No Point

 

​Title: No Point (Because there is no point to this story)

Rating: Between R and NC17

A/N: I had this as a dream a few years back and wrote it down. When I found it again I wondered why I hadn't posted it, so here it is. Enjoy, or don't. I don't care.

 

   Kyle was explaining to Stan, Katherine and Arron what sex would be like in an orgy between all of them. They all knew he'd never been in one but he watched more porn than any of them.

“So we'll all lie down in bed and go to sleep. I'll end up pressed against Katherine and my night time boner will wake up. I'll get one of those great dreams and I'll find myself slipping inside her, fucking her in my sleep. But it won't stop there. When I finally do wake up I'll find Arron watching us, jacking himself off. Watching with greedy eyes, because he's never seen anyone fuck right in front of him.

“And somewhere in there Stan will wake up and realize what's going on and damn if he doesn't get a boner too. He'll slide up to me because he's right next to me and he'll press himself up against me, sliding himself against me while I fuck Katherine. Breathless, I'll spread my legs as much as possible and he'll get the hint. Inching inside me, he'll be breathless with pleasure.”

By now Kyle was speaking mostly to Stan as Arron and Katherine were sneaking out to leave them to themselves.

"But that's not all. I'll feel you sliding inside of me, pressing deep into me and violating me in every possible way. It'll drive me nuts and I'll shoot myself inside Katherine but you're not done, so you keep going and it drives me nuts. I'm back up in no time. You don't know what's going on when I flip over and hold you down all of a sudden, but it turns you on and you know it.

“But I'm not just going to restrain you, no. If I've got you, I'm going to do something with you. I lean down and bite at your neck, making you cry out. I move your legs and find my way inside you, deep within your body I find that bunch of nerves you'd accidentally found in me that made me cry out and suddenly you're a mess. I grin as I pummel your ass mercilessly. But you're getting close to going over the edge, I can't let that happen too fast now can I?

By this point Stan was gasping, grabbing himself through his pants but nothing else, waiting to hear more.

“I freeze, buried inside you and grab your cock to keep you from moving or cuming. 'You are mine' I whisper in your ear. You nod frantically, unable to speak as you've pressed your fist to your mouth to keep from screaming. But I'm not satisfied. 'Tell me' I say. 'Tell me you're mine.' and I move your fist from your mouth and begin to nibble on your ear. It tastes so good. You taste good.

“'I'm yours' you say. 'Always?' I ask, rotating my hips, but not thrusting, driving you mad with passion. 'Always, yes' you tell me. 'Always yours' and I smile, moving again, finally. You scream out. You can't help it, it's just too much and you spill yourself all over the bed. You feel so good, wrapped around my cock like you are. I can't stop myself from cuming inside you. We collapse, a tangle of limbs with my cock plugging you up with my cum. It feels so good, being filled with me, doesn't it?"

Stan was whimpering now, rubbing himself through his pants frantically.

“You want to feel it, don't you? Feel me inside you, being filled with my cum?” Kyle moved closer to Stan, taunting him. Stan nodded desperately. “Say it then.” Kyle told him. “Say it.”

“Please.” But Stan was beyond speaking it seemed.   “Please what? I want to hear you say what you want.” Kyle told Stan. “And whatever you want, I'll do it. You just have to say it.”

Stan whimpered again. “Please, please, something, anything,” He begged incoherently. But Kyle took pity and closed the distance between them, threading his fingers through Stan's hair with one hand and used the other to pull the other boy against him. Lips met in a desperate need to contact as both boys rubbed against each other.

Elated that he was finally getting Stan to himself, Kyle relived both of them of their clothes and meeting again for better skin contact. But Stan had gotten so worked up from the story that he was having trouble holding back. He shot his load soon after his clothes were gone, leaving Kyle to finish.

Grinning, Kyle rubbed his hard cock through the liquid covering his partner and continued rubbing himself all over Stan, his own hardness pressing against Stan's softening member. “I love the feel of your cum on my cock.” Kyle whispered to Stan.

THE END