Savage Urges

by Poppy Deveaux

  The two of us were still separated by the covers as we kissed, our bodies frustratingly separated by such a thin layer of sheets, and I promptly remedied the situation, lifting my arm up without pulling my tongue away from his, and swiping the sheets up into the air. Instantly I felt the heat, the dank humidity of his sweaty body wafting over onto my own, and I shivered as I felt a round of goosebumps crackling along my spine. He rolled over toward me, and I once again shook as I felt his incredible penis slap into me, smoldering as a hot poker as it touched down against my thigh, and filling me to the brim with happiness as it intersected my own rapidly stiffening cock. The blood was flowing readily through my veins, rapidly pushing away any semblance of flaccidity in my throbbing member, growing me longer, longer, longer, causing our respective swords to cross- and this, of course, in turn made the arousal all the more intense as it continued to blossom.

  He put his hands on me, as though to get a proper grip on my body, and absolutely fucking ravished me with kisses, nearly suffocating me as he blew and slurped and gargled into my mouth. Our tongues swirled and lashed and lapped against one another, and after a while I thought I might start to pass out from inhaling too much of his breath. He persisted, though, rolling more heavily onto me any time I chanced to pull away, the effect of his dominance not at all an unwelcome one. Then, he proceeded to climb directly on top of me, his body like an additional blanket, our cocks aligned and our chests squeezing together, his strong arms wrapped so intensely around me that I could scarcely move a muscle. He proceeded to dry fuck me as we continued to kiss, grinding his prick across the sweat-drenched terrain of my muscular body, pumping, pushing, squeezing and unclenching the cheeks of his ass as he gyrated on me, slowly pushing out a thick stream of jizz from his engorged tip as I moaned beneath his shifting weight.

  God, oh God almighty... How could I have ever managed to worry when I was so thoroughly wrapped up in the arms of this delicious specimen?

  After some time of this delightful suffocation, he pulled away from me, his teeth sunk into my lower lip as he drifted painfully away, stretching out the flesh in a way that was the least bit painful, and long bands of saliva cording to my gum as he gently released me. Through the intense darkness he leered into my eyes, raising my blood pressure just the slightest bit (not to mention stiffening my erection,) and then licking his lips, giving me a clear enough notion of what was about to take place next, or at any rate very, very shortly...

  This, I could tell, was all going to be about me. Pleasing me, easing me into a comfortable state of mind despite my previous worries- so far, at least, he seemed to be doing one hell of a good job at it...

  He slowly rolled his body off of me, and that in itself was a beautiful enough little torment- it felt good as fuck to have his body heat suddenly dissipate from me, and the cold air come blasting me as though I stood before a fucking AC unit. He scooted back over onto his spot on the bed, shivering slightly because, as I'd noticed, he'd left a pretty damn big wet spot from where he'd perspired there only shortly before. Then, he tucked himself beneath the sheets, disappearing like a fucking mole disappears into the soil, and I braced myself, waiting for his presence to re-emerge. I closed my eyes tightly shut, gritting my teeth, and preparing my body for his sweet, sweet touch. Then, BANG! The shock of my man's touch came ringing through my body, sending shivers along my spine, and causing the cheeks of my ass to clench as tight as the devil, though I resisted, despite it all, the horrendous temptation to let my eyes spring wide open, instead settling for a loud, almost ridiculous gasp.

  Kyle's hand was on my penis, squeezing it so goddamn tight I thought he might tear the motherfucking thing off. I loved the pressure of his finger, his vice-like grip encasing me in a manner that was sweet beyond comparison, and that almost literally made me feel like putty in his hands. He clamped onto my throbbing shaft for dear life, letting the skin singe the palm of his hand, and the jizz gushing readily from my urethra without him even having to begin stroking me. I opened my mouth again, as though to let out some sweet expletive of pleasure, but nothing that came to mind seemed even remotely adequate to express how goddamn wonderful I felt, and how pure the sensations streaming through my body truly were.

