Seven Deadly Sins

by K D Grace

Suddenly he appeared in view again. Hair roughly dried, dark green towel wrapped around his waist. I could make out the bulge between his legs. Even flaccid his cock packed a good size.

  He took another slug of beer then turned from the window and strode towards the hallway.

  Quickly I fiddled with the straps on my cock, straightened them out and stepped in. These days, I could get my apparatus on in a heartbeat I’d done it so often. Six months ago I would have shaken my head in confusion, now it was all that filled my mind. Wearing it, imagining it, longing for it.

  What would it be like for real?

  Another man, tall, blond, walked across the room with Dai. His name was Nick. Dai often spoke of his friend when we were waiting for the bus. I wondered if he knew how obvious it was from the light in his eyes that I’d guessed how much he loved him.

  Dai smiled, spoke, then reached into the fridge and pulled out another bottle of beer. Flicked off the lid with a silver opener and passed the drink to his companion.

  Nick sat on the armchair that was angled away from my window. Dai folded down opposite on a long, low cherry-red leather sofa. It had small silver feet that held it off the wooden floor and several over-stuffed black cushions lined the back.

  I watched them talking and chugging on their beers. Wondering what two guys spoke about when no one else could hear. Lazily I stroked my cock, swiping my thumb into the slit and curling around the glans. I longed to feel dampness there, pre-cum, a sign that it was enjoying my ministrations.

  Dai stretched sideways and put his beer on a table, beside a chrome lamp with a black velvet shade.

  I gave a firm downward stroke so I applied pressure against my clit. It was clever, this strap-on, it had a hard, raised rubber patch in the panties that was designed to stimulate my tiny portion of pleasure-giving flesh.

  I had to take what I could.

  Nick moved to sit beside Dai. Reached over him and set down his drink. He stayed close, his lips curling into a smile as his his gaze dropped down Dai’s body.

  Heat went to my pussy as blood engorged my now stimulated clit. I knew what was coming next. It was always the same when Nick gazed at his lover then poked out the tip of his tongue, just a little, and licked his bottom lip.

  I was suddenly aware of dampness on my inner thighs. My juice leaking through the gap in the crotch. I couldn’t ejaculate like they could. My arousal was more of a constant stream of moisture. Some women could, so I’d heard, but it had never happened to me. Perhaps I should work on honing that skill. But still, would it really be the same as having pleasure surging up and out in powerful jets? Would it be the release that twisted men’s faces, caused them to yell and grunt and turned every muscle and fiber in their bodies to granite?

  Fondling the base of my shaft, just enough to rotate the rubber gently over my clit, I watched, utterly mesmerised.

  Nick was kissing Dai now. Lazy, long kisses. Stroking his tongue over Dai’s lips as though he truly adored tasting him. Which I believed he did.

  He’d meshed his hand into Dai’s hair, his palm covering his ear and holding him close. A heaviness grew in my belly. The possessiveness of the touch, the certainty of what was going to happen next had my heart beating faster. I knew they wouldn’t disappoint, these two guys of mine. They had no idea I watched their sexy escapades with such longing to be them, to have what they had.

  To penetrate.

  I studied Dai’s groin and slid my hand up my shaft, imagining it filling with blood the way Dai’s was right now. I could see it, growing, tenting the towel. He shifted his hips and gripped the sleeve of Nick’s t-shirt. The towel was barely keeping him covered, the opening where it wrapped around itself now exposed his thick, hairy thigh and the first slant of his hip.

  Nick paused, grinned and looked at Dai’s groin. He spoke and Dai nodded, his lips slightly parted and his chest rising and falling more rapidly than before.

  I would have done anything to know what they said at these moments. Did Nick tease him about the effect he always had on him? At the way he could get Dai’s cock stiff and ready for action with just a promising kiss?

  Through the darkness I glanced at my artificial cock, primed and erect — it always was — and tried to imagine a tingle in its root, the weighty engorgement as it filled with blood and became desperate for stimulation.

  Nick reached down, unfolded the towel from around Dai, peeling it slowly, agonizingly, like a piece of ripe fruit being revealed.

  My breath caught in my chest when I saw his cock, protruding upward, a sentry on duty, so big and alive, thick and vibrant. How would it feel for it, at this moment, to be released and have the cool air washing over the surface? The comparison from being wrapped up, contained to now jutting out in the open, free and awaiting stimulation.

  I smoothed my hands up and down my rubbery shaft quicker, harder. Imagining Nick’s hands on me, caressing me, holding me and giving the love and attention I could only hope my own cock would ever receive.

  Because Nick is good. I would walk on nails to have him touch me. His hands, I have noticed, are dexterous and gentle. He seems to get just the right amount of firmness in his grip, and as I watch now Dai drops his head onto the back of the sofa and flops his knees open. It’s as though the effort of concentrating on anything other than what Nick is doing is just too much. Dai is wanton, desperate for his lover to indulge his desires, but he also has an air of confidence that every need will be met. Satisfaction is the only outcome. He will not be left unsatisfied on any level.

  Oh, how I wish I was him. I would do anything to trade places, to have that organ of pleasure, to have another living person willing to put so much skill and time into feeding its hunger. Taking me to a mind-altering climax and then treating my cum like its heaven-sent nectar.

  I am rubbing faster now, in time with Nick. Re-creating the energy and efficiency that he is putting into wanking Dai. The silicone is heating, but my palm is dry, the action not as smooth as I wished it was. Unlike Dai, I have no pre-cum leaking from my ridiculously shallow slit to lubricate my shaft.

  Cupping my palm, I spit into the centre, a good blob of froth to give some wetness to my shaft. I smooth it on, up and down, but it’s not enough. I part my legs, scoop my fingers into my pussy and collect cream to use along with the spittle. Much better. My arousal holds a certain amount of oiliness, a lubricant designed for gliding, for flesh on flesh, or in this case, flesh on silicone.

  Dai arches from the sofa — his need is reaching high intensity. Nick doesn’t let up, he is fisting up and down as he kisses the taut tendons of Dai’s neck. I can just see his teeth, nipping, creating a little pain to go with the pleasure.

  I am hot now, despite standing in a cool dark room overlooking the night sky. My scent and cream on the shaft makes it feel part of me, we are now connected. I have given it a piece of myself. A part of my secret desire.

  But how I wished I was there. As part of them. I am still besieged with the thought of Nick touching my cock like that — stroking, arousing, delighting himself in the pleasure his strokes induce.

  How can it ever happen? My cock is man-made, not man-real. But I’ve a good imagination and I’m horny and aroused now, masturbating, the rubber gyrating against my clit, building me up. The denseness of the strap-on, dragging around my waist and resting heavy on my mons adds to the pleasure. A whimpered moan escapes my lips and echoes around the room.

  Suddenly Nick pulls back and releases Dai’s shiny, engorged cock, leaving it pointing toward the black uplighter in the middle of the ceiling. He speaks at the same time as he reaches one hand around Dai’s waist and the other over his shoulders.

  I tremble in anticipation; my pussy clenches. God only knows what he is adding to the instruction he is dishing out, but his expression is gruff, his jaw set determinedly.

  Dai twists from his seated position and I feel my own spine twi
tch, almost copying him. In an instant he is on his hands and knees on the sofa, his back bowed like a stretching feline and his head drooped.

  He waits, patiently, while Nick stretches to his full height and begins to strip off his clothes.

  My palm is hot now, the friction from rubbing my shaft has created a burning energy. I adore the feeling, it makes it feel alive. I try to extend the pulsing sensation in my clit right to the tip of my cock, imagine the whole length is buzzing with need.

  Nick is naked and I can see the slight curve in his cock, banana style. He reaches into a box on a nearby table for lube and a condom, as he does so the tip of his penis knocks just below his navel. Ripping the Durex wrapper with his teeth he steps over to Dai who is utterly still except for a slight inward dip in his abdomen as he breathes.

  Dai’s cock is rigid and, like Nick’s, juts towards his belly.

