Chapter 2
My fingers curled into the sheets, and I bit my pillow—my feeble attempt to stifle the lusty groans bubbling in my chest. My ass pressed back against him of its own accord, practically rubbing on his cock.
His fist tightened a little more around my pulsing flesh, and I whimpered into the pillow.
It was more of a broken exhale than a whimper, I guess, but something had to come out, or I would combust.
The slow seduction was steadily becoming torturous. It had been so long since a real hand—other than my own—had touched my dick. The fact that this hand belonged to a—sexual predator?—didn’t seem to matter. My cock didn’t feel “preyed” upon as it eagerly accepted the intruder’s love glove.
My teeth clamped down harder on my pillowcase as my breath hissed softly through my nostrils.
The speed of my heart against my ribs was cause for alarm, but I couldn’t calm it.
The heat of the cuddler’s fist scorched my cock, and the friction of the strokes intensified the burn that poured into my balls, setting them on fire.
I don’t know exactly when they started moving, but I became aware of my hips pushing forward—meager thrusts—falling into the rhythm of his slow stroking hand. With each back-thrust, my ass rolled against him, my sweaty cheeks and his dick juices creating a “slip-n-slide” for his cock.
Very slowly, his hips began to rock, just a tiny bit at first. His swollen erection slid between my slippery cheeks—and it felt fucking phenomenal.
I shuddered helplessly at the feel of his thick—so thick—muscle gliding through my steamy crack, massaging my aching hole.
Then he pushed a little harder, not too much, just enough to grind the root of his cock against my pucker.
Holy hell.
My teeth tore the pillowcase, my blunt nails scratching the thin sheets.
His hand kept a casual rhythm as my dick stretched, swelled, and spit bubbling juices from the tip.
I pushed through his fist with barely contained desperation, wanting to beg him to jerk faster, harder, and wholly convinced that if I didn’t cum soon, my balls would explode—maybe my soul, too.
I swallowed hard, my throat parched and tight.
The air rushing in and out of my overworked lungs kept the passageway dry and barren until swallowing became difficult.
Tears of need welled behind my clamped eyelids.
His hand was wet with my juices, and I could hear him stroking my dick, which, right then, was the most fucking stimulating sound I'd ever heard.
A pathetic whimper scraped up my parched throat and puffed out my nostrils when the cuddler drew his hips back. This time, I was sure he was going in. I silently begged him to take the plunge. Lube or not—I don’t fucking care! Just fuck me! Please, in the name of all that’s unholy—FUCK ME!!
I didn’t stop to consider that I might be losing my mind; who the fuck would want this? I mean, except a horny, deprived soul who hadn’t had even this much action in God only knew when? It didn’t matter whether it was sane behavior—my dick was in control, and we were running on pure lust.
The cuddler didn’t impale me as I’d hoped, but instead shoved his huge cock between my thighs, raking the top of the engorged shaft against my cum-bloated balls.
Oohh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
A twisted prayer? Maybe.
He pushed deeper between my legs, and the plump tip of his cock rubbed along the underside of my throbbing dick.
Oh, sweet Satan!
His pelvis nestled against my ass as his hips rolled gently, gliding his cock back and forth against my balls and dick.
My eyelids fluttered open, and my eyes rolled back in my head as my fingers and toes curled tightly, as if seizing.
My jaw unhinged slightly as my mouth dropped open.
I must’ve looked like a possessed man as the demon within took total control.
What squeezed up my barren throat didn’t sound human at all—more like a dying soul. I clutched my pillow, slowly dragging it to my chest, my face shoving into its softness as more “dying” sounds eeked out of me.
The cuddler’s breath grew hot against my neck, each roll of his hips wringing a puff from his lips that swirled into my ear. His large hand wrapped both of our slippery cocks, squishing the hard flesh together. My hips moved in rhythm with his, stroking our dicks through his fist.
I bit a mouthful of pillow and screamed, then whimpered, then sobbed a little. No shame—you had to be there. You would’ve fucking cried too, with that between your legs.
I began puffing into the pillow, my hips moving faster—I couldn’t stop them—and pressing down against his hard muscle, raking my balls across his hot, pulsating flesh. A broken, guttural “Uuuuhh-huuh-uuhhh” came out of my mouth in one long syllable, as if forcibly exhumed from the core of my being.
I wouldn’t last much longer. I don’t know how I lasted this long.
His fingers tightened, one digit at a time, each locking in like a vice, until his entire fist squeezed our cocks into what could only be described as a unified boner.
I shuddered.
He shuddered.
Resolve burst.
We were “fucking”—hips slapping ass, hand jerking cocks, bed smacking wall, gasping, grunting.
“Uuh-Uhh-UUHH!!” Me on the edge, about to blow my wad.
“Huh-huh-HUUHH!!” Him getting me there. Getting us there like a trooper—a champion of the cause.
Doesn’t stop till the job gets done.
The goofy phrase spun like a top in my head, making me ridiculously hornier.
My head craned back, my neck tendons straining. His brow pressed hard against the back of my skull, his steamy breath surging into my hair. I could feel the tension in his arm, resting heavily on my hip, vibrating through my bones as he vigorously jerked us off.
A sudden, sharp breath gagged me with the first spurt of cum that spewed from my dick.
I managed a quick gasp – “Uuhhh!” – before my full load burst out in thick, globby ropes, squirt after squirt.
Not mere dribbles—my cum shot across the sheets like a fucking firehose as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced ripped through me.
My body contorted, convulsed, as my jaw twisted and a slur of unrecognizable sounds erupted from my throat.
The cuddler emitted similar noises, huffing against the back of my neck like a rutting animal.
His strong hips slapped my ass, and his hand clenched our cocks, furiously stroking.
I had hardly gone down as the orgasm still gripped me, and he squeezed more cum from my cock.
His huge dick remained hard as steel, pulsing like a fucking living thing against the underside of my shaft.
He has to be close—he has to be!
I became obsessed with him cumming. I craved it more than I’d craved my own orgasm. I thrust into his hand with greater enthusiasm, wanting, needing, to feel his cum on my dick.
The cuddler’s breath shorted out. His hand jerked wildly. His chest hitched against my back. His hips lost some of their rhythm as his thrusts turned erratic.
Yes! Yes! My inner lunatic shouted gleefully, almost deliriously. I’m sure, at that point, I had fully lost my mind. I didn’t fucking care. They could send me to the loony bin—after he came.
“Uuuggghhh…” The sound wrenched forth in a guttural rasp, and the cuddler’s body seized. His hand clamped down painfully tight, ripping another gasp from me—then I was rewarded.
His hips jerked in a wild spasm, and hot, creamy cum blasted my piss slit. He kept jerking, smearing his sticky mess all over our cocks. I shuddered and whimpered, still pumping my hips, the heat of his cum getting my dick hard again.
Holy fucking hell—he could make me cum again!
No one’s ever gotten a two-fer out of me in one go; I was excited.