Grinders and Grinding
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
990
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Alone in the Woods
And Smash receded into the dim-lit forestry. It was again a time when he needed to be with his thoughts. His encounter had been a strange one, and he was ill at ease with his current situation. Never had he been so thrust into the seat of livid passion, and brushed away as easily. It was another day without, and he would pay a toll at the river Styx for passing into the nether regions of the soul. It hadn't been love, but lust would suffice.
He was unsure as to where Vile had come from. It was just so baffling. He didn't seem to think that another day would go by without wondering where the wonderment wandered. He didn't see the leaves sway in the breeze. Such a captivating sight was alien at this plateau of cognition. And the cognizant were fewer by the day.
All of a sudden Smash heard a bustle from the bushes. He saw eyes looming against his figure. He rushed for the bushes, but the stranger darted before he had reached the shrubbery. He dashed after the man, and run he did; pounding heal to earth. And now the dude was running faster than Smash could keep pace at. He made a ploy for the tree line, and as Smash fled towards his voyeur he fell against the soil. He knee bleeding he stood up and pressed on. His chucks weren't constructed for running long distances, but this was to be not a hindrance for him.
And as he reached the fringe of the tree line, crimson drawing lines down his leg, he stopped with a start. Vile turned around and grinned at him. Startled and a little bedazzled Smash stood there wondering whether to advance or retreat. Vile seemed daunting in the least and his pants grew longer. So now they were standing, face to face, at another epistle to the sundering of wildlife and leaf-strewn soil. It was another day at the hearth of the sun, only now beating down on something more interesting.
Vile grinned again and approached Smash, "hello, dear, so nice to see you again," grinning all the while. It was a silly grin, but with a specimen as impressive as vile smugness seems a reasonable discrepancy, and certainly one that was more palatable. So Vile placed his hand on Smash's shoulder and looked up in the eyes. "Down on your knees, my lad," said he to his acquired companion. And Vile drew his kabasa against Smash's face. "Liven up, sweetheart." So Smash took point to his mouth, and puffed with his breath from the back of his throat into a fleshy stack.
Smash removed himself for a moment and commented "I think you're going to have to do me one better than this, son." With that Vile gyrated harder, forcing himself in plume down the back f Smash's throat. It was a sight to behold that this in the middle of wilderness was perfect with no one around to make a sound. And Vile groaned with damaged breath; forever contoured by the throb "“ the ebb, the flow. It wasn't anything other than magnificent. It was a pale day in remission for the golden dawn. It wasn't another flash in the pan remark at fellatio. Sodomy was a grand thing,
And, in a second, Vile removed himself and slapped Smash in the face with his man meat. He neared climax, and with it pulled back Smash's beaten shirt, and slathered his spawn over his chest; in many a defiant dream had he wished to sin in this manner. It was almost like a dream, everything was hazy except for Vile in full view, who was an excellent specimen. So Smash rose and pushed Vile to the ground and unzipped his pants. He ground the vane across Smash's stomach and wailed into the canopy of green. He took Vile's hand placed it over his member, and Vile because the oscillate it's orientation along Smash's shaft.
Reaching orgasm Smash rammed his sausage o' love down his partner's throat so he could reap the juices of ejaculation. It was a sweet sounded, the muffled wailing, the gurgles. So Smash removed his aerial from Vile's mouth, and Vile pulled him close and expelled hot white admiration open Smash's face. And with that Vile removed himself from the situation, zipped up, and receded from the situation with the tumult of beating soles. Smash just sat there in awe, and wondered where the day would take Vile.
It was one of those days to remember, and as Smash strolled through the forest on the way home he wondered what he would do with the rest of the day, but as he rounded the edge of the forest coming up to his house, he noted police cruisers at front. He dashed quickly, but what had happened?
He was unsure as to where Vile had come from. It was just so baffling. He didn't seem to think that another day would go by without wondering where the wonderment wandered. He didn't see the leaves sway in the breeze. Such a captivating sight was alien at this plateau of cognition. And the cognizant were fewer by the day.
All of a sudden Smash heard a bustle from the bushes. He saw eyes looming against his figure. He rushed for the bushes, but the stranger darted before he had reached the shrubbery. He dashed after the man, and run he did; pounding heal to earth. And now the dude was running faster than Smash could keep pace at. He made a ploy for the tree line, and as Smash fled towards his voyeur he fell against the soil. He knee bleeding he stood up and pressed on. His chucks weren't constructed for running long distances, but this was to be not a hindrance for him.
And as he reached the fringe of the tree line, crimson drawing lines down his leg, he stopped with a start. Vile turned around and grinned at him. Startled and a little bedazzled Smash stood there wondering whether to advance or retreat. Vile seemed daunting in the least and his pants grew longer. So now they were standing, face to face, at another epistle to the sundering of wildlife and leaf-strewn soil. It was another day at the hearth of the sun, only now beating down on something more interesting.
Vile grinned again and approached Smash, "hello, dear, so nice to see you again," grinning all the while. It was a silly grin, but with a specimen as impressive as vile smugness seems a reasonable discrepancy, and certainly one that was more palatable. So Vile placed his hand on Smash's shoulder and looked up in the eyes. "Down on your knees, my lad," said he to his acquired companion. And Vile drew his kabasa against Smash's face. "Liven up, sweetheart." So Smash took point to his mouth, and puffed with his breath from the back of his throat into a fleshy stack.
Smash removed himself for a moment and commented "I think you're going to have to do me one better than this, son." With that Vile gyrated harder, forcing himself in plume down the back f Smash's throat. It was a sight to behold that this in the middle of wilderness was perfect with no one around to make a sound. And Vile groaned with damaged breath; forever contoured by the throb "“ the ebb, the flow. It wasn't anything other than magnificent. It was a pale day in remission for the golden dawn. It wasn't another flash in the pan remark at fellatio. Sodomy was a grand thing,
And, in a second, Vile removed himself and slapped Smash in the face with his man meat. He neared climax, and with it pulled back Smash's beaten shirt, and slathered his spawn over his chest; in many a defiant dream had he wished to sin in this manner. It was almost like a dream, everything was hazy except for Vile in full view, who was an excellent specimen. So Smash rose and pushed Vile to the ground and unzipped his pants. He ground the vane across Smash's stomach and wailed into the canopy of green. He took Vile's hand placed it over his member, and Vile because the oscillate it's orientation along Smash's shaft.
Reaching orgasm Smash rammed his sausage o' love down his partner's throat so he could reap the juices of ejaculation. It was a sweet sounded, the muffled wailing, the gurgles. So Smash removed his aerial from Vile's mouth, and Vile pulled him close and expelled hot white admiration open Smash's face. And with that Vile removed himself from the situation, zipped up, and receded from the situation with the tumult of beating soles. Smash just sat there in awe, and wondered where the day would take Vile.
It was one of those days to remember, and as Smash strolled through the forest on the way home he wondered what he would do with the rest of the day, but as he rounded the edge of the forest coming up to his house, he noted police cruisers at front. He dashed quickly, but what had happened?