The Weight of the World: Serenity
On September 13, Caleb’s world would change forever, simply because he turned 21. Of course, he didn’t care. Why the hell would he? It’s not like he had anybody to share the milestone with. Hell, up until that point, he never even thought about having a drink–he didn’t care. Besides, what fun is it to get drunk on your 21st birthday when you’re doing it all by yourself? Caleb didn’t have any friends to whoop and holler with. He never did. Caleb didn’t have a woman in his life to share this “wondrous” occasion with. He never did. His entire life had been a lonely mess. Sure, he had his family, but they can only give him so much happiness. He loved them very much, but he wanted more.
Well, didn’t he deserve it? I mean, Goddamn, here was one of the nicest guys you’re ever going to meet! Here was a guy who held doors open for people for no reason! Here was a guy who gave to charity and good causes, out of the goodness of his heart! Here was a guy who paid his taxes and flossed! Not to mention the fact that he was, at heart, a romantic who didn’t care about partying or reckless, promiscuous sex. All he wanted was to be loved, and to love back. He wanted to find the love of his life and make her just feel safe in his arms. Doesn’t a man as sweet and gentle as that deserve happiness?
Of course he didn’t deserve it! I mean, Goddamn, here was a guy who was 330 pounds! Here was a guy who, by two inches, wasn’t even six feet tall! Here was a guy who was so quiet and shy, you wouldn’t even notice he was around if it wasn’t for his disgusting girth! He knows his place! He’s fat, he’s ugly–how does that question even pop into your mind? “Deserves happiness”–you’re sick!
Well, what else was Caleb supposed to think? His peers never taught him anything else. All they did to him was insult him and make horrible assumptions. “So what if he’s nice? He’s got those gigantic man-tits, so let’s make fun of him!” “Yeah, he’s sweet and all, but look at me–I’m beautiful and small and dainty. What would I want with him?” “Yeah, he’s shy, and that’s cute and everything but, nah, he’s not my type. Now, that hunk over there with the washboard abs–now, HE’S my type!”
Caleb gave up pretty damn immediately. By the age of 17, when he had graduated high school, he had stopped trying and had just quit. Seventeen, damn you!! Most people aren’t even done with puberty by that age, and this guy had already given up on even getting a CHANCE! Is that fair? Not one date. Not one acknowledgement. How can someone so caring go all the way through high school without Date #1? Worse yet, how can he reach his 21st birthday without even so much as a friend to celebrate it with, much less a girlfriend? A female acquaintance? A fuck buddy? SOMEONE?
He didn’t deserve his virginity. He hated it. He didn’t want to be innocent anymore. But through all his advances, high school and beyond, nobody ever once gave him a chance (with himself as his largest detractor), and he was too proud and too law-abiding to get a hooker or something. After a while, he didn’t want to just have sex. He wanted to feel loved. On more than one occasion, he just figured that he’d better get used to the loneliness, only to forget and get his hopes up all over again.
Caleb dreaded Tuesday, September 12. He had his birthday off (thankfully) and the rest of the week off after that, so if anyone was going to wish him “Happy Birthday”, they were going to do it on this day. He went to work as the front desk clerk at the nearby motel and, mercifully, he was the only one there that day, save the housekeeping staff, and he hadn’t told any of them about the ‘joyous’ occasion. He was able to do his job without worry and left before his afternoon replacement could say anything that wasn’t work-related.
When he got home, he did the same thing he did every night: nothing. Went online a bit, watched a little TV, and then went to bed.
Note that I said “went to bed” and not “went to SLEEP”.
Hours passed. 10:00, 10:30, 11:00, 11:30. Tossing and turning and shifting and rolling–something nagged at Caleb. He couldn’t shake it.
He needed a drink.
At 11:49–no, no, make that 11:50–he arrived at the Tall Tales Pub. He sat at the bar and scanned the room, which was virtually empty.
“What’ll it be?”
Caleb turned to the gruff man behind the bar who just got his attention.
“Uhm,” Caleb hesitated. “Well, you’ll have to wait ten minutes, but what would you suggest to the first-timer?”
“ID.”
Caleb pulled out his wallet and extracted his identification card, showing it to the barkeep. The 44-year-old ’tender did the quick math, chuckled a bit, then tossed the wallet back to him.
“Cutting things kind of close, eh?” the bartender asked smartly.
“Yeah, well.” Caleb put the wallet back into his pocket absent-mindedly. “So, what would it be? Beer?”
“Well, it takes a while to get used to beer,” the keeper stated. “I’ll start you off light.”
The barkeeper reached above him, pulled a small glass off the rack, and set it down in front of Caleb, then turned and pulled a bottle of Smirnoff Ice out of the lineup, opened the bottle and poured some out for the intrepid young man. He left the bottle beside the glass. Caleb was about to pull his wallet back out, but the bartender waved it off.
“Twenty-first birthday,” he said. “Your money’s no good here.”
“Thanks,” Caleb responded as he looked at his drink. He doesn’t seem to want to drink it immediately, opting instead to just stare at it for a minute. He didn’t get it. Something about this just seemed kind of pointless and inane. “Do I really need to drink this to be any more of a man?” His entire life, he’d been treated like less of a person. It’s not like drinking this one glass of vodka was going to automatically promote him. There had to be another way.
Sex? So what if he never had sex? There are a lot of 21-year-old virgins out there, aren’t there? Hell, people have lived long, fulfilling lives without having sex!
Right?
Still, his thirst seemed magically quenched without downing the alcohol. “Thanks,” he said to the barkeeper before pushing the full glass away and walking out, feeling indifferent.
Caleb walked to his car. How pathetic was he? No friends, no girl, and hell, he won’t even have a damn DRINK, and he’s the legal age!!! “What the hell is the matter with me?” He needed a drink, but he wouldn’t take one. He needed a girl, but he wouldn’t take one. He needed to be happy, but every time he grabbed the brass ring, it slipped out of his fingers. Of all the things he so desperately needed, there was only one that, at that moment in time, he had the ability of taking.
He needed bread.
12:01–he was officially 21 years old, and his first act as a legal American man? Buying a loaf of bread. As he drove into the supermarket parking lot and parked, little did he know the Pandora’s Box he would be opening by swinging his car door open.
“Let me go, Johnny!”
Caleb’s head shot toward the voice at the opposite end of the dark lot. She was trying to loosen her arm from his vise of a hand, trying to remove herself from the position he put her in, between himself and the tree.
“Let GO!”
“I said ‘Listen,’ you bitch!” Johnny, as she called him, refused to let her go, instead tightening his grip.
“You’re hurting me!” she screamed louder, using up all her energy in a futile attempt to escape.
“Oh, what’s the matter, baby?” he responded. “Don’t like a little pain? Well, then you’re going to hate this! You’ll wish you never even HAD that filthy little cunt ‘a-yours!”
“No! Stop it! Please, Johnny, no!”
“Nowhere to run, slut! Nowhere–”
His head was then pulled back by his long black hair. He stopped wondering and started worrying as a small pointy object poked at his windpipe. He’s pulled a small distance away from the girl, but his grip on her left wrist didn’t loosen, mostly out of shock.
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“Now,” Caleb said in his lowest, most threatening voice. “Won’t THIS be an interesting story? You get to tell all your little friends about how you got stopped from raping your girlfriend–”
“EX-girlfriend!” the girl quickly chimed in.
“Sorry. You get to tell them about how you got stopped from raping your ex-girlfriend, by a complete stranger, with a car key.”
“A car key?” Johnny exclaimed. “You crazy? You can’t kill me with that!”
