized he was dressed in old clothes that didn't look warm either.
As the man came closer, Brent was able to tell that he was young, age no more than 18 or 20. Most probably, he was maybe 19 though he looked so pale and thin, it was amazing he hadn't been blown in by the strong gust outside. The young man had light colored hair that had been matted down from the rain, and his cheeks were a little sunken looking. Though the kid's eyes, they gave Brent a slight shiver as they looked so scared, so exhausted and empty.
Brent could see how scared he was too, which increased a bit the fear inside of him. They had been robbed just a few months back, by some hipsters, and the young man had looked the same. Well not exactly the same, but just as unpredictable. He felt his hands suddenly reach under the counter to reach out for the baseball bat that he had prepared there. Fuck, if he was going to let some hipster rob him up without any difficulties, unlike what had happened Mr. Henry, his boss.
It was why he was working in night shift. Mr. Henry was still taking the time to heal from the beating that he had experienced, and it wasn't like he had resisted either. He had handed over the cash, but still the thief had pistol whipped him, and Brent realized that Mr. Henry simply couldn't face working the nights anymore. Brent didn't mind himself, but now he sort of wondered, as the strange figure headed up to the counter.
It was not a mistake that the young man was scared and felt cold. He was trembling, and shivering just like he imagined a drug addict needing a fix would look. His face grew tired, as he couldn't feel the baseball bat underneath, and he wondered what he would do if the stranger pulled out a gun. Would he try to grab in instantly, or would he do as he was instructed? Would that save him from being mauled?
“How much is a hot soup?”
The thin voice shivered as it spoke, which surprised Brent. Brent looked at the guy, saw him wipe his face with his shirt and not really managing to dry it at all. He was very wet all the way through no doubt.
“$4 per bowl of hot soup.”
“Oh, um, and how much for a half bowl? I think I got $2 here.”
As the young man spoke, he reached into his pocket, and Brent felt frozen, afraid he was reaching for a knife or a gun or some kind of weapon. Instead, he saw him pull out some coins and lay it on the counter. It was a mix of coins, nickels, dimes, and even some pennies.
Brent reached around and grabbed a bowl, he filled it up and placed it in front of the kid. He reached beside him and pulled out a spoon, and some free packaged crackers. His fingers touched the edge of the bat, which he ignored. There wouldn't be a thievery tonight, he thought as he placed the crackers next to the bowl.
The young man looked up, his eyes suddenly looking at him. Brent felt a small fear inside, seeing the look of gratitude in them that made his heart skip a beat or two. It was really formidable as he also saw how hungry the young man was. He couldn't help but notice how his hand was shaking as he held the spoon and sipped at the hot soup.
“Do you want some coffee with that?”
The man paused and looked up, the spoon near his mouth. Brent could see his pale lips shaking, the water still dripping from his hair across his face.
“But I have no more money.”
He said it so gently, so simply that it made Brent shake a bit. He had never had an idea of poverty or known what it was like to not be able to have a full meal. He had seen many of the poor kids who had come in, some with similar looks, but this young man seemed to touch him, unlike the others.
“That's fine, we're about to close, we're only going to throw out the remaining coffee if no one comes in, I bet it's okay.”
“Wow, thanks.”
Looking down at his wrist watch, he realized he could safely close down the grill, but decided he'd have his own meal. One of the perks Henry allowed him, but as he thought about it, he decided maybe he'd make it for two. He took two large patties out of the fridge and had thrown them onto the grill. The sound made the young man glance up, as he took a drink of the hot coffee.
Brent saw the look, knowing immediately that it had been a bit of time from when he had his last meal. He tossed the kid a fresh towel, he asked him if he wanted some snacks or anything. The young man looked down, just nodding, seemingly annoyed by it all.
“Kinda embarrassing to be out there tonight, you from the neighborhood?”
“Oh, huh? No, no, I just got it. It sure is a pretty big place.”
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“Well, I suppose, so where you from?”
“I am from the South”
“Quite far from home huh? You going somewhere special at this time?”
“Well as far as I can get from there, which doesn't seem to be some distance now, guess I should have waited, sorry, it's been a bullshit night.”
“Oh, I see. Uhm, my name is Brent.”
“Hi, I'm Jake.”
He flipped the patties and made himself busy preparing the fries, and slicing up some garlic and stuff to fry up. He managed to refill Jake's coffee, noticing how he held the hot cup, to warm his hands up. Brent couldn't explain it, but he felt very sorry for him.
With everything cooked food, he shut off the grill and laid out the meal. He noticed how wide Jake's eyes opened, as he placed the plate in front of him, filled with French fries, and the hamburger peeking out the sides of the bun.
Jake muttered a thanks, as he picked up the burger, his eyes flickering as he took a bite, and then another. It was clear to Brent, the guy hadn't eaten for a bit, as he ate at his own burger. It was unfortunate, but at the same time he couldn't help but steal glances at the young man. The way his clothes looked rugged and his hair was so matted and even dirty, but yet seemed to give him a rather charming look. Or maybe, Brent thought, it wasn't just the hair or anything else, but the whole package?
He had a neat face and a small nose that seemed to fit the rest of the face. The lips were pale and thin, but every now and then, when they shivered or had some mayonnaise smeared across, it made him look like some farm boy poster. That wholesome look, clean and fresh province type where they rode carabaos, wore loose shorts and skirts.
Watching him, Brent could see he was still trembling every few seconds. The clothes he wore were thin and summer type clothing and it was rainy season already. He wouldn't survive the wet season dressed like that, let alone Christmas season. As he watched him devour the foods, he felt sorry for him.
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