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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
68,045
Reviews:
90
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
2
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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.
Snowball
James frowned, stepping into the bathroom. Something didn’t seem right at Chyler’s place… Michael’s place! He had to stop this…this… It was Michael’s. He never referred to it as Chyler’s. She was Mike’s baby sister, his…really, really fucking hot baby sister that had wanted him from the day she set eyes on him. It wasn’t right---did he like the girl? She had always made good conversation, seemed funny, and under layers of fat from back in the day, he imagined she would have been cute, but this… This wasn’t the same.
A groan emitted from his lips as he began to strip, tugging every inch of clothing from his body before putting the top down on the toilet after turning the heat on in the shower. He needed to shower… Hunched forward, eyes staring forward unblinking, the male frowned again.
It wasn’t fair. If she had just been any other girl that had happened to, not his best friend’s, he would have already taken her to bed and fucked her brain’s out…
No, that’s not right. I couldn’t do that to Chyler…she’s different… Which wasn’t to say he didn’t want to fuck her brains out. He still had a hard on the size of Texas. Looking down slowly, nine inches of thick, rock hard cock stared back, the wide mushroom head glistening with precome. Mumbling something to himself, he reached down and swiped his thumb over it with a little shudder, gathering the clear, milky fluid onto it before sticking his thumb in his mouth and suckling it off pensively. Maybe he could get her… Ask her out…but Michael. The way he had looked at him, that glare of sheer hate… James knew that Michael was always extremely possessive of his girls. There hadn’t been a single one that the two hadn’t fought over in some form or fashion, whether it was simply that James looked at her the wrong way or that Michael wanted him to just stay the hell away entirely.
He wiped off a little more of the precome and suckled it off again before standing. It wasn’t worth thing about right now. All he wanted to do was imagine Chyler right now…kneeling before him with those soft, pouty lips pursed against his cock. Gripping it around the base, he began to pump, imagining her tongue lapping all up and down it, imagining her suckling on the head and moaning against him. A hand steadied himself against the wall and James began pumping up and down his cock harder, faster, falling back onto the toilet seat. He saw her, taking as much of that long, thick piece of meat into her mouth as she could, eating him, sucking harder and harder and begging with those big, beautiful eyes for him to come in her mouth. He was so close, feeling it well up at the base of his cock, fist pumping every thick inch. He saw her bracing herself as he cried out, shooting strand after strand into her mouth until her cheeks were filling out full. As he came down, he imagined kissing her, taking some of his own come in and swallowing it before she began fighting for it back…but it was just a dream.
Looking down, James frowned at the large puddle of cum on his chest and abdomen. He’d made a mess of himself before the shower, at least. With a sigh, he began smearing it onto his hand, gathering all of it up into his palm. Allowing himself to rest for just a moment, he closed his eyes and began to lick it off, tasting himself, imagining her again… Seated on his lap, small hands wrapped around his big cock…getting him hard again so he could fuck her…take her virginity, like she’d said she wanted in her diaries…
If only he knew it was too late.
~
Little bit of James. Sorry, guys. He won't be saving her this time. :P
A groan emitted from his lips as he began to strip, tugging every inch of clothing from his body before putting the top down on the toilet after turning the heat on in the shower. He needed to shower… Hunched forward, eyes staring forward unblinking, the male frowned again.
It wasn’t fair. If she had just been any other girl that had happened to, not his best friend’s, he would have already taken her to bed and fucked her brain’s out…
No, that’s not right. I couldn’t do that to Chyler…she’s different… Which wasn’t to say he didn’t want to fuck her brains out. He still had a hard on the size of Texas. Looking down slowly, nine inches of thick, rock hard cock stared back, the wide mushroom head glistening with precome. Mumbling something to himself, he reached down and swiped his thumb over it with a little shudder, gathering the clear, milky fluid onto it before sticking his thumb in his mouth and suckling it off pensively. Maybe he could get her… Ask her out…but Michael. The way he had looked at him, that glare of sheer hate… James knew that Michael was always extremely possessive of his girls. There hadn’t been a single one that the two hadn’t fought over in some form or fashion, whether it was simply that James looked at her the wrong way or that Michael wanted him to just stay the hell away entirely.
He wiped off a little more of the precome and suckled it off again before standing. It wasn’t worth thing about right now. All he wanted to do was imagine Chyler right now…kneeling before him with those soft, pouty lips pursed against his cock. Gripping it around the base, he began to pump, imagining her tongue lapping all up and down it, imagining her suckling on the head and moaning against him. A hand steadied himself against the wall and James began pumping up and down his cock harder, faster, falling back onto the toilet seat. He saw her, taking as much of that long, thick piece of meat into her mouth as she could, eating him, sucking harder and harder and begging with those big, beautiful eyes for him to come in her mouth. He was so close, feeling it well up at the base of his cock, fist pumping every thick inch. He saw her bracing herself as he cried out, shooting strand after strand into her mouth until her cheeks were filling out full. As he came down, he imagined kissing her, taking some of his own come in and swallowing it before she began fighting for it back…but it was just a dream.
Looking down, James frowned at the large puddle of cum on his chest and abdomen. He’d made a mess of himself before the shower, at least. With a sigh, he began smearing it onto his hand, gathering all of it up into his palm. Allowing himself to rest for just a moment, he closed his eyes and began to lick it off, tasting himself, imagining her again… Seated on his lap, small hands wrapped around his big cock…getting him hard again so he could fuck her…take her virginity, like she’d said she wanted in her diaries…
If only he knew it was too late.
~
Little bit of James. Sorry, guys. He won't be saving her this time. :P