“No,” Caleb replied. “But I can make sure you never sing in the shower again. And you damn sure seem like a ‘sing-in-the-shower’ type. Now, kindly let her go.”
After a few seconds, Johnny let his grip slack, allowing the girl to yank her wrist away, rubbing it with her other hand.
Without releasing his gaze on the potential predator, Caleb spoke up. “Girl? What’s your name?”
“Sera.”
“Tommy. Get in the car, Sera.”
She didn’t hesitate. She power-walked to the passenger side, opening the door and closing it with authority behind her. Caleb released the key from Johnny’s throat and pushed him as hard as he could before going back to the driver’s side. He put the key in the ignition and turned the car on as Johnny was getting to his feet. He reversed as far as he could before putting it in ‘DRIVE’ and speeding out of the parking lot, out of Johnny’s eyesight.
“Thank you SO much, Tommy,” Sera stated, relieved.
“My name’s not Tommy,” Caleb replied.
“Oh.”
Caleb carried the two mugs into the living room of his small apartment, spoons sticking out of the creamy brown beverage. He handed Sera the green mug, keeping the blue cup to himself.
“Thanks,” she said.
“Of course.” He sat in the chair adjacent the couch he placed her on. “Please forgive the mess,” he begged. “I normally don’t have company.”
Didn’t seem all that messy, but she decided to humor him. “That’s OK.” She blew on the hot chocolate before delicately taking a sip. “So,” she placed the cup onto a coaster on the table in front of her. “Caleb. How often do you save damsels in distress?”
Caleb laughed a bit. “Yeah, my mask and cape are at the dry cleaners.” Sera smiled and chuckled, and Caleb’s heart fluttered. This gorgeous woman had a smile that could melt ice. He didn’t know about any other guy, but Caleb’s soft spot was a woman’s smile. He didn’t need to see her half-naked, fully naked, or whatever. Still, with Sera here, it wouldn’t have hurt–she was absolutely breathtaking. She wasn’t supermodel thin, but she wasn’t fat like him, either, not at all. She was that perfect median: just barely enough meat on her bones to give her curves that went for days. Through his mind, only one sentence flew by:
‘She’d never give me the time of day.’
In the midst of her smile, Sera interrupted the moment of levity. “By the way, why did you lie about your name?” She picked the mug up again.
“Figured that’d make me harder to find. Just in case he’s got those kinds of friends.”
“He doesn’t,” she informed him. “I mean, he shouldn’t. I think I know all his friends. We’ve been together for a year now.”
Caleb could see that she was close to breaking down, but he had to ask. “Is this the first time he’s hurt you? Physically or otherwise?”
Her head down, she refused to speak for several seconds. “Kind of ironic, isn’t it? This kind of shit happens to a girl named ‘Serenity’. Everyone just calls me ‘Sera’.” She looked down at her cocoa, staring blankly at it. “I thought he loved me. And I thought he just had a bad way of showing it. Sure, he’d give me the occasional black eye, but he would give me flowers and get down on his knees and shit. He’d beg me for forgiveness and be so sweet. I guess it took a bout of attempted rape to finally make me see the light.” A tear rolled down her cheek as she sniffled. “I got a call from this girl I knew in school,” she was able to get out, through her breaking voice. “She told me that she was having an affair with him–she found an old picture of us in his wallet that we took a few months ago. She told me that if she knew he already had a girl, she never would have done anything with him, but–” Her crying got worse, but she said as much as she could. “I called him on it, but he wouldn’t stop lying, so I walked out. He followed me and–.”
Caleb quickly went to sit beside her. He didn’t know why–his instincts were in full swing tonight. First, the bar, then the thing in the parking lot, and now this. This girl needed comfort. He expected her to create some distance. He expected her to be repelled by him, and he was surprised beyond surprise that she didn’t go running from him already.
But what happened next almost put him into cardiogenic shock: almost on instinct herself, she dug her face into the stranger’s shoulder. Against her better judgment, she trusted this person that she’d known for not even one day. There was something about him, though. Something that made her trust him, his hospitality notwithstanding. The way he looked, the way he acted–sure, he wasn’t the best-looking, but she sensed a charm about him. A charm that attracted her.
Caleb was hesitant to return the embrace. When’s the last time he had hugged somebody? He couldn’t even remember. He raised his arms and hugged her back, holding and petting her aurulent skin.
“It’s OK,” he whispered close to her ear. “Let it out. Let it all out.”
‘Let it out’ she did, sobbing uncontrollably now that she had his permission. She cried for what seemed like minutes before he broke his silence.
“You can stay here as long as you’d like, OK?” He hoped his susurration was bringing Sera comfort. She gently pushed away, sniffling.
“Thanks, Caleb, but,” the shaking girl started, shaking her head. “I don’t want to trouble you. I’d hate to be a burden.”
“No-no-no,” he quickly rebutted. “If it was a burden, I wouldn’t have asked. It’s only until you bounce back from this, and you can do what you please then, but for right now, I think it’s best if you just stayed put and got a good night’s sleep. Besides, I could use the company–it can get really lonely around here.”
The girl kept her head down and her wet eyes closed. Her perfectly-sized bosom heaved as she sighed hard. He touched her chin and raised her face. She looked at him, and their eyes locked.
“Please, Serenity?”
She said his name, and her heart melted. God help her, her heart melted. She smiled and nodded. He mirrored her.
“OK. You take the bed in the next room, I’ll sleep on the couch.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he quickly interrupted her. “I insist. Like I said, you need a good night’s sleep.”
“Thank you, Caleb. Thank you for everything.”
“It’s my pleasure. Let me just go in and straighten things up, OK?”
She nodded. He stood and walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. He sighed heavily, trying to get his bearings in order. The virgin in him came to the forefront of his mind, and he silently questioned if this was the right thing to do. Pushing the thoughts aside, he went to the bed and ripped off the sheets. As he reached into the closet and pulled some fresh ones down off the shelf, his mind raced.
‘I hope she’ll feel better in the morning.’
‘God, I want to kiss those lips.’
‘Does she sleep in the nude?’
‘Who the fuck did that guy think he was?’
‘Does she sleep in the nude?’
He finished fixing the bed and leveling the blanket, then went back to the closet and pulled out a blanket for himself, then took one of the pillows on his bed and opened the room door.
“Sera?”
“Yeah.”
“Room’s ready.” He walked over to the couch and put his pillow and blanket on one end of it. “Sheets are fresh, so that’s one less thing to worry about. Uh, the bathroom’s over there–” he pointed to a door and walked over to it. “If you want to take a shower, feel free; there’s towels and washcloths in there, too.” She stood up and looked at him. “Also, if you want, you can help yourself to any of the clothes in my closet or dresser, but they’re all a little big. I-I only bring it up because I figure I can take those clothes you’re wearing down to the laundry room tomorrow. S-So-So as you can wear them. Tomorrow, that is.”
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She approached him, never taking her eyes off him. Caleb looked at her confused, noticing a slight glint in her eye.
“What’s wrong?”
Sera didn’t respond with words. She lightly reached up and grabbed Caleb by the back of the head and pulled herself up. Closing her eyes, her lips flew toward his. Before they could come into contact, however, she felt Caleb’s hands grab her arms gently and push her away. Caleb pulled her away, conflicted but confirmed.
“No.”
“Why not?” she said softly. “Don’t you like me?”
“Of course I like you, Sera.”
“Don’t you think I’m pretty enough.”
“God, no. You’re beautiful.”
“Then kiss me.”
“No.”
Sera couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I don’t understand.”
“Sera, you’ve gone through Hell tonight, much less this past year. This is the last thing you need right now.”
“But, I want to,” she informed him. “I want to, and,” she paused for a second. “And you deserve it.”
