Porn challenge - See You Later
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ds_flashfictionNotes at the end offer more explanation. This comes in at 975 words. I wasn't going to submit anything to this challenge, was drawing a blank, so my thanks to byob kenobi for the gentle prod (Actually she said "You write great smut- get to it!"). I got to it!
Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP, was standing at parade rest at the foot of the bed. His tunic was freshly cleaned, brass buttons gleaming, the stetson was brushed and blocked, and the boots were polished to a mirror finish. Unfortunately the tunic (with the aforesaid gleaming buttons) was hanging in the closet, the stetson was laying on top of the dresser, and the boots stood at attention in the corner. He was naked - blindfolded, naked, and more erotically charged than at any other time in his acquaintance with Ray.
“You’re beautiful, Benton.” Fraser shook his head in disagreement but did not speak - he had his orders.
“You’re beautiful, Benton. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life.” He didn’t shake his head this time, but blushed down to his toes.
“Good boy. Lay down on the bed--” Ben hesitated, the voice knew why. “On your stomach.” Ben carefully felt behind him and crawled onto the the bed. He stretched himself out in the center where he could feel the large bath sheet placed there earlier. The texture was slightly rough against his skin, against his already dripping cock. He did not make the mistake of trying to adjust it to a more comfortable position.
“Damn, that’s just--spread your legs a little, Benton.” Dear God, this was hard. He moved them slowly, inches at a time.”That’s enough.”
The disembodied voice fell silent, but he could hear the thump of a boot dropping, then another, followed by a zipper sliding down. A chair leg scraped against a wood floor as its springs compressed.
“OK, Ben, I want you to turn over - slowly, Ben, slowly.” He complied, as gracefully as he could under the circumstances.
“Now, spread yourself out, like that Leonardo guy’s picture, you know?” He knew, tried to name it, but every cell in his brain was centered on that voice. He blushed again (had he ever stopped?) and spread himself wide--a five pointed star (well, six if he counted his cock pointing emphatically to the ceiling). He didn’t know if he could do this!
“Oh, man, that’s a picture I’m not going to forget for awhile. I wish you could see yourself, so flushed and tight. You want it bad.” He bit his lip. “You wanna touch yourself, don’t you? Wanna grab that dick and crank it hard. Don’t worry, it’s coming, and then you will. I’m gonna make you explode, Ben.”
His breath was coming in gulps, the sweat pooling on his belly. ‘The left nipple’s the sensitive one, isn’t it, just like mine? Use your left hand and pinch the right one. Roll it around, Ben, make it stand up.” A gasp escaped him - he couldn’t help it. “Hmm, someone likes that. Lick your fingers, Ben, and do it again.” He lifted his hand to his mouth, stuck his index finger in. His mouth had been dry, but it didn’t take long for moisture to build. He started to pull the finger free... “Wait, wait. Do that again, that in and out thing. Jesus, yeah, suck on your finger like you suck on my cock, Ben. Show me how much you want my cock.” Ben complied, gladly, sliding his finger in and out faster and faster, groaning around the wet flesh.
“Stