Seeking Release
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,645
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Seeking Release
A/N: Alright, so I finally decided to grow a pair of (imaginary) balls and post this. I have some other stuff that I may post (or not)...well I'm planning on this only being a few chapters long. I started it so that I could develop my sex writing skills so any suggestions would be helpful...only sex isn't until chapter 2 so, I'll (hopefully) get that posted soon. And I looked over this but if you see any grammar or spelling mistakes please let me know!
So,now, sit back, relax and enjoy Seeking Release!
Chapter 1
It’s so fucking stupid! Why in the hell did I have to be tall?! Why in the hell couldn’t my boyfriend –excuse me ex-boyfriend just top me?! Once! That’s all that I asked and he explodes like I asked him to fucking dress up like a little girl and blow me into next Tuesday! Seriously!
I’m tall and not just tall, I’m a fucking giant! I stand at nearly six foot six, and I am rugged. In a cowboy sorta way, but I live in fucking New York and you can ask any of my friends, because I’m gonna tell you straight up that I’m a fucking fairy.
Oh, sweet Lord and cocaine, I need a good fucking, right now. A good hard, face smothered in the pillows, ass getting plowed, fuck! But, NO! That good for nothing but sucking cock bastard of mine- excuse me ex-bastard of mine, couldn’t give it to me! He had to throw a hissy fit, and storm out of my apartment screaming “Have a good life!”
Which lead to where I’m at now, Mystic Cave. It’s got heart-pounding music, amazing booze, and lots and lots of cock. But none of them will fuck me!! They all want me to fuck them! Why is it that gay short men, well generally the ones that I know and/or find, want me to do them but they can’t return the favor?! Seriously!
So here I am standing outside one of the best gay bars in New York at three thirty in the fucking morning with a raging hard on and nothing to slack it. My body’s on fire and the cool brick and nearly ice cold air does nothing to cool me down. I slide down the wall in utter dejection and feel my shirt get caught nearly chocking me. Shit, this is just not my night! At all! Freeing my neck, I continue down running my hands over my face and through my auburn hair. I rub harder at my face trying to scrub away some of my unhappiness and wince as I press too hard against my swollen lip.
Jade gave that to me.
We were on my bed and I was leaning over him stroking his cock, getting him nice and hard. I bit his neck gently sucking it, causing him to moan. Then I whispered in his ear, “Hey, Jade, what do you say to topping tonight?”
Apparently he didn’t know what to say, cause his head came flying up from where it was hanging and he glanced back at me stuttering, “W-What?”
I smirked, Jade always looked adorable when he stuttered, which wasn’t often. “Why don’t you top tonight?” He got this doe in the head lights look as he just stared at me. Then out of no where he gets severally pissed off and shoves me off of him, which in turns makes me tumble off the bed and land among our clothes. To say the least I was shocked and didn’t say anything.
Jade stood up from the bed towering over me, still hard as a fucking rock. He was pissed off and Jade is one hot motherfucker when he’s angry and right at that very moment I wanted nothing more than for him to ram his cock into my ass and make me cum. But he didn’t, no the asshole just moved around me picking up his clothes pulling them on.
I was really confused and wondering what in the name of all that’s fucking pink was going on! So I asked.
All I got in return was a slap to the face and a fiercely whispered, “You bastard!” Again, stunned, so, once more, I said nothing. Even after he stormed out and yelled his parting words.
God damn my fucking life. I swear I think that man has something against me. Just because I didn’t go to church all that often when I was young, he now has to make my life a pain…or maybe it’s because I’m gay…
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice asking, “Hey, are you okay?” I looked up from my huddle position on the ground and found an angel looking down at me. Okay, so maybe not an angel but damn if he didn’t come close. He had short, wavy blond hair that just grazed his ears, and a slightly chubby face. I couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but at that moment I didn’t care what they were because with the street lamp glowing behind him he seemed ethereal. “Ummm, you’re not going to be sick are you, because I don’t deal well with puke…” he trailed off as I continued to stare at him.
There was another short silence
before I jumped to my feet, startling him. He took a step back in surprise but that look of concern remained etched on his face. As I straightened to my full height his eyes widened. Yeah, I get that a lot. Then again he wasn’t short either but on me he just barely reached my chin. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I bent down so that I was looking directly into his eyes and asked in a breathy voice, “Will you fuck me? Please?”
His eyes widened even more, before narrowing. “Are you on something? You take some sort of drug?”
I growled, taking my arms away from him and running them through my hair. “No. I swear by cheesecake, that I’m not! I just really, really need a good fuck!”
He was again silent and I was starting to think maybe I should just go home and do it all myself when he chuckled asking, “Cheesecake? Did you just swear by cheesecake?”
I groaned then crouching back down. “I ask you for a fuck and all you can think about is cheesecake? Oh, great gads, this is not my night.”
I saw his feet come into view and felt his hand on my head running my short curly light brown hair through his fingers. “You’re the one who stared swearing by cheesecake, and I never said that I wouldn’t.” I felt my breath catch as his soft strokes in my hair suddenly stop and he grabbed a hand full jerking me to look at him. “But just to warn you, if we do this,” he leaned in to whisper directly into my ear, “I’m going to ride so fucking hard.”
Oh sweet Neptune, I think my angel just became a devil and I can’t wait for him to take me to bed.