  Suddenly, my mind flashed back to that day so long ago, or that, at this point in our familiarity with one another, at any rate, seemed so long ago, when the two of us had first consummated our theretofore unspoken desire for one another. I remembered how fucking clumsy we'd been, how we'd fumbled around, not known what to grab onto, where to dip our peckers, how much pressure to apply, etc. And I smiled despite my agony at the thought that that had all been cast out the window in the interim period since then, the two of us educated by our almost daily bouts of relentless, agonizing fucking, fucking, fucking, getting twisted in the sheets to such a degree it was as though our bodies became encased in a cocoon.

  I snapped back into the present, where Kyle had begun to stroke me, his grip not relenting the least bit, but his stranglehold on my penis tormenting me with such intense pressure that the whipping of his wrist was like the sweetest of tortures. He pumped, and stroked, and caressed me, his touch as sweet as sin, causing my erect cock to throb like a second heart between his fingers, the tip, even in the thorough black of night, glowing like motherfucking Rudolph's nose from the lack of circulation. My jizz caused his pumping to produce a steady squelching noise as he pushed and slid and climbed his fingers along my anatomy, occasionally resting around my hairy base for a moment to play with my scrotum, flopping around my plump red nuts like they were some kind of toys, before proceeding with his masturbatory efforts. My prick tingled with excitement, the friction driving me upward toward the desired point of climax, the sensations getting more and more strenuous as he jerked and jerked and jerked. Up, down, up, down came the skin of my shaft, building up, slackening, and soon he held the flesh in place at my base, letting the sensations build, before at last releasing, at which point I felt a shifting beneath the covers, the hot air of his flaring nostrils on my erection, and I knew full well what I had imminently in store for me.

  “Ohhhhhhh Godddddd...”

  His lips were opened wide as hell, and they melted like chocolate on the tongue around the circumference of my engorged tip, his saliva crackling on my erection as he consumed me, his face sliding down, down, down along the curved blade of my erection, inch by inch by agonizing inch, until at long long last he touched down against the tangled bush of my pubic hair, and my tip jabbed back against the tender pink of his throat.

  I let out a tremendous sigh...

  He held himself there, voluntarily choking himself on my immensity, his cheeks puffed, the saliva pooling up in his mouth in a thick, warm pool, his throat bulging with the insertion of my masculinity. It seemed like ages as he stifled himself there, tormented gagging noises creeping out through his stretched lips, penetrating the sanctity of the covers, and making me horny as hell as I waited for his next move. Then, slowly, very slowly, he began to drag himself back up, up, up along the stiff length of my rock hard cock, building up an immense suction as he crept upward toward my tip, and making me shake with the glorious pressure of it. At last, he arrived at my fat, throbbing purple head, and allowed his mouth to come snapping clean off of me, in such a manner that it was almost jarring, chills running through my body from the blast of frigid air, and my heart beating almost painfully in my ears. Then, quite promptly, he latched himself almost immediately back onto me, the return of his heat filling me with joy, and his lips commencing to sink back down, down, down along my shaft, his tongue rolling along its circumference, until once more he touched down, and I wanted to fucking die from the pleasure of it.

  He then proceeded to deep throat me, swallowing, regurgitating, sucking me up, spitting me out, his lips continually shaping and reshaping around my dick, his mouth frequently making ventures to my scrotum, savoring it just as much as the rest of my pulsing shaft, nibbling slightly on the flesh with his teeth, tormenting
me like you wouldn't believe as he sucked and swirled and lapped me up like a goddamn lollipop. I laid back contentedly on the pillow, spreading out my arms as I watched the lump of his head beneath the sheets bobbing, bobbing, bobbing, suction building and dissipating, my desire continuing to swell as he progressed on and on. How goddamn lucky could a man be, layoff or no layoff?

  Finally, there was one final fall of his head beneath the sheets, indicating that he was holding himself in place up against me, my cock crammed so deep into him that it took a herculean effort not to splooge down his fucking windpipe. Then, I heard an intense snort, and felt his face slide away from my cock, his saliva dripping down along my shaft as he pulled away, and emerged once again from beneath the sheets, with that old familiar smile on his face.