Caleb hesitated with his response. He looked at her and resolved, “That’s exactly why I’m not going to.”
Sera looked down at Caleb’s pants and, seeing a bulge in front, smiled seductively.
“I, uh–I think you want to, as well.”
She rubbed the front of his jeans, which only forced him to reach down and stop her before she could reach his crotch.
“He’s not the one making this decision.”
Sera looked at him with both disappointment and a little anger.
“Sera,” he started, but a second later he decided to tweak his tone a bit. “Serenity. Please understand. I want to. I do. You’re right about that. But I’m not going to take advantage of you. After everything you’ve been through, no way. Not like this. If we had sex tonight, I would be no better than Johnny. You’re hurting, and I’m not going to let you make the mistake of fucking the first guy you see just because of it.”
The anger subsided, but the disappointment still lingered in Sera’s being. Caleb tried to make eye contact. “Do you understand now?” Sera nodded and headed for the bedroom as Caleb watched her. As she opened the door and stepped inside, she looked back at, for all intents and purposes, her savior. And she couldn’t help but smile.
“Good night,” he blurted.
“G’night,” she reciprocated, before closing the door behind her, separating them for the rest of the night.
Caleb turned toward the couch. “My life’s not complicated,” he quietly said to himself. “No, it is not.”
In a tired stupor, Sera moved her eyes around under her eyelids. The light was apparent through them, and the few birds that were outside were letting her know that it was morning. Still keeping her eyes closed, she wondered why her bed seemed so much bigger. Her eyes blinked open as she looked around, and it all came back to her–Johnny, her now-ex-boyfriend, the slight bruises on her wrists, and the nice big guy that helped her out.
‘Oh, God, I tried to kiss him!’
She was ashamed. She never came on to a guy that fast, especially one that looked like Caleb! She never thought about dating someone that looked like him, but the more she thought about it, the more she began to wonder what exactly was so wrong with it. After all, for a large man, he was kind of cute. He wasn’t exactly Colin Farrell, but she could definitely see handsomeness in him. He was just like a big teddy bear. But she never thought about FUCKING a big teddy bear before!
She removed the sheet and blanket from her body. She went to bed with her clothes on–a rarity for her. She looked around Caleb’s room in natural light for the first time, but there didn’t seem to be any distinguishing characteristics—a TV in one corner, closet, dresser drawers, white walls, no posters, a window…pretty bland setup, actually. She opened the door and saw that Caleb was not on the couch.
“Caleb?” she said loudly. No answer. “Caleb!” Again, no answer. ‘Must not be home,’ she thought as she took her first true look around the apartment. She opened the bathroom and glanced inside before going back to the living room. As she looked around, she noticed something VERY curious, something that was not the norm–the walls were virtually empty. There was a light switch beside the front door and a clock above the TV, but there was almost no décor to speak of on the plain white walls. The only other things distinguishable were the three pictures sitting on top of the television. The one on the left was of a middle-aged woman, maybe 40 or 50. The one in the middle was of a younger girl, 14 or 15 or so, and the one on the right was of two much older people in formal wear, as if in a church photo. “Grandparents,” she thought out loud.
Changing her mind about checking out the kitchen or any other nooks and crannies, she decided to head to the bathroom and clean herself up. She first went into Caleb’s room and opened the second drawer of his dresser, checking out his wardrobe. She lifted out a black Pittsburgh Steelers T-shirt that couldn’t have been any smaller than a 3XL. ‘Fuck, this thing’ll swallow me whole!’ she thought before throwing it over her shoulder. Closing the second drawer, she opened the third drawer, which had his pants. Looking for anything small, she saw a pair of blue shorts with an elastic waistband and a drawstring. ‘Better than nothing.’ She headed for the bathroom.
As she exited the shower, her nubile frame dripping from head to toe, she started to smell something, faint yet appetizing. ‘Caleb must be home,’ she realized, as she dried herself off in front of the mirror that stood over his sink. Caleb was nice enough to leave some things out for her–a comb, toothpaste, a toothbrush fresh in the plastic, a bottle of mouthwash, and a cup for rinsing. ‘He sure acts like he gets a lot of company.’
Her hair combed (but still wet), her teeth brushed, her breath fresh, she grabbed the shorts that she picked out. Pulling the drawstring on the shorts as tight as she could, she tied it off so they wouldn’t fall down. She then opened the shirt and put it on—the shirt engulfed her, going down to almost her knees with the sleeves barely (but successfully) reaching her forearms. She almost felt like she wasn’t wearing anything, what with all the free space between her and the fabric, but she was covered up, at least.
She opened the door and headed into the living room, allowing the smell to become stronger. She walked toward the kitchen to see Caleb standing at the stove, flipping something.
“Morning,” she said, proclaiming her presence.
He turned his head around for a second to greet his guest with a smile. “Hey! Good morning. You hungry?”
“Starving.”
“Have a seat–breakfast is almost ready. You in the mood for eggs?”
“Sure. How you making them.”
“Dippy.”
“Yum.” She walked over to the table in the room and sat down at one of the chairs. “You cook, huh?”
Without looking away from the food he was preparing, he smirked. “Am I that transparent?” He flipped two eggs onto one plate, two eggs onto the other, which already had two slices of toast on it. ‘POP’ went the toaster as two more slices came from the top. Caleb grabbed them and placed them on the first plate.
“Where’d you go this morning?” she queried.
“Store. Had to get some stuff.” He grabbed the small tub of butter on the counter and placed it in the middle of the table. He grabbed two forks and two knives out of the drawer, giving one each to Sera and putting one each near his place.
“Orange juice?” he asked. She nodded. “All I have is with no pulp. Is that OK?” When she nodded again, Caleb went to the fridge and got out the carton, went to the cabinet and got the glasses, placed them where they were supposed to go, and poured them accordingly. After doing all this, he finally presented one plate to Sera.
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“Dippy eggs. Enjoy.”
He finally sat down at his place, putting his plate down in front of him.
“This is really great, Caleb. You didn’t have to do all this.”
“You kidding? I’m happy to do it.”
As Caleb used his fork to pierce one of his eggs, allowing the yellow yolk to run out, Sera used her knife to scoop out some butter, then to spread it onto her toast. Caleb dipped his toast into the pool of yolk in front of him.
“Do you an–well, I should say ‘DID’ you and Johnny live together?” he inquired.
“Yeah. Why do you ask?”
“Well,” he began to respond. “I was thinking that, maybe I should go and pick up your things.”
“Oh, no,” she quickly retorted. “I didn’t have very many things. I can buy more.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Let him keep all that shit. The only thing I really had over there that I give a shit about was my grandmother’s necklace.”
She put both her knife and toast down, without having some of the latter.
“Thank you.”
Caleb looked up as he bit into his toast. “Hmm? Oh.” He waved her off. “Like I said, happy to do it.”
“That’s not what I mean. I meant about last night.” She clasped her hands and rested her elbows on the table, on either side of her plate. “There aren’t many guys out there who would have passed up an…‘opportunity’ like that. They would have jumped my bones the first chance they got. But what you did–well, what you didn’t do–it was very noble of you. I appreciate it.”
Caleb swallowed, then hesitated before answering. “Well, I was tempted. But you’re welcome.”
She smiled, and his heart fluttered a bit. God, that smile…Caleb could feel his barriers lowering.
“And for the record,” he mindlessly continued. “I meant every word I said last night.”
As he dipped and bit again, she took a sip of her juice. “So,” she continued. “Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Well,” she figured she may as well probe a bit. “Relationships. You know about mine. What about you?”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Pretty bad, huh?”
