How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) 📗

an’ smeared it ‘round his hole.  He gulped an’ grimaced but said nothin’.  Then I lubed some onto my dick, found his hole with my finger an’ pressed the head of my dick against it.

“Wait,” he whispered, his voice shakin’.  “Will -- will you at least use a condom?”

Fuckin’ idiot.  Like I got AIDS?  In answer, I began pushin’ my way into him.  Slow, like I promised.

He clenched tight, automatically, an’ grimaced.  But the Vaseline did its job an’ I slipped inside.  Slowly glided in deeper an’ deeper till I could feel his balls touching my pubes.  He was gaspin’ an’ tryin’ hard not to cry out, but little yelps of pain kept escapin’.  Once I was all the way in, I held still an’ looked at him.

Oh, holy fuckin’ Jesus, I didn’t want to move.  At that moment, havin’ his ass wrapped around my dick, flexin’ an’ pushin’ at it like he was -- I felt this...this instant of peace.  Felt a moment of perfection.  It was like, this was all I’d ever wanted to do.  This was just how it was supposed to be.  I owned the world an’ the moon an’ the stars.  I rivaled God in my power an’ control.  An’ I never wanted it to end.

But then I started pumpin’ inside him.  An’ it got even better than I could ever have imagined.

I took it slow with Shayes.  Nothin’ to rush.  No reason to prove I was top dog.  He already knew that.  Everybody did.  No, this time I was out for me.  This time it was just sex.  Slidin’ in, my dick sent a rush down to my balls that was as good as the first time you snort coke.  Pullin’ back made my thighs quiver an’ burn an’ tingle with feelin’s I never knew were possible.  Every little whimper or moan he let escape sent my brain reelin’.  Even the hair on his legs ticklin’ my skin an’ even my tits doubled every second of pleasure I got from bein’ inside him.  Oh, shit, shit, shit, this was nothin’ like bein’ with Connie.

I leaned in an’ began suckin’ on his tits.  First one, then the other.  The hair around ‘em felt soft, like down, an’  teased my nose an’ lips an’ tongue as I played with the brown knob.  His pecs were hard -- not soft like a chick’s breasts or even Carter’s -- an’ pressed back against my chin when I brushed against them.

He gasped at me, “Please, don’t...do...that.”

I sucked on ‘em, harder.  I cupped his ass in my hands, playin’ with the bit of hair that danced across it.  It was full an’ firm -- not flat or soft like a chick’s ass or hard like my first punk’s -- an’ fit my hands perfectly.  I loved playin’ with it almost as much as he hated me doin’ it.

Slow in.  Slow out.  No rush.  Not today.  Enjoy.

I straightened up an’ ran my hands up his legs to curl in around his thighs.  The hair was a bit coarser but still felt fine, an’ it tickled my wrists as I pumped.  I was dizzy from the feel of it.

“C’mon...man,” Shayes grunted, “today, okay?  Get it...get it over with...will ya?”

I withdrew almost all the way then pushed back in, even more slowly than before.  “Fuck him,” was the first thought in my mind, an’ I almost let go with a chuckle that welled up deep inside me.  Sometimes I crack myself up.  An’ that almost brought out another laugh.

I looked down at his dick an’ saw it finally startin’ to really stir.  I think for the first time in my life, I actually considered another man’s dick as somethin’ worth appreciatin’.  An’ as dicks go, Shayes had a nice one.  It wasn’t as round as mine.  More like a little oval.  But the skin around the shaft was smooth an’ clean an’ the head -- the helmet, my mom called it the one or two times she bathed me; what a weird fuckin’ thing to remember at a time like this -- that was just as smooth an’ a soft pink.  My head gets to be huge -- almost too big in proportion to my shaft -- but his looked like it might be just the right size.  Looked like I was about to find out.

Little faster.  Little faster.  Not much, though.  Don’t want this to end too soon.  Just a little longer.

Shayes hadn’t noticed he was gettin’ a hard-on but Lenny sure had.  He was watchin’ from the side of the bed, his camera back on its tripod.  It an’ his eyes were glued to the guy’s dick.  I watched him watch it grow bigger an’ bigger till it was floppin’ around on his gut.  It wasn’t gonna be anywhere near as big as mine but Lenny didn’t care.

Shayes finally realized he was hard an’ looked down at his dick, stunned.  “What th’ fuck?”

I snickered, “Never done this before, huh?  Right.”

Shayes shook his head, “No, man -- what’re you doin’ to me?  What th’ fuck -- ?”

I shoved deep into him, harder than I had before.  He cried out an’ looked away from me, his breathin’ gettin’ faster an’ faster.  His dick was still hard though not quite primed yet.  So I looked at Lenny an’ nodded for him to go for it.

Lenny carefully slipped onto the bed -- out of the way of his camera -- an’ slowly reached over an’ touched Shayes’ dick.  The guy jolted an’ tried to wiggle away, but I’d already dug my fingers into his thighs an’ had a good lock on his legs.  He couldn’t do a fuckin’ thing I didn’t want him to do.

“No, don’t...don’t!”

Lenny looked at me an’ I smiled, “Go ahead.”

He took Shayes’ dick in one hand an’ began to stroke it.  He used his other hand to