  As Nick rolls the condom down his shaft I mimic his action. My thumb and index finger don’t quite reach around my cock so I turn my wrist, imagining a thin membrane of latex being smoothed down its length. I clench my jaw, grit my teeth, wonder at how the action makes me feel so empowered. I adore this ritual of preparing for penetration. Many see it as an inconvenience; I view it as dressing for the occasion.

  With my fantasy condom in place, rolled right down to the stiff panties of my strap-on, I return to concentrating on the illicit show.

  Nick is behind Dai, one knee on the sofa, the other foot planted on the floor. He is massaging Dai’s butt cheeks, smoothing his hands over the firm, slightly paler flesh enough to stretch his cleft. I can’t see Dai’s anus, but I know Nick will be able to. Nick’s being treated to an amazing view of the dark hole he is about to plunder. The tight ring of tissue that will soon squeeze and hug his entire shaft.

  But Nick loves Dai, the same way Dai does him, and he never shoves in without prep. He knows that would burn in a bad way.

  Jerking at my shaft, my butt trembles as Nick applies lube to his fingertips. He bends down, bites and then kisses Dai’s buttock at the same time as he penetrates him.

  Dai lifts his head, his eyes squeezed shut, his lips a thin line. I’m no stranger to anal sex and know just what he will be feeling right now. He is enjoying that lovely moment of invasion, a bit of discomfort, a lot of pleasure. Allowing and trusting his lover to enter his body in his most secret, sacred place.

  Nick hangs his head low, an expression of absolute concentration on his face as he shifts his finger in and out, or maybe it’s two fingers now. My view is not that good. As he nibbles on his bottom lip he pushes further in until his hand buffers against his lover, knuckle deep.

  Again my ass clenches, but not because I want to have Nick do that to me, but because I want to be the one prepping an asshole, getting it ready for my cock.

  I concentrate on what Nick is doing, how long he works at the delicate tissue, how fast he pumps into Dai. I glance at Dai’s face again. He is moving more now, his body shunting backwards with each forward thrust of Nick’s hand. Nick presses his palm to the centre of Dai’s back and calms his movements. He says something and Dai turns his head, as if disagreeing or pleading, I am not sure.

  Nick nods, withdraws his fingers and grips his sheathed cock. Aims it between Dai’s buttocks.

  Dai is still talking over his shoulder — it looks like the same word over and over — please, please, please.

  My mouth is dry, I lick my lips, try and find some moisture. I’ve been breathing fast during this build up, panting almost. My hands are shaky as I grip the end of my cock and imagine it finding purchase on Dai’s tight rosebud. I freeze, just the way Nick has. He’s tormenting his frantic lover, making him wait an agonizing few more seconds before he gives him what he needs.

  I hold my breath. My pussy is quivering, my clit thudding against the strap-on.

  Nick grits his teeth and squeezes Dai’s hips. He pushes forward.

  Dai’s snaps his neck up, opens his mouth wide and stares straight ahead; though if he is seeing anything at all, what his gaze has settled on I have no idea.

  I copy that slow ride, pushing at my hand and increasing the force I have to fight. In my mind I’m entering Dai’s ass, my cock breaching his tight orifice. The band of taut tissue is clamping around me, objecting to the size of my glans. But like Nick I don’t let up. I keep forging in, making him accept me, take me.

  Dai’s fist is clamped around a cushion, an expression of blissful concentration on his face. Nick’s eyes are steely — nothing will stop him from sinking to the hilt — and when I see his hips settle up against Dai’s ass cheeks I know he is there.

  Slipping my hand to the base of my cock, I think of how it must feel to be so deep inside another person, owning them, claiming them. My clit bobs and a needy feeling of pressure spirals through my pelvis. I shut my eyes for a brief moment, pretending I am Nick and that I have my cock seated to the hilt in Dai. For a second the twisted longing that plagues each and every one of my days settles. I almost have what I want so badly. Nearly, but not quite.

  When I refocus the pace has picked up. Nick is fucking Dai quickly. It seems tonight it’s not going to be a languid, teasing shag, but a fast, urgent mating. My heart knocks. I don’t want to miss a thing. I want to join them, cum with them.