“Pretty nonexistent. I never had a girlfriend.”
Her eyes shot open. “What?” He shook his head as he took another bite. “You’re lying.”
“Mm,” he mumbled, keeping her attention as he quickly bit and swallowed the bit of toast in his mouth. “I don’t lie. Well, except for that Tommy thing. But beyond that, I don’t lie. You’re going to know me, you’re going to know that.”
“But, how?” She honestly couldn’t believe it. “You’re such a sweet guy.” He shrugged, giving a placated look. “Have you ever even been on a date?” Now giving a look of disappointment, he shook his head again. “Unbelievable.” She thought a little further. “How is it possible for you to make it this far and never even go out with someone?”
“No one ever said ‘yes’. And before you ask me,” he stated, interrupting her train of thought, knowing her next question. “Yes, I’m a virgin.”
Sera was completely flabbergasted. “Let me see if I can get this straight. You’re a VIRGIN who had a woman lying asleep in the next room–alone, vulnerable, fragile, and just out of a bad relationship–and you didn’t do ANYTHING about it?”
“And before you ask me,” he quickly pointed out. “No, I’m not gay.”
She stared at him with even more respect than before, if that was even possible. How someone with that kind of opportunity to misbehave was able to keep his wits about him…
“Wow,” she blurted. “I guess there ARE still gentlemen in this world.”
He blushed. Sera was just surprised Caleb didn’t start laughing at her, because she had one shocked-as-fuck look on her face. She lost her virginity when she was 16, and here’s a guy at least four years older than that that had never even gotten started! A normal person would have just passed him off as a lost cause. What’s worse than that is that whenever he answered a question, he never added any disclaimers to even suggest that something would at least happen someday. He didn’t say ‘I haven’t had a girlfriend yet.’ He said ‘I never had a girlfriend.’ It’s as if he gave up before he got off the ground. Here he was, seemingly perfectly content with living the rest of his life alone. Meanwhile, she would have gone crazy if she didn’t have someone to talk to at least once a day.
“I still don’t understand, though,” she said. “How can you possibly be happy with the idea of being alone?”
“I wouldn’t say I’m happy.”
“Then what WOULD you say?”
He thought about it and shrugged. “I adjusted. When you grow up alone and friendless and without a snowball’s chance of it–”
“Snowball’s chance of what?” Her tone was shifting from shocked to pissed.
“Being happy. Sera, I’ve met me, OK? I may be a ‘gentleman’ and I may be ’noble’, as you’ve called it, but I also know that I’m not necessarily a people person. Everybody I went to school with, everybody my age that I ever met all taught me the truth.”
“What is the truth?”
He paused before telling her, in his most nonchalant tone, as if it was common knowledge, “I’m expendable. It’s my own fault, really. I mean, I shouldn’t have grown up to look like this,” he stated as he motioned toward his stomach and his face. “Nobody really wants to spend any time with me purely for the sake of it, present company notwithstanding, and even THAT’S through extenuating circumstances.”
OK, now she was COMPLETELY pissed off, but he continued. “Hell, I used to have dreams, just like everybody else. Instead, I’ll be here, in my place, out of everyone’s way. This way, I’m not bugging as many people. Every time I think about being social, I just think of another simple way to absolutely screw everything up. I’m not going to take that kind of risk. No one deserves to see that.”
As he casually took another bite of toast, she glared at him, torn between whether to hate him for what he thought, hate the people who pushed him to thinking it, or hate herself for even bringing the subject into light. Here was the man who had helped her and sheltered her not 24 hours previous sitting here and explaining to her how worthless he was, and he said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world! How is that possible? How is that fair?
Caleb casually changed the subject. “So, do you work?”
Sera shook herself out of her trance. “Uhm, no,” she answered somberly. “I go to school at Penn State.”
“When’s class?”
“Not till this afternoon.” She looks over at the clock, which read ‘9:56’. “Two o’clock.”
“Still got four hours,” Caleb observed. “Oh, your clothes. I’ll take them down to the laundry room for you in a few minutes. Is that OK?”
“Sure, I guess.”
As she put on her freshly-cleaned clothes in the privacy of Caleb’s bedroom, she wandered around again, lost in thought.
‘How can someone so great think so horribly of himself?’
‘Didn’t his family try to help him out?’
‘What kind of fabric softener did he use? These smell nice.’
‘Does he sleep in the nude?’
Wait a minute.
‘~DOES HE SLEEP IN THE NUDE?~ Get a hold of yourself, girl!’
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She walked over to the window, looking out on the town. The sun shined brightly on the late summer Wednesday. She always loved this time of year–the leaves were changing colors, the air was getting crisper and more brisk…autumn was just around the corner. But her mind wasn’t on the weather. Instead, her mind was on other matters. Her mind was on the man that ended her year-long relationship with a man she thought she was in love with. It was on this large, lonely man that didn’t want to take advantage of her or violate her, unlike most of her previous boyfriends. It was on this young ascetic who sincerely believed that his place was out of everybody else’s, and that he didn’t deserve to experience the happiness that everyone else did.
She couldn’t shake the feeling that, for some reason, this seemed almost right. Not the way he felt, but the circumstances. He saved her. He helped her. She needed to pay him back somehow. She felt that she now had a responsibility, a duty.
She needed to prove him wrong.
She opened the door to see Caleb sitting on the couch. He turned the TV off and directed his attention to her. “I was thinking,” he immediately speculated. “I work at a nearby hotel. I have some employee points saved up. If you’d like, I can get you into a room there. You probably don’t want to stay here any more than you’d like, I’d imagine.”
“What, are you trying to get rid of me?” she half-teased. “You don’t want me around, is that it?”
For some reason, he didn’t feel like playing along. “No, it’s not THAT. I just meant that–”
“That I don’t want to be around YOU,” she interrupted.
“Well, that and, in case you haven’t noticed, my place is kind of, um,” He searched for the correct word. “Depressing.”
“No more depressing than staying in a hotel all by yourself.”
“Well, you can’t stay here.”
“Why not?”
“Well, I’m sure you’ve got friends you’d much rather stay with.”
“Well, I do. I used to live in a dorm with my best friend. I suppose I could always move back in with her.”
“There you go. Problem solved.”
“You’re wrong, though.” She was hesitant, but she pressed on. “I WOULD like to be around you.”
It was Caleb’s turn to be shocked. “Uhm–”
“Look,” she stated as she slowly approached him. “Caleb. I know that you don’t exactly think highly of yourself, but…” She sighed heavily, and her speech got softer. “Do you have any idea how many guys would have helped me out the way you did last night?”
“I’m going to say upwards of ‘any’.”
“None that I’VE ever been with. Think about it, Caleb. If you truly WERE the man you thought you were, your instincts wouldn’t have said, ‘Help her.’ They would have said, ‘It’s none of my business.’”
He looked around himself, thinking. Was she right? Was she?
She pressed on. “You said that the only reason you’ve never gone out with someone was because nobody ever said ‘yes’, right?”
He nodded.
“Well,” she continued, almost flirtatiously, but unusually shy. “You’ve never asked ME.”
Caleb’s eyes widened. Was she asking HIM to ask HER out? What the hell was going on here? He may never have dated, but under normal circumstances, a man asks a woman out BEFORE they sleep in the same vicinity.
“Well?” She popped her eyebrow up a bit.
He looked down shyly. “U-um, heh.” It’s very obvious to realize why he couldn’t get this out. It’s not very often that he’s ‘propositioned’ quite like this. “Sera? Uh–Goddamn, I know you’re going to say ‘yes’ and I’m STILL embarrassed.” Sera’s laugh gave him a vote of confidence. “Do you want to go out sometime?” he finally blurted.
