All I Need
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,977
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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All I Need
Original story. All mine. Not yours.
All I Need
It's still raining; three days straight. It'll flood, that's for damn sure. Normally, the river runs no less than twenty feet below the bank. The water, now, is less than two feet from the bank.
Normally, I wouldn't care too much, not being much for self-preservation; but recently, things seem just a little bit brighter, which is why I, and that brighter thing, are moving my things to the second floor.
That brighter thing, incidentally, is a guy I met at a wicca group I recently joined. I like him. A lot. Not love, but there is an attraction there. At least, I'm attracted to him. I don't think he even looks at other men that way, but I'm fine just being his friend right now.
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The flood receded about halfway up the diningroom wall, after having spent a day there. We were stranded on the second floor, bored out of our minds. I got to see him nude, and he, me. It was his idea, skinny dipping in the livingroom, or Lake Livingroom, as he dubbed it.
As I saw, no, watched him slide his boxers off his slim, well toned ass, hiding my attraction to him started becoming increasingly difficult. We tossed our clothing onto the landing on the stairs and practically dived into the water.
He's only a few inches taller than me, and at it's highest, the water only came to our chests. I moved across the livingroom and looked out the window at the neighboring houses with a hint of sadness in my eyes. They were all abandoned, the people, most with kids, leaving in fear of something worse. It looked almost like Venise out there, only the houses didn't float.
The churning of the water behind me only barely registered in my mind, but when it did, I turned, only to find the object of my most hidden desires, and most obvious arousal, missing in action. I thought maybe he'd gone into another room, so I went to find him. I barely took a step before my physically manifested desire bumped into something warm and soft.
I barely had time to take this in as two strong hands closed on my hips and I was quickly raised from the water, Rocky grinning at me. I couldn't help noticing the proximity of his mouth from my manhood as he tossed me over to where the couch might have been earlier, and I was slightly surprised by how high I was lifted at the apex of my flight, almost two feet.
Horseplay went on like that for a while, and, as I got more used to his presence, my erection faded. After a time we retreated back to the stairs to sit and talk, smoke some cigarettes, and toss back a couple cold ones from the cooler.
We eventually moved up to my room, the other occupied by the salvaged furniture from downstairs, to lay on my king sized, on our backs. We were still nude, but it was warm, so we didn't need blankets. We talked mostly, now, about the other people in our group. My hard-on started to return, but I was too tired to care, and he didn't seem to notice or care.
I drifted off, listening to his lulling, sleep-laced musings, around mid-night. I had some pretty peaceful dreams, then, if not erotic. I think I woke up at about three-thirty, and Rocky had his arms tight around my stomach, grinding his hard lenth along my ass crack, moaning and mumbling and I could tell he was still asleep. I sighed slightly in sleepy contentment and moved with him. His movements were slick and easy and it didn't take much effort on my part at all before he was in me. He was slightly larger than I thought he'd be, but the pain was minimal and I adjusted quickly. Soon, he was moving easily inside me and I was in heaven.
My arms moved down to cover his and, by the way his hands grasped mine, I was sure he was awake. Guilt buried itself deep into the back of my mind and, for the moment, I couldn't bring myself to care. His left hand, then, moved down to stroke my own aching rod, and, as my breathing picked up, so did his thrusting. My head was spinning and my vision blurring, and I let out a surprised yelp as I came, the sudden rush of pleasure blinding me for a moment.
Minutes later, having recovered my senses, I heard him purring slightly and his arms were both around my stomach again, with his face nuzzling my neck. He was still inside me, even as he softened, and we fell asleep that way.
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The mid-morning sun woke us later; we were facing each other now. I smiled slightly at him, nervous, but as he leaned forward and his lips brushed mine, his tongue working it's way into my mouth, the nervousness melted away and we engaged in a repeat performance, even better than the first.
When we finally went downstairs, most of the water was gone. After a few hours, we had the basement pumps on and the water draining out. From there, We began salvaging what we could and went about setting things to right.
I do REALLY like him. And he REALLY likes me. It's not love, but, for now, it's all I need.