  I spit on my palm again to slicken my shaft further and mirror Nick’s thrusting hips. My timing is spot on; I have practiced all their fuck-speeds before. Nick’s butt cheeks clench as he pounds, so do mine. He grips Dai’s hips, his fingers pale. I grab the windowsill with one hand, pretend its hard bone and flesh and I’m keeping my screw-partner captive.

  Nick’s speed increases, I match him. I’m fucking my hand harder, faster. A sheen of sweat has appeared on both Dai and Nick. Moisture pops on my skin too, my forehead, top lip, cleavage and around the panties.

  They are going to cum. Dai is calling out, his cock swollen and beet-red as it bounces, bashing onto his abdomen with each jerk forward. Nick raises his hand and brings down a hard slap on Dai’s ass cheek.

  Dai responds with a buck and what I perceive to be a yell.

  My clit is rocketing, getting ready to explode. I moan and wank myself with wild ferocity, bashing the rubbery elevation against my swollen nub.

  The men are there. Pearly jets shoot from Dai’s slit onto the red leather sofa, sticky and stringy. Nick throws back his head and his chest rises and falls as though he’s cursing and shouting his bliss to the heavens.

  I hold my breath, allow my own point of no return to claim me, a sweeter than sweet second of envisaging that I’m cuming inside Dai, filling him up as he climaxes around my hard shaft. And then I’m tumbling through ecstasy.

  I watch the final shunts into Dai’s ass as I cum. My heartbeat is loud in my ears; my pussy is clenching around nothing. My hands ache, my wrist hurts, but I don’t let up. I can’t. For this moment is as close as I can be to fucking Dai, and the longer I feel like this the less time I have to cope with the sickness of not having what they have.

  Chapter Two

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  The sunlight snuck into my bedroom the next morning and woke me gently. I was still wearing my strap-on, holding it lovingly with one hand. But my stomach sank when I squeezed and felt nothing. Oh, why hadn’t some overnight miracle occurred and I’d woken up with a real, flesh-and-blood cock?

  Trying and failing to ignore the hole in my guts that just got bigger each time I thought about my lack of dick, I showered, dressed and headed for the bus stop.

  Dai was there, fiddling with his i-Phone and looking tall and lean in a navy suit.

  “Morning,” I said, strolling up to him and getting a whiff of the delicious black-pepper scent he always wore.

  He slipped his phone into his pocket and smiled. “Hi, Helen. How are you?”

  “Not too bad. You?”

  “Great, it’s going to be a lovely day,
the sky is so clear.”

  I glanced up at the sheet of pale blue that blanketed the high-rises. “Yeah, lovely. Couldn’t have asked for more on my birthday.”

  Why did I say that?

  “Your birthday. Hey, happy birthday.” He grinned down at me, showing off his damn cute smile and that slightly wonky tooth.

  “Thanks.” I shifted from foot to foot and thought of how he’d smiled at Nick last night, after they’d finished fucking and Nick had wrapped him in his arms and set him down on the sofa for a lazy kiss.

  “You doing anything special?” Dai asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  He laughed. “For your birthday of course.”

  I shrugged and stared up the street, in the direction the bus would come. “No, not really, I have to work all day.” Where the hell had the birthday comment popped up from? My birthday was in May, not October.

  “What about this evening? No hot guy taking you out for a romantic dinner and lavishing you with gifts?”

  I shook my head and fiddled with the strap-on my handbag. “No hot guy to take me out.” I gave a tight laugh.

  He was silent for a moment, then, “Come over to mine if you want. We can have a drink and you can meet Nick. I am always telling you about him and him about you. It would be great if you could both put a face to your names.”

  A tingle ran over my shoulders, up my neck and down my spine.

  Really?

  “But —” I started.

  “No arguments, you can’t possibly sit home alone on your birthday. Whatever would you do?”

  “I don’t know. I...”

  Watch you and Nick fuck and turn myself inside out with envy that you have cocks and I don’t.

  “Come on.” He spun to me and for the first time ever touched me by placing his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll even get us a bottle of champers.”

  Looking into his eyes I suddenly realized that this could be the break I’d been waiting for. Just what I needed to slow down the festering that was eating me alive.