My Heart Goes Out To You
folder
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,528
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,528
Reviews:
7
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.
Endless Eyes
This chapter is short; but do not complain for compensation is that of 10 being a longer chapter... R+R everyone....
Chapter VIII: Endless Eyes
Time enslaved itself at the very second to Maxwell’s uncouth demise, at Tory’s chaste declaration of celibacy it seemed. Yet his egotistic pride took none of refusal and was accustomed to receive what he desired to the end result in spite of the conditional conclusion. For the time being, reassurance sat settled in the midst of his appetizer salad; all of it being chewed furiously and consumed by his tongue… All of which would be switched entirely as Tory as the hors d\'oeuvre.
‘Tis were not what he desired, was it not? If such was true then why did his heart feel as if it were shattering into countless pieces? Aberrations of weakness and feeble dishonesty wove themselves around him, who was he trying to fool? Maxwell? He could fool Maxwell no longer than he could fool himself… His body wished to ravish him with every fiber of his being or to be ravished…
Gulping down a considerable amount of his water, Maxwell soon fell in contact with the debate of carrying out this mission of a ‘relationship’ with Tory, a meager, pathetic, virtuous schoolboy to amuse himself with. He would fail himself on his time to even get his hand down to his belt buckle and still he managed to reason that eventually in a short period of time, he would fuck him hard… very hard.
Reluctantly, he reached a hand out across the table to engulf his partner’s in an almost painful grip, but all intended of alleged affections. Casually, he threw him a heartening smile embracing his reaction of an offered curved smile as well. He would sleep with the boy to his heart’s content, even if he had to lie for it.
“Tory,” he began. “I don’t really think sex is a big part of our relationship and I blame this on your newfound sexuality change… I’ll wait for you.”
Tory cast him a look of disillusioned confusion to this burst of perfection cryptic as it was. “What do you mean, you’ll wait? I… don’t understand.”
“I’ll wait until you’re ready, love,” he grumbled in admission to how long this would actually draw out. “You can tell me when you are and I’ll… wait.”
“But… you don’t have to,” Tory said. “I… I’ll take a long time and… you deserve—”
Various curses to all the gods he knew and worshipped began to soar as he recalled this line of deserts… Who the hell did the boy think he was? Morality was not of his stature and should not be to him at a boy of his age; and he was riled to no end of this talk of what he needed in fate. He would not be tempted to turn him down…
“I deserve what I want, and that’s precisely you, Tory,” he stated briskly. “Now, I’ll ask you not to enlighten me of my just deserts, darling as I don’t deserve misery, as it pains me to see you put yourself down.” He plastered a cool grin on his face and looked to his eyes, “Let’s leave, I want to hold you in my arms…”
Tory’s heart began to flutter as he took Maxwell’s hand out of the restaurant and was led to his lovely Porsche awaiting them on the parked sidewalk. Gingerly he entwined his hand in his again before planting an unsure kiss on Maxwell’s lips.
“I have to get to work, Maxwell,” he smiled with a blush. “Thanks for lunch, and I… I love you.”
“As do I, darling,” Maxwell stated in monotone kissing him slightly on his cheek. “Are you doing anything in particular tomorrow?”
“No,” he lied with honestly. He was not doing anything and yet he still had to be… “I’m not doing anything.”
“Then you’ll meet me in the park at noon tomorrow,” he said with sure direction. “We can spend some time together.”
“…Romantic… I guess… I’ll see you there. I-I like spending time with you, Maxwell.”
“You’re so cute with that blush of yours; I’ll see you then.”
With a final French kiss on Maxwell’s behalf, the two males parted their separate ways. Maxwell to the luxury of his 25 storey office building and Tory to… some place indescribable to Maxwell’s…
~~~~
It was 4:00 AM when Maxwell looked at his clock, awakened by the loud noise of ringing… let it be that of Mozart. For a brief moment, he decided to ignore the incessant ringing and muffled the sound with a cotton pillow over his head. As the ringing failed to cease, he searched for his petite cell phone in a helpless gesture.
Upon picking it up, he grumbled out an annoyed “Maxwell” and swore that he would have the bastard’s balls who dared to awaken him from slumber. “What?”