End Chapter 1
Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Leave them all in a review!
(And in case you were wondering that imaginary ball comment means that I'm a girl. I can't grow balls....duh.)
So,now, sit back, relax and enjoy Seeking Release!
Chapter 1
It’s so fucking stupid! Why in the hell did I have to be tall?! Why in the hell couldn’t my boyfriend –excuse me ex-boyfriend just top me?! Once! That’s all that I asked and he explodes like I asked him to fucking dress up like a little girl and blow me into next Tuesday! Seriously!
I’m tall and not just tall, I’m a fucking giant! I stand at nearly six foot six, and I am rugged. In a cowboy sorta way, but I live in fucking New York and you can ask any of my friends, because I’m gonna tell you straight up that I’m a fucking fairy.
Oh, sweet Lord and cocaine, I need a good fucking, right now. A good hard, face smothered in the pillows, ass getting plowed, fuck! But, NO! That good for nothing but sucking cock bastard of mine- excuse me ex-bastard of mine, couldn’t give it to me! He had to throw a hissy fit, and storm out of my apartment screaming “Have a good life!”
Which lead to where I’m at now, Mystic Cave. It’s got heart-pounding music, amazing booze, and lots and lots of cock. But none of them will fuck me!! They all want me to fuck them! Why is it that gay short men, well generally the ones that I know and/or find, want me to do them but they can’t return the favor?! Seriously!
So here I am standing outside one of the best gay bars in New York at three thirty in the fucking morning with a raging hard on and nothing to slack it. My body’s on fire and the cool brick and nearly ice cold air does nothing to cool me down. I slide down the wall in utter dejection and feel my shirt get caught nearly chocking me. Shit, this is just not my night! At all! Freeing my neck, I continue down running my hands over my face and through my auburn hair. I rub harder at my face trying to scrub away some of my unhappiness and wince as I press too hard against my swollen lip.
Jade gave that to me.
We were on my bed and I was leaning over him stroking his cock, getting him nice and hard. I bit his neck gently sucking it, causing him to moan. Then I whispered in his ear, “Hey, Jade, what do you say to topping tonight?”
Apparently he didn’t know what to say, cause his head came flying up from where it was hanging and he glanced back at me stuttering, “W-What?”
I smirked, Jade always looked adorable when he stuttered, which wasn’t often. “Why don’t you top tonight?” He got this doe in the head lights look as he just stared at me. Then out of no where he gets severally pissed off and shoves me off of him, which in turns makes me tumble off the bed and land among our clothes. To say the least I was shocked and didn’t say anything.
Jade stood up from the bed towering over me, still hard as a fucking rock. He was pissed off and Jade is one hot motherfucker when he’s angry and right at that very moment I wanted nothing more than for him to ram his cock into my ass and make me cum. But he didn’t, no the asshole just moved around me picking up his clothes pulling them on.
I was really confused and wondering what in the name of all that’s fucking pink was going on! So I asked.
All I got in return was a slap to the face and a fiercely whispered, “You bastard!” Again, stunned, so, once more, I said nothing. Even after he stormed out and yelled his parting words.
God damn my fucking life. I swear I think that man has something against me. Just because I didn’t go to church all that often when I was young, he now has to make my life a pain…or maybe it’s because I’m gay…
My thoughts were interrupted by a voice asking, “Hey, are you okay?” I looked up from my huddle position on the ground and found an angel looking down at me. Okay, so maybe not an angel but damn if he didn’t come close. He had short, wavy blond hair that just grazed his ears, and a slightly chubby face. I couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but at that moment I didn’t care what they were because with the street lamp glowing behind him he seemed ethereal. “Ummm, you’re not going to be sick are you, because I don’t deal well with puke…” he trailed off as I continued to stare at him.
There was another short silence
before I jumped to my feet, startling him. He took a step back in surprise but that look of concern remained etched on his face. As I straightened to my full height his eyes widened. Yeah, I get that a lot. Then again he wasn’t short either but on me he just barely reached my chin. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I bent down so that I was looking directly into his eyes and asked in a breathy voice, “Will you fuck me? Please?”
His eyes widened even more, before narrowing. “Are you on something? You take some sort of drug?”
I growled, taking my arms away from him and running them through my hair. “No. I swear by cheesecake, that I’m not! I just really, really need a good fuck!”
He was again silent and I was starting to think maybe I should just go home and do it all myself when he chuckled asking, “Cheesecake? Did you just swear by cheesecake?”
I groaned then crouching back down. “I ask you for a fuck and all you can think about is cheesecake? Oh, great gads, this is not my night.”
I saw his feet come into view and felt his hand on my head running my short curly light brown hair through his fingers. “You’re the one who stared swearing by cheesecake, and I never said that I wouldn’t.” I felt my breath catch as his soft strokes in my hair suddenly stop and he grabbed a hand full jerking me to look at him. “But just to warn you, if we do this,” he leaned in to whisper directly into my ear, “I’m going to ride so fucking hard.”
Oh sweet Neptune, I think my angel just became a devil and I can’t wait for him to take me to bed.
End Chapter 1
Thoughts? Comments? Concerns? Leave them all in a review!
(And in case you were wondering that imaginary ball comment means that I'm a girl. I can't grow balls....duh.)