  “Have I calmed you down yet?” he asked, his voice scarcely audible past the ringing in my ears.

  “Almost...” I said playfully, “I think maybe you need to drive the point home for me, though...”

  “Gladly...” he said, still grinning, and he lifted his body slightly up into the air, his legs at my sides, his penis dribbling in the air, swinging wildly with every movement he made. He let out a tremendous slurping sound, then spat forcefully into the palm of his cupped hand, filling it with fluid, and letting it trickle slightly through his fingertips onto my splayed body as I waited for him to continue. He reached behind himself, then, and I tracked the progress of his hand with my eyes as it retreated into the crack of his ass, slapping the load of his fluids inbetween his buttocks, then spreading his thighs wide. I heard the squelching of his fingers as he dug around in his own anus, coating it with saliva, the only lubrication he would be using, I knew, as he stretched the circumference of his sphincter, widening it as much as possible to receive the intense load I was about to plug into him.

  A few more seconds went by, and I watched his penis throb upward a few more degrees, indicating clearly that he was excited for this, until at long last he brought the other arm back around himself as well, and spread his cheeks as wide as he could possibly manage.

  Slowly, slowly, slowly, he lowered his body down, down, down onto me, cleaving himself into on the sharpened blade of my erect penis, and making me dizzy as I sank into his body like a knife through warm butter. It was, to put it lightly, a snug fit... I savored the heat, the tightness of his anus as it melted around my cock, swallowing me into him, and disallowing any desire I might ever have had of leaving. At last he pressed down on me, his hands on my chest, and my dingaling shoved so far up where the sun don't shine that I wasn't entirely convinced he would be able to squeeze me out again once this was all said and done.

  Nonetheless, he began to grind, pulling back up off of me, removing my strangled penis all the way up to its tip, and holding himself in place hovered over me, letting the anticipation mount, second by second rolling along like hours. Then, down, down, back down along me he fell, swallowing me back up once more, that glorious tightness engulfing me like a goddamned Chinese finger cuff.

  “Yes... Yes... Fuck...” I moaned, and he began to bounce on me, moaning with agony as he fucked me, because I'm certain it must have hurt like hell for him to be pogoing up and down on me at the rate he was going- I honest to God had a creeping suspicion that he might snap my fucking prick off at the speed he was slamming himself onto me.

  Nonetheless, he persisted, his nuts flopping around wildly in his scrotum as he dribbled himself on my cock, smacking into me as he hopped and gyrated and convulsed, and his own massive boner swung about wildly through the air, the tip hypnotizing me as my eyes struggled to follow the course of its movements. His screams were going more and more ferocious by the minute, and my own situation was becoming more and more urgent as well, my cock feeling on the brink of detonation, my body shaking beneath him as he plunged up and down on me, my mind reeling, struggling to process this sudden, splendid burst of activity at three o'clock in the fucking morning. His hands were on my chest as he pummeled himself, the fingers curling into my flesh, nearly piercing the skin as his moans of agony grew more desperate. Suddenly, he flung one of his hands up to his left nipple, clutching it, like a girl might grab her goddamn tit while you're fucking her- I had to suppress a laugh at this rather dramatic display, but the opportunity for my distraction proved short-lived, as things were about to come to a head.

  WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

  He smashed his ass down onto me, holding his body in place, and both of us began to cum. Him first, with what I could easily identify from his expression as quite the wretched little prostate orgasm, his eyes clamped shut as he trembled with orgasm, his jiggling shaft throbbing, and then bursting all over me, shooting all over my fucking chest and staining me with his seed, coating my abdomen with so much splooge that I thought it would come flooding over the sides onto the bedspread.

  I barely had time to notice this, however, because I was next. And God almighty, did I ever cum... I moaned, and groaned, and cursed with delight as my sperm came dancing up into the tight crook of his anus, spurting like a geyser into his bunghole, but only making it so far up before gravity fought back, pulling it back down in torrents along my shaft, pooling up in my pubes in huge droplets, and leaving me shaking from head to toe as the last few thick drops of my seed came seeping out.