“Maxwell,” he heard a light voice say on the other end. “I’m so sorry to wake you… but there’s a good side to it…”
He instantly picked up on the weak offer, and realized who was calling. “Tory? Do you know what time it is? Are you alright?” The last part was truly of acting of course.
“I-I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” he replied with tinges of obvious regret. “Listen, I wasn’t sure I get the chance to call you in the day since you work a lot, and I… can’t make our date.”
“What’s the matter?” Maxwell asked feeling himself unexpectedly coming… concerned?
“I’m not going to work today either… I’m not feeling to well.”
“If this is about what I said yesterday, I meant it, I don’t care about the sex—”
“It’s not your fault,” Tory said smoothly. “I-I’m just not feeling very good, that’s all… I didn’t want you think that I’d purposely stand you up or forget our date because… I wouldn’t.”
“It’s… alright,” he reassured.
“B-But there’s a good side to this too, Maxwell,” he could practically hear Tory lighting up over the phone. “I said that before, right? Well, instead of meeting me for our date, you could sleep off all the time I’m wasting on your phone… like, a nap or something.”
He was about to state that he didn’t take naps but thought against the boy’s optimism. “You’re unbelievable, Tory; I’ve never met a boy like you… worth all of my love…”
Expecting a reply similar to his, he got none. His eyes saw his repented shame along his lovely features, and he knew something was… wrong. “Tory?”
“Sorry, Maxwell,” he coughed. “I have to go… it’s late and I know you have you have a big day planned tomorrow… so,” he sniffled. “… You need your beauty sleep, and stuff, but no matter what, I think you’re beautiful.”
“That’s sweet, Tory,” he commented. “You’ll be in my dreams.”
“You’ll be in mine too, Maxwell.”
After a pause, he felt compelled to curiosity for concern. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Don’t worry about me,” he soothed. “I… I just want you to have a nice day… love.”
“I will.”
“Good, that’s nice to hear… goodnight, or… good morning, Maxwell.”
“Sweet dreams, darling.”
Promptly he hung up, questioning exactly what was going on to make the boy call him at such an ungodly hour? He would question it later… right now; he had an erection to get at…
Chapter VIII: Endless Eyes
Time enslaved itself at the very second to Maxwell’s uncouth demise, at Tory’s chaste declaration of celibacy it seemed. Yet his egotistic pride took none of refusal and was accustomed to receive what he desired to the end result in spite of the conditional conclusion. For the time being, reassurance sat settled in the midst of his appetizer salad; all of it being chewed furiously and consumed by his tongue… All of which would be switched entirely as Tory as the hors d\'oeuvre.
‘Tis were not what he desired, was it not? If such was true then why did his heart feel as if it were shattering into countless pieces? Aberrations of weakness and feeble dishonesty wove themselves around him, who was he trying to fool? Maxwell? He could fool Maxwell no longer than he could fool himself… His body wished to ravish him with every fiber of his being or to be ravished…
Gulping down a considerable amount of his water, Maxwell soon fell in contact with the debate of carrying out this mission of a ‘relationship’ with Tory, a meager, pathetic, virtuous schoolboy to amuse himself with. He would fail himself on his time to even get his hand down to his belt buckle and still he managed to reason that eventually in a short period of time, he would fuck him hard… very hard.
Reluctantly, he reached a hand out across the table to engulf his partner’s in an almost painful grip, but all intended of alleged affections. Casually, he threw him a heartening smile embracing his reaction of an offered curved smile as well. He would sleep with the boy to his heart’s content, even if he had to lie for it.
“Tory,” he began. “I don’t really think sex is a big part of our relationship and I blame this on your newfound sexuality change… I’ll wait for you.”
Tory cast him a look of disillusioned confusion to this burst of perfection cryptic as it was. “What do you mean, you’ll wait? I… don’t understand.”
“I’ll wait until you’re ready, love,” he grumbled in admission to how long this would actually draw out. “You can tell me when you are and I’ll… wait.”
“But… you don’t have to,” Tory said. “I… I’ll take a long time and… you deserve—”
Various curses to all the gods he knew and worshipped began to soar as he recalled this line of deserts… Who the hell did the boy think he was? Morality was not of his stature and should not be to him at a boy of his age; and he was riled to no end of this talk of what he needed in fate. He would not be tempted to turn him down…
“I deserve what I want, and that’s precisely you, Tory,” he stated briskly. “Now, I’ll ask you not to enlighten me of my just deserts, darling as I don’t deserve misery, as it pains me to see you put yourself down.” He plastered a cool grin on his face and looked to his eyes, “Let’s leave, I want to hold you in my arms…”
Tory’s heart began to flutter as he took Maxwell’s hand out of the restaurant and was led to his lovely Porsche awaiting them on the parked sidewalk. Gingerly he entwined his hand in his again before planting an unsure kiss on Maxwell’s lips.
“I have to get to work, Maxwell,” he smiled with a blush. “Thanks for lunch, and I… I love you.”
“As do I, darling,” Maxwell stated in monotone kissing him slightly on his cheek. “Are you doing anything in particular tomorrow?”
“No,” he lied with honestly. He was not doing anything and yet he still had to be… “I’m not doing anything.”
“Then you’ll meet me in the park at noon tomorrow,” he said with sure direction. “We can spend some time together.”
“…Romantic… I guess… I’ll see you there. I-I like spending time with you, Maxwell.”
“You’re so cute with that blush of yours; I’ll see you then.”
With a final French kiss on Maxwell’s behalf, the two males parted their separate ways. Maxwell to the luxury of his 25 storey office building and Tory to… some place indescribable to Maxwell’s…
~~~~
It was 4:00 AM when Maxwell looked at his clock, awakened by the loud noise of ringing… let it be that of Mozart. For a brief moment, he decided to ignore the incessant ringing and muffled the sound with a cotton pillow over his head. As the ringing failed to cease, he searched for his petite cell phone in a helpless gesture.
Upon picking it up, he grumbled out an annoyed “Maxwell” and swore that he would have the bastard’s balls who dared to awaken him from slumber. “What?”
“Maxwell,” he heard a light voice say on the other end. “I’m so sorry to wake you… but there’s a good side to it…”
He instantly picked up on the weak offer, and realized who was calling. “Tory? Do you know what time it is? Are you alright?” The last part was truly of acting of course.
“I-I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” he replied with tinges of obvious regret. “Listen, I wasn’t sure I get the chance to call you in the day since you work a lot, and I… can’t make our date.”
“What’s the matter?” Maxwell asked feeling himself unexpectedly coming… concerned?
“I’m not going to work today either… I’m not feeling to well.”
“If this is about what I said yesterday, I meant it, I don’t care about the sex—”
“It’s not your fault,” Tory said smoothly. “I-I’m just not feeling very good, that’s all… I didn’t want you think that I’d purposely stand you up or forget our date because… I wouldn’t.”
“It’s… alright,” he reassured.
“B-But there’s a good side to this too, Maxwell,” he could practically hear Tory lighting up over the phone. “I said that before, right? Well, instead of meeting me for our date, you could sleep off all the time I’m wasting on your phone… like, a nap or something.”
He was about to state that he didn’t take naps but thought against the boy’s optimism. “You’re unbelievable, Tory; I’ve never met a boy like you… worth all of my love…”
Expecting a reply similar to his, he got none. His eyes saw his repented shame along his lovely features, and he knew something was… wrong. “Tory?”
“Sorry, Maxwell,” he coughed. “I have to go… it’s late and I know you have you have a big day planned tomorrow… so,” he sniffled. “… You need your beauty sleep, and stuff, but no matter what, I think you’re beautiful.”
“That’s sweet, Tory,” he commented. “You’ll be in my dreams.”
“You’ll be in mine too, Maxwell.”
After a pause, he felt compelled to curiosity for concern. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“Don’t worry about me,” he soothed. “I… I just want you to have a nice day… love.”
“I will.”
“Good, that’s nice to hear… goodnight, or… good morning, Maxwell.”
“Sweet dreams, darling.”
Promptly he hung up, questioning exactly what was going on to make the boy call him at such an ungodly hour? He would question it later… right now; he had an erection to get at…