She smiled even wider. “Yes. Absolutely.” Caleb couldn’t hide his happiness. “Tell you what. Let me call my friend–she’ll pick me up here and take me to her place for a bit, so as I can get ready. I’ll be back here at 8:00. Say, you pick where we have dinner and, afterward, we’ll go to a club?”
Caleb nodded and shrugged. “Sure.”
“Awesome.” Sera grabbed Caleb’s phone off the receiver and dialed the requisite seven digits before listening. Six seconds later–
“Hey, Val, it’s me.” “Yeah, I know I wasn’t there–look, it’s a long story. I need you to pick me up.” “No, no, I’m not there. I’m at 623 14th Street.” “Yeah.” “Yeah, bring your purse.” “OK, bye.”
She turned the phone off and put it down. She turned to see that Caleb was sitting on the couch, looking forward at nothing in particular.
“Something wrong?” She queried.
He looked at her. “It’s just a new feeling to me, is all. Looking forward to something like this. It’s just not everyday I have something to lose.”
She didn’t show it, but Sera felt a small bit of pride well up in the pit of her stomach. She’s had four steady boyfriends–all handsome with the requisite washboard abs and six feet in height, but never before has she been more inexplicably nervous for something in her life. She understood that he wasn’t experienced. She knew he was going to fumble at least once, and she didn’t care. She wanted this. She wanted to go out with this recluse, if only to show him beyond a shadow of a doubt that he meant something, if only to one person.
“Tell you what,” she finally uttered. “I’m going to wait outside for Val, and I will see you tonight.”
“Sure. Can’t wait.”
“Me, neither.” She went and opened the door. Before closing it, she stood in the threshold and turned around, grinning. “Oh, Caleb?”
He raised his head slightly, acknowledging her.
“Don’t forget the condoms.”
His eyes widened, all train of thought flying out the window upon hearing this sentence. “C-condoms.”
Her voice grew softer. “I know you’re scared. And I know that you’re going to be scared, no matter what I say.” He nodded emphatically. “Well, even so, I just want you to remember that, tonight,” She bit her lip and looked at him seductively. “You have nothing to lose.” Her gaze only broke when the door she was closing got in its way. She walked toward the apartment’s main entrance and waited for her friend’s car.
The End
Teaching My Wife’s Ass
We’ve been talking about this for several weeks now. You were very cute in the beginning. You were so nervous and didn’t want to admit it to me. Finally you come clean. You want to have sex with another man. I was more then a little shocked. Shock quickly turned into excitement. Our emails for the last few weeks have talked about how, when, and with who. I have done research and even contacted several guys. They all want to fuck you.
I have just gotten down there for Christmas. We both have agreed that it won’t take place on this trip. We will have to plan it when I move down there. We do however have to take some pictures of you. You knew this was coming. I don’t think you are ready for the picture shoot but you know it has to be done. We take several lingerie outfits with us to Charlotte and decide to take the pictures there.
We get to the hotel and decide to get the photos done early. It is obvious you are very nervous and not really looking forwards to this. You do not like your body and are confident that no one else will either. I try to allay your fears as I send you into the bathroom to put on your first outfit. I tell you to put on the robe first. We will start light and work our way up.
You emerge from the bathroom wearing a black silk robe. The robe is tied tight at your waist and barely covers your pussy. I tell you to take off your panties and I adjust the top of the robe to show a little cleavage. I have you go through several poses. You are sitting on the hot tub edge, standing by the bed and my personal favorite, you are laying on your stomach on the bed facing the camera. You have your feet crossed and bent up behind you. Your arms are under your chin and you give me a scared playful grin. With you sitting this way the robe rides up just a little giving me the picture just a hint of your cheeks. It is a very hot picture.
Next you go in and put on a red baby doll nightie. The nightie reveals a lot of cleavage with a pretty little bow on front. It is very cute and looks fabulous on you. My dick is starting to get hard just watching this. Once again we take several pictures. I tell you the entire time how hot you look and how beautiful you are. I position your hands and tilt you head, move the material this way and that way. I can tell you are starting to get into this a little. You are trying to be more seductive for the camera. As we get you into a different position, we share light little brushes that send electricity through us both.
You then put on a sexy little chemise. The chemise is red and black and made of satin and lace. The hem has ruffles all around it and little black bows all along the back. When you walk out, my eyes hit the floor. My dick immediately springs fully to erect. Your breasts appear like they are about to spring out of your top. Your ass, I can’t say enough about your sweet little ass. You cute ass cheeks peak out from under the outfit as the ruffle lays on them in a half hearted attempt to conceal what is underneath. You are now really getting into this. If I didn’t know better I would say that you were getting aroused.
Your final outfit is the cutest of the bunch. You are now wearing a red Christmas teddy that immediately sends my heart racing. You are one present I want to open immediately. The outfit is trimmed with white feathers and a black belt along the waist. A bow is placed directly between your cleavage and has a little rhinestone drop coming off it. The front does a good job of concealing your body. When you turn around I see the true magic of the outfit. It is cut high so that almost your full ass is exposed. I almost don’t take pictures as my desire to ripe your clothes off is so great. However, we continue and finish taking these pictures.
Now it is the time I feel you’ll dread the most. Nude pictures. I tell you to get ready and before I know it you are naked. You waste no time taking off your outfit. I have you laying on the bed and standing by the fireplace. I don’t ask you to do anything provocative, just photos. As I am moving your leg into a new position I can see that you are extremely wet. You have been enjoying this some. Your hand reaches up to me and begins to rub my dick through my jeans. You waste no time opening my jeans and freeing my prick. You begin stroking it and look at me with a mischievous grin. As you take me in your mouth I realize I still have the camera in my hand, and I take a couple more pictures. It is incredible watching you. Your mouth strokes up and down me. You take me deep in your mouth, deeper then I think you ever have. You grab my ass cheeks and pull me even deeper into you. After only a couple of minutes I am ready to explode. Sensing this you stop your oral administering and move to the edge of the bed.
I kiss you and move down your body. This moment is hot. I pull you to the very edge of the bed and lay you back. Kneeling between your legs you spread and reveal yourself to me. I can see your juices flowing. You are obviously ready for what is about to happen. Gently I take your legs and move them over my shoulders. Now nothing is between me and your sex. I lean in and lightly blow along your clit. My tongue slowly travels the length of your lips but only slightly contacts them. This drives you crazy. I continue this teasing for a little while. Then moving along your lips I allow my tongue to penetrate you. Now I am licking you along your entire pussy. You are so wet, I can taste your juices on my tongue. Every time I get near I give your clit a small lick. Your scent is intoxicating. My tongue, now held firm, is thrust into your pussy like a mini dick. You jerk a little and a moan escapes your lips. I lightly lick and play with your clit. You are now moaning a lot. I bring you to the brink of orgasm and move down again. I am not ready for you to have your first release. I do this several times more. I get your ready and then bring you back down.
I feel your orgasm approaching again. Right as I sense you are about to release I quickly lick down your slit again. This time I don’t stop at your soaking pussy. I continue and my tongue finds your puckered little hole. Very rapidly I move my tongue around you. It takes only a few seconds and you are now on the verge of an anal orgasm. I know that we need to work on this to get you ready for that night. So I continue my attack on your little bud until you explode. Your orgasm is beyond any words. You can barely talk. I continue my assault for several minutes as you continue to have one long orgasm. I then move back up to your clit. You stop me.
You need me! You are ready for me now! You pull me on top of you and spread your legs wide. With my cock in my hand I rub up and down your slit paying special attention to your clit. Then I finally give you what I can tell you want. I slowly insert into you. Inch by glorious inch, the feeling is incredible. Your pussy immediately grabs hold and envelopes me. You are now moaning and your hands are rubbing along my shoulders. I have now completely entered you. This is a very sexy moment. I don’t want to rush this. I very slowly pull my hips back. You can feel every inch moving inside you. I pull completely out of you. I then slide back in. Your pussy lips have never been more sensitive. I slide in easily and begin to make slow love to you. I am kissing your neck and telling you how good you feel. I love you and the moment connects us more and more.
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After a few minutes of this I can feel my orgasm approaching. I begin to pick up the tempo. I start to move in and out of you faster and faster. I can hear your moaning and breaths as you enjoy the new speed. You move your legs around my waist to allow me a deeper penetration. I begin crashing into you in a fury. I am now thrusting hard. I know that you like it hard and fast. As I slam into you your body begins to buck and shake. I know any second now. I am trying my best to hold off my own orgasm until you have finished. You begin to climax. Your body is thrashing and you are screaming and moaning. I begin to thrust as hard as I can, trying to send you over the edge even more. Then as your orgasm begins to subside I cum. I thrust deep and fill you up. I can’t get enough of this feeling.
As we lay there in the aftermath you come over and snuggle up to me. You ask me in that shy voice of yours if I wanted to try anal sex. This has never been something you like. Nevertheless you know if you are going to have sex with two guys that this will probably come up. I am instantly hard again. The thought of having anal sex with you while you are awake is incredibly hot. I spin you onto your stomach and tell you to just relax. Easier said then done though I’m sure. I then go to the bag and produce lubricant and a small vibrator. I put a small amount of lube on my finger and begin rubbing it along your backside. Starting with very light pressure, my finger moves in little circles around your hole. Slowly I push and can feel your resistance. I pull back slightly and let you relax. Then begin again. This time my finger slides into your back door with little problem. You lay there and allow it but I can tell this isn’t your favorite thing. I work my finger around your sweet butt. In and out I move it. As you begin to relax a little I work a second finger into you. While I move my fingers in and out, I pull them apart in an attempt to widen your opening a little more. You are adamant not to let out any signs of pleasure.
After a few minutes you have really relaxed. I am moving my fingers in and out and you are giving little to no resistance. I then lube up the vibrator and approach your back door. The tapered end of the small vibrator allows it to slide easily into your tight ass. I could be wrong but I think I may have heard a small moan coming from you. You are determined to fight this every step of the way. As I move the vibrator in and out you really begin to relax. I can tell that by now you are not resisting the movements at all. That is when I reach down and turn on the vibrator. A long “Ohhhh” escapes your lips and I begin moving the vibrator quickly in and out. While I am using it on you I am also moving it in circles, relaxing and widening your ass in preparation for me. I then remove the toy and replace it with my cock. As I push against you I feel a little resistance at first. Slowly the head of my cock moves into you and disappears in your sweet hole. I continue pushing in, occasionally backing out a little. Finally I am completely in. You become aware of this as my balls are now resting against your pussy.
I start out very slow. I mean extremely slow. As I pull out and move into you I can tell what is coming. You may not know it but you are about to have your first anal orgasm while awake. As I go completely in again your leg moves up to my ass and holds me there. Your body quakes and you begin to explode. You scream and pant, having a very intense orgasm. You are not done yet though. At this point you lower your leg a little allowing me to pull back. Your leg moves up again pushing me back into you. I know this signal too. You know want it fast. I begin picking up temp. A little faster, then a little faster, then a little faster still. You are moaning and breathing heavily and I can tell that regardless of how much you wanted to fight it, you are enjoying anal sex. I am now thrusting into your ass as fast as I can. I know you to well though. I know from all those nights what is coming next. For some reason you like anal sex to be HARD. And I do mean hard. I start thrusting into you with complete abandon. You are moving your hips back to meet each thrust. Suddenly and without warning another orgasm envelops you. You thrash and scream like never before. You want more, more, more.
“Harder, faster, more…don’t stop.”
I give you everything you ask for. Suddenly, I explode and have to stop. I thrust one last time as hard and deep as I can. While holding it there you moan loudly.
When we are all done and collapse on the bed together I look at you and smile. “So, anal sex isn’t as bad as you thought is it.”
You just look at me and say “it’s weird. I don’t think I’ll ever really be able to enjoy it.” That’s my wife….just had two explosive, violent anal orgasms and still can’t admit that it felt good.
Over the next few times we have sex we continue to try this out. Each time gets easier and easier. During sex you have even started requesting it (under the guise of getting ready for your big night). Your answer still stays the same though. Finally in an email you admit it. It feels great and you like doing it. You are now ready.
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Beware of Karma
Have you ever made the mistake of being too noticeable and attracted the wrong attention? I have. Have you ever caught the attention of something that then decides it wants to own you? I have. Be careful as this is my warning to you, don’t be too arrogant or attention seeking it may bring you more attention and trouble then you wanted. I was arrogant and attention seeking enough that I challenged trouble and karma sent trouble straight back at me.
I suppose you want to know who I am, don’t you? My mother gave me the name Christian but most people call me Chris if they know what’s good for them. With a name like Christian you have to be particular about that sort of thing. Now I’ve added on the name Shax but explanations for that can wait. I am a thief, a liar, a deceiver and at times a trickster; I’m a bold brat for better of another world and proud of it.
I am 5'10 and my body is lean with a certain wiry strength but I am on the small side, I was always the type who ate like a truck and never gained any weight for my trouble. My narrow shoulders, lean, flexible body and small, nimble fingers enable me to be good at what I did and still carry on.
My Irish mother gave me her thick, wavy black hair that I wear to the bottom of my ears; it’s always a bit tousled no matter what I do to it. From her I got my rosy cheeked skin but missed out on inheriting her green eyes, my eyes are cold, icy black, no bullshit they are actually black and I’m often told that my cold gaze is unnerving. The proud, regal cast to my features saves my face from being a little too delicate, a little too fey. No boy likes to be pretty or on the small side, I was no exception.
I was roundly picked on and beaten up until I learned to fight back. I was only 11 when I met my best friend Jared and his group of street thieves. I learned enough nasty tricks from them that I learned to fight off my attackers. I was cocky and a scrappy enough kid that I would pick my own fights. It amuses me now to remember how proud I was to have earned a big enough reputation to be given a wide berth.
I had a talent for lying and being a thief it would seem, but that wasn’t all I had a talent for, I was always a little different. A hungry, dark power coiled deep inside me, sleeping like some sleek predatory beast. It only took for me to see or sense anger, rage, or lust in somebody and I would get the unsettling feeling of that feral energy stirring.
I will admit that there were times I tapped into that shadowy power if somebody pissed me off or when I was compelled to. I’d trap the person in my icy, magnetic glare and allow the power to stir and pounce. I was too young and inexperienced to realise what was happening, to know that I was stealing life force, the souls of those people. What I did understand was that the pure energy I pulled from them fed me and gave me the best high.
My mother was an alcoholic but a contented one, luckily the death of a maternal aunt left her with enough money that we never worried about money. I remember she’d drape herself comfortably in the hammock that was stretched between the two ancient plum trees in the back yard. In the shade of the trees she’d hold a mug of cheap wine or whiskey in her tiny, elegant hands and stare dreamily into space. She often told strange stories about demon prince lovers and Irish legends in her soft, lilting voice while I curled up beside her in that big, and comfortable hammock. My mother when she wasn’t drunk was a tender, but absentminded figure in my life and I was allowed to run wild for the most part.
Then came the day that changed my life, I still remember it like it was yesterday. It was my eighteenth birthday; earlier on I had gotten drunk and stoned with Jared and a few other boys from our little gang in a graveyard. I was sprawled lazily in the grass, bored and restless, taking an occasional turn with the joint being passed around our group. I was staring at the dark sky above me and don’t know what possessed me that night, my boredom? My restlessness or the weed we were smoking? I dared the heaven’s stretching above me. I was listening to my friends talking shit but inside I continued with my silent taunts and jeers to the stars. I felt the dark, hungry beast in me stirring and stretching as it raised a muzzle to the skies and sniffed, I felt a distinct cock of its head as if it was listening and it was very curious.
Then I saw what it sensed in the darkest corner of the graveyard, something hazy was taking shape under a huge, old willow tree. At first it was hazy, ghostlike in that I could see right through it but even then I could feel his power and the dark aura. Then the moon broke free of the clouds to shine a beam of moonlight directly at the spot. It allowed me to get a good look at the figure and I couldn’t help the soft gasp of terror that escaped me, because for a mere instant every hair on body stood straight up, quivering. The beast in me growled in recognition greeting an equal it apparently knew or recognised. Now I know that it was just reacting to the presence of another Demon Lord, all demons recognise and know each other from the feel and “scent” of their energy and aura.
It seemed that the heavens, hell or some other godforsaken place had taken me at my word and answered me; or rather it was just that Leo heard me and chose to answer me in person. That spectral figure was a giant, sleek four legged predator; he was all red eyes, sharp claws and fangs, flexing its muscles, its great bat like wings rustling in an invisible wind. I felt like I’d been punched in the stomach, struck dumb and winded by the force of his dark power and I found him beautiful. Despite my fear and instinctive, primitive desire to run, I wanted to go up to him and touch him, he was all rippling muscles and charcoal grey hide. Then the hazy image of the demon solidified and if I thought his beast was beautiful, it was nothing to what was in front of me now.
Even if I had not seen the first image, I still would not have believed he was just a beautiful man, there was something no quite right, not quite human. He was tall; his body was a perfect mix of lean sinuous grace and leashed power. His hair was jet black, as it fell from a widow’s peak; it reached the nape of his neck. His pale skin was clear and smooth as it stretched over his muscles. His face was faultless with its high cheekbones, large silver eyes and sensual lips, youthful, but there was something else that spoke of the long passage of time. Like my own features, something about the arrangement of his features was a little too exotic, a little too fey for him to be human.
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A second punch drove deep into my lungs winding me for the second time as I realised he was watching me, curiosity bright in those silver eyes and right then I was caught, despite my growing fear I wanted him and felt my own curiosity respond. Maybe if I’d listened to my mother’s stories or had just been more aware of demons, I might have got away, I should have run away screaming.
I watched mesmerised, caught as I was in the silver grip of his eyes, as his lips curved up in a knowing way. I found for once that it was me that couldn’t move, breathe or tear my eyes away. Twin dimples appeared in his cheeks, flashing with his smile as I felt him moving through my head, looking at my most personal thoughts, my memories and feelings. My cock already impossibly hard throbbed as my body trembled. Quite distinctly I heard his mocking laugh, low and velvety as it purred through me, stroking things that should never be stroked.
“You called, I answered. Didn’t your mother tell you to be careful what you ask for?” I heard the silky promise and the mocking amusement in his low, purring voice as the words appeared in my head and then he was gone.
Deep inside me I felt a wrenching as if my very soul had been ripped out with his disappearance. The disappointment and deep craving to have him nearly crushed me with the force of it. I was immediately obsessed over the days that followed as his image haunted my dreams and waking thoughts. I thought I saw him everywhere I went and found myself searching for him. I knew in my bones that he was there, watching me as I watched for him. But I have always been impatient and my temper was sparking at the game he was playing with me and that was just the start of it all.
As it turned out he allowed me to see him again a few days later, I was at a gypsy fair in a local park. Jared and I had come to case the crowd and do a bit of light-fingered work for our supper as he jokingly referred to what we did. I had taken a quick break, signalling Jared to let him know I was going as I left the crowd. I sat on a park bench, a lit smoke in one hand, a coke in the other and there he was.
He was leaning against a tree, inhaling the smoke from his own cigarette he was holding in his long fingers, lazily breathing out the smoke. His silver eyes were watching me intently; the expression on his face both amused and full of knowing mischief as if he knew something I didn’t. It drove me crazy that expression and I glared at him, flipping him the bird. He grinned at me, laughing silently at me and vanished into thin air leaving behind the echo of his laughter and the lingering trace of his power.
Pissed off I was left to glare at the tree he’d been leaning against wondering what was going on and feeling frustrated. He was playing with me and I didn’t like it at all, not only playing with me but it was a game only he seemed to know the rules to. It appeared he wasn’t finished with me yet either, whether he let me see him or not he started playing with my mind.
Sometimes he’d talk to me in that silky purr; other times I’d feel the phantom brush of teasing fingers. It might be a random wif of his smell, or just the feel of his energy, enough to let me know he was there watching me, taunting me. He would appear, then vanish and the game continued as he started fucking me in my dreams. I’d have to endure waking up gasping and trembling, left alone in my sticky, sweat soaked bed to tremble and long for him.
As the days continued without him actually doing anything to relieve my need for him, I got angrier, patience has never been my strength. I cursed him and accused him of being a coward, but my curses just amused him, the angrier and more desperate I got, the more amused he seemed to be by the whole thing, and I suspected turned on. My instincts were proved right when I saw him for the third time and he decided he’d take it to the next level. It appeared he was on a path to drive me out of my mind or was after some other goal I couldn’t fathom.
Then it happened, I was at a local club with a couple of the boys; I’d walked outside by myself to smoke a joint I’d managed to score. I was leaning against the rough, cool brick wall waiting for him despite my anger and frustration. To be honest by that stage I was helplessly caught in his game and was deliberately going places on my own in an effort to draw him to me.
He took his time coming to me, letting me cool my heels. I felt the presence of his power before I saw him, as he let me feel that he was there, teasing me. My own energy knowing it was him began to stir and perk up, if it could be called a perky sort of thing. I glared at the space around me and folded my arms across my chest waiting impatiently for him to get over himself.
Finally he decided to show himself and I spotted him lounging against the wall at the start of the ally watching me, from behind the cloud of smoke he was breathing out. The familiar cigarette was with him leaving its fragrant spicy scent to waft towards me. Curiously I wondered what was in that cigarette, it didn’t smell like ordinary tobacco or weed for that matter, the stuff had an almost tangy, spicy smell to it, like cinnamon and pepper dusted green apples and it stimulated rather then relaxed.
“Care to finish what you start for once?” I taunted him, knowing my black eyes would be flashing with a mix of anger and my daring. I raised my chin proudly and smirked at him like the brat I was, inviting trouble to come and get me.
The silver eyes watching me gleamed as his lips curved up into that wicked smile of his, dimples flashing at me. He straightened from his lazy pose against the wall and ambled towards me as he flicked the cigarette on the ground and ground it out under the toe of the black boot he was wearing. His eyes never wavered from mine, I had a moment of real fear as his eyes flared red and the air around us felt oppressed by his dark aura.
I struggled to breathe under the compulsion of his power that forced me against the wall and felt my fear grow as I saw an odd shifting of something under his skin, like a ripple in a still pool. Despite my own soul deep fear and his compulsion making it impossible for me to move or even breathe, I wasn’t going anywhere and my cock was already rock hard, I wanted him. His smile grew becoming that knowing smirk that drove me insane with rage. His eyes gleamed red and then the vague impressions of something else were gone, replaced by silver eyes and his exotic, unearthly face.