  And at long, long, long last he pulled me out of him, with quite the loud, suctioned pop as he dismounted, my slick penis swinging through the air as the flaccidity began to return to it. Almost instantly he crept up onto my weary, throbbing body, and I felt his tongue across my abs, licking up his own sperm, and transporting it instantly to my lips as he kissed me. It was salty and tangy, and perhaps the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted as the two of us rolled around like newlyweds in the sticky heat of the afterglow.

  Overall, not a bad way at all to start the morning, not by any means...

  Chapter 2

  I did at last manage to get a couple of hours sleep that night, somewhere in the approximate vicinity of 4 AM to 6 AM, you know, after Kyle fucked me. Then the two of us showered together, making out a bit as we did so, and then made our way to the office, stopping at a gas station to pick up a couple of energy drinks on the way. My anxiety had once again reared its ugly head at the breaking of day, and given that neither Kyle nor myself wished to appear tired, puffy-eyed, and thus expendable throughout the course of the workday, we thought partaking in a snort of extra energy might just do us a bit of good.

  Regardless of how we might have caffeinated, however, it was a bit pointless to try to stand out amongst our fellow co-workers, as immediately upon stepping into the office, it became clear as crystal that no one seated within the building's four walls was in the least bit at ease, nor anywhere near the uppermost of their game. Everyone seemed to bear looks of utter terror on their faces, some of them concealing their fright better than others, but everyone seeming acutely aware of the impending layoffs, and no one really sure what the hell there was to be done about it, save to sit around anxiously, try not to look disposable, and wait.

  Kyle and I exchanged a nervous glance as we paced our way across the floor of the office, both of us erupting in a cold sweat as we progressed, and my throat, I know, as dry as a fucking desert despite my intense desire to swallow.

  The two of us headed over stonily to our adjacent cubicles, sitting down at our desks, and rummaging absentmindedly through the miscellany scattered thereupon. None of us really had any inkling of what we were supposed to be doing- it was, of course, a Monday, which was bad enough in and of itself, but the forgetfulness was amplified by the simple fact that we'd spent the entire weekend fearing potential layoffs, and therefore had nothing work-related on our minds save for that. It then occurred to us, however, that the longer we sat here on our asses like two fucking monkeys, the more likely it was that the two of us might come across as expendable. We exchanged another glance as though each of us was attempting to warn the other of our mutually realized error, and then we quickly craned our necks tow
ard our desks, and grabbed the closest thing nearby that appeared as though it could be worked on, scribbling away furiously. I'm pretty sure I fucked up whatever paperwork I had in doing this, probably irrevocably, but at that point I didn't frankly give a damn, I was just scared shitless of seeming a lazy, nixable employee.

  Suddenly, tearing me from my distraction, a collective hush rolled over the office like a wave, silencing everyone in one fell swoop, and making my throat burn as though I might be on the brink of throwing up. I didn't dare turn my head around and investigate the disturbance, or at least the rational part of my mind tried to talk myself out of it, but my instincts quickly took over, and I found myself peering over my shoulder with almost no control over my body, trying to figure out what the hell was causing this most disturbing hush.

  And then my blood ran colder than hell...

  There she was, Mrs. Kuntz, sauntering in through the front door, her plump, luscious ass bouncing like a basketball as she wiggled her way along through the rows of cubicles, her presence seeming to simultaneously chill and arouse every single man and woman in that office, regardless of sexual orientation. I myself had the strangest erection upon seeing her, almost as though turned on by her supreme authority and my own subordination to her fierce greatness. And tits...

  Suddenly, I heard Kyle hissing in my ear, “Turn the fuck around! She's heading in our direction!”

  “Shit!”

  I quickly swiveled back around to face my desktop, and practically damn near strained my penis as my erect cock got stuck in the folds of my pants, pointing the wrong direction. I could see the glorious feminine specimen reflected in my computer monitor though, her namesake drawing my eyes to it in the crotch of her ridiculously tight pencil skirt, her tits jiggling with every swaying step she took, the entire package of her anatomy filling my body with such conflicting notions that I found myself shivering in my swivel chair, and had to make a supreme effort to still my anxiety.