A Slice of Life - Ch. 1

Hot.

“Are you?” he grunts gutturally as he applies pressure to his hand around my throat. As if to enunciate his point, he withdraws and thrusts into me harshly, striking my prostate once again. I illicit a loud, girly moan, my hard cock smearing precum all along my tummy.

As he drives out and back in to me, I feel his cock ignite a smoldering blaze of feeling inside me. In and out, each time striking my prostate as it bottoms out at its hilt. And before I know it, I can’t take it any longer. Gripping his hips as he pistons his thick cock in and out of my boypussy, I arch my back and moan, my tiny cock erupting in spurt after sticky spurt of hot cum. Glad I’d removed my bra, as some of it shot out powerfully enough to land right on my clavicle, leaving a thin trail down my chest to where my sissy shaft is rapidly receding.

It wasn’t long before I could feel Aren ready to orgasm. Flexing my anus as he withdraws and relaxing it as he enters, he leans down and for the first tender moment in our fucking, he gently kisses me. Hand still on my throat, only gently squeezing now, he thrusts in one final time; he grunts loudly before pulsating inside of me and coating my insides in a thick blanket of sperm.

“Fuck. . . .” he whispers as the intensity of his orgasm grips him like a vice.

Exhaustion grips both of us soon after he slides out of me.

The afterglow. Not often do I get to feel it, but when I do, it’s so enjoyable. My rectum is numb from the punishment he inflicted upon it. “Mmm, I’m going to be sore tomorrow baby,” I coo as I slide the pillow from the small of my back up to my head. Resting down upon it, I look up at him, his gaunt face highlighted only by the streetlights outside my window. Aren brushes his long, unkempt hair out of his face and leans against the wall next to my bed, resting a hand on my thigh. Sighing, he looks down at the mess of clothes on our floor. I wonder what he’s thinking.

We sit in silence, neither of us uttering so much as a word, for a while. This is one of the best things about finding someone you don’t end up hating. You can be comfortable in silence together. It’s rare, even in hetero couples. Even in simple friendships. Then again, what do I know? I’m only 18 years old.