Before I could blink or do much more then process the blurred impressions that flashed by he was kissing me and his arms were wrapping around me, pulling me against his suddenly aggressive body and I felt my power respond to the siren call of his. For a moment I felt the need to pay him back for some of the torture he’d forced on me and I bit his lip aggressively and deliberately rubbed against him.
He shuddered and growled a curse against my mouth and ripped his mouth away. He forced my squirming body against the wall and his taller height forced me to stretch up towards him so I was forced up onto my tip toes, off balance except for his weight and the wall at my back I moaned, wriggling eagerly against him as I wrapped myself around him, clamping his body against mine as I ground against him. I revelled in the feel of his muscles and his heat, a bit delirious that this was actually happening. That smell of spiced, peppery apples lingered around him and made me want to just eat him and made my nose quiver like I wanted to sneeze.
Delirious as I was I was still aware enough to be conscious of my own racing heart and ragged breathing and of the absence of an answering racing heart. Seizing on my soft moans he came back to my mouth and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and effectively distracting me from that frightening realisation. I tightened my grip on him and let him have my mouth. This time he moaned as I sucked on his tongue and returned his kiss just as hungrily. I felt his hands squeeze my ass and found myself arching into his hands like a cat. I was helpless against his strength, his hunger for me and from what he was doing to me.
Then he was pushing me away and he pulled his mouth away from me. For a moment or two there was a bit of a struggle as I tried to climb him and he attempted to push me down his body as I attacked him with my mouth. I quickly realised he was letting me get away with fighting him as I felt him shudder and the humiliating ease he used to hold me away from his body.
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His eyes flared that feral red, gleaming with hungry satisfaction as I clung to him stubbornly and I felt gratified by his ragged breathing. His heart might not beat, but he was like me enough that he had to breathe and was likewise affected. He shuddered again in the tight clasp I had on him and I felt something in him weaken. A feral part of me recognised that tiny give as a sign that he was loosing his will to me, not realising what this meant or what danger I was in. I pressed my advantaged and pressed against him, allowing him to feel how happy I was to be there. Once again I was calling to trouble without knowing it, tempting him.
But he released me and stood there, staring down at me with an enigmatic expression, some equally enigmatic emotion flashing through his eyes. Abruptly he flashed me that devilish smile of his and vanished, right there, a step or two away from me so I was left with the scent of him and the rush of displaced air as he vanished in plain sight.
Pissed off and wanting him again I kicked the wall with a livid curse or two as I stalked off. Despite the fact that it was a long way I walked home, but the walk didn’t really help relieve my tension or anger. I tossed and turned in my lonely bed, uncomfortably hard from what he’d done to me in that ally. I lay there cursing him out loud and in my head, taunting him really, knowing somehow that he could hear me.
After one particularly nasty comment he appeared in my room near the end of my bed. Hungrily my eyes devoured his all but naked form. He was only wearing a pair of tight black jeans that hugged his lean muscled legs and the inviting bulge between his legs. I could see a trail of tattoos that covered his whole left shoulder and down his bicep that were a mix of strange rune like symbols in a mix of red and black. His upper body was strangely hairless and firmly muscled. I could see the shadows around him were darker as if they were hiding more of his true form. In my heart of hearts, down as far as my soul, I think I knew what I was risking, what would happen if I gave up my will, my body, my soul to him, but I didn’t care. There was that ripple of something shifting under his surface and his power swelled in the air. I wouldn’t have been true to myself if I hadn’t gone ahead and dared him anyway, tempting karma to come and get me.
“Oh so that brought you back again did it?” I sneered at him.
“You should watch what you ask for little boy.” He sneered back at me.
“Why? It’s not my fault we’re in this fucked up state, is it?” I retorted hotly, glaring at him.
“I warned you.” He purred flashing me that smile of his, his dimples flashing and then he was moving.
One moment he was standing at the foot of my bed, the next there was a blur of movement as he pulled down his fly and pushed down his jeans. Where I’d have had to struggle like a fool hopping on one foot to pull my own jeans off; he ripped his off in one easy movement. I was only given a moment to stare at his body, and at the long, heavy length of him before the air was being forced out of my lungs as he all but tore the sheet off me and pounced on me. His mouth fastened on mine and he was kissing me as his hands ran over me. Greedily I wrapped myself around him, tighter this time so he couldn’t escape me and kissed him back. I sighed, barely giving him a chance as I let my greedy hands run over his hot skin, feeling up his muscles and testing my strength against him as we wrestled playfully.
He let me wrestle him underneath me and I sat up on his stomach, supporting myself by bracing my hands on his chest and pressing myself into his hands as they ran over me. It felt unbelievably good to have his hands on me and to feel him lying underneath me. The scent of him made me sneeze again something that caused his eyes to glitter with amusement. His skin was amazement to me, it was hairless, smooth and it had a pearly sheen to it in the darkness of the night.
“Move closer.” He whispered, his own lust filled eyes fixed on my dick that was so hard it was all but pointing straight up.
I wasn’t as long as he was or as thick, and I was circumcised, but I’d been told by my past tricks that my smooth slender cock flushed with blood was perfect. I flashed him a smirk and wrapped my hand around my erection, stroking it with the steady, firm stroke I liked and making sure to flick my thumb over the head as I liked. I felt my spine flex at the pleasure, my cock growing under my hand and I let my head fall back, exposing my vulnerable throat to him deliberately. I heard a growl and then I found myself being grabbed in a crushing grip as he flipped me over and crawled on top of me.
Harsh, grating words were slipping out from between his clenched teeth in a language I didn’t know and then his mouth was moving down my body so quickly I didn’t get more then a moment to gasp and moan before his mouth found its way to my cock.
Words cannot describe the heat of his mouth or feel of that skilful mouth and throat as he swallowed all of me and gave me the blow job of my life. Moaning I grabbed at his head, his soft hair becoming tangled and mussed in my grip. I found myself thrashing on the bed, arching forcefully towards him so I was all but jamming my cock down his throat and he took it. I felt the warm, golden energy that was my life force, my soul being slowly drained out of me.
I felt a wet finger, coated in the familiar cool, slick feel of the lubricant I kept under the bed working its way into my ass. Then a second coated finger joined the first and I found myself trying to jam my cock down his throat and push eagerly into his fingers at the same time.
I felt him shake with silent laughter and then the wet, sucking warmth around my cock was taken away and I felt myself whimper at the loss as he flipped me onto my stomach. He rubbed his entire body against me, clearly picking up on my desire to feel him rubbing against me and then I felt him nudging into me.
I had one of those nameless, blind panics where I didn’t think he’d fit in me and he’d kill me. Despite it another whimper, an eager one this time escape me as he pushed harder, almost roughly and I felt him push through my tight barrier of muscles. I grunted as he continued to push forward and felt I was right as I winced and grunted again, gritting my teeth at the pain. It felt like a baseball bat was being forced into my insides but I grimly hung in there, feeling myself actually black out for a moment or two with the mix of pleasure pain as he finally stopped.
I was fully impaled on his cock, I felt him brace himself and felt the press of his hard muscled chest and stomach against my back, his strangely hairless balls resting against my smooth ass. His softer hair brushed against my neck as he nuzzled me, he rotated his hips a bit and the small movement sent waves of pleasure through me as he hit my prostate. I moaned and he repeated the little movement.
Slowly he pulled out and pushed back in and at first it still hurt, my whimpers and grunts were more pain induced. He nudged me with his knee up onto my elbows and knees; he angled his hips so his forward thrust brushed the head of his cock across my prostate. I pushed my pillow under my stomach so I could hump against it.
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