END
Good? Bad? Tell me. I like this story-line and might well continue.
All I Need
It's still raining; three days straight. It'll flood, that's for damn sure. Normally, the river runs no less than twenty feet below the bank. The water, now, is less than two feet from the bank.
Normally, I wouldn't care too much, not being much for self-preservation; but recently, things seem just a little bit brighter, which is why I, and that brighter thing, are moving my things to the second floor.
That brighter thing, incidentally, is a guy I met at a wicca group I recently joined. I like him. A lot. Not love, but there is an attraction there. At least, I'm attracted to him. I don't think he even looks at other men that way, but I'm fine just being his friend right now.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The flood receded about halfway up the diningroom wall, after having spent a day there. We were stranded on the second floor, bored out of our minds. I got to see him nude, and he, me. It was his idea, skinny dipping in the livingroom, or Lake Livingroom, as he dubbed it.
As I saw, no, watched him slide his boxers off his slim, well toned ass, hiding my attraction to him started becoming increasingly difficult. We tossed our clothing onto the landing on the stairs and practically dived into the water.
He's only a few inches taller than me, and at it's highest, the water only came to our chests. I moved across the livingroom and looked out the window at the neighboring houses with a hint of sadness in my eyes. They were all abandoned, the people, most with kids, leaving in fear of something worse. It looked almost like Venise out there, only the houses didn't float.
The churning of the water behind me only barely registered in my mind, but when it did, I turned, only to find the object of my most hidden desires, and most obvious arousal, missing in action. I thought maybe he'd gone into another room, so I went to find him. I barely took a step before my physically manifested desire bumped into something warm and soft.
I barely had time to take this in as two strong hands closed on my hips and I was quickly raised from the water, Rocky grinning at me. I couldn't help noticing the proximity of his mouth from my manhood as he tossed me over to where the couch might have been earlier, and I was slightly surprised by how high I was lifted at the apex of my flight, almost two feet.
Horseplay went on like that for a while, and, as I got more used to his presence, my erection faded. After a time we retreated back to the stairs to sit and talk, smoke some cigarettes, and toss back a couple cold ones from the cooler.
We eventually moved up to my room, the other occupied by the salvaged furniture from downstairs, to lay on my king sized, on our backs. We were still nude, but it was warm, so we didn't need blankets. We talked mostly, now, about the other people in our group. My hard-on started to return, but I was too tired to care, and he didn't seem to notice or care.
I drifted off, listening to his lulling, sleep-laced musings, around mid-night. I had some pretty peaceful dreams, then, if not erotic. I think I woke up at about three-thirty, and Rocky had his arms tight around my stomach, grinding his hard lenth along my ass crack, moaning and mumbling and I could tell he was still asleep. I sighed slightly in sleepy contentment and moved with him. His movements were slick and easy and it didn't take much effort on my part at all before he was in me. He was slightly larger than I thought he'd be, but the pain was minimal and I adjusted quickly. Soon, he was moving easily inside me and I was in heaven.
My arms moved down to cover his and, by the way his hands grasped mine, I was sure he was awake. Guilt buried itself deep into the back of my mind and, for the moment, I couldn't bring myself to care. His left hand, then, moved down to stroke my own aching rod, and, as my breathing picked up, so did his thrusting. My head was spinning and my vision blurring, and I let out a surprised yelp as I came, the sudden rush of pleasure blinding me for a moment.
Minutes later, having recovered my senses, I heard him purring slightly and his arms were both around my stomach again, with his face nuzzling my neck. He was still inside me, even as he softened, and we fell asleep that way.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The mid-morning sun woke us later; we were facing each other now. I smiled slightly at him, nervous, but as he leaned forward and his lips brushed mine, his tongue working it's way into my mouth, the nervousness melted away and we engaged in a repeat performance, even better than the first.
When we finally went downstairs, most of the water was gone. After a few hours, we had the basement pumps on and the water draining out. From there, We began salvaging what we could and went about setting things to right.
I do REALLY like him. And he REALLY likes me. It's not love, but, for now, it's all I need.
END
Good? Bad? Tell me. I like this story-line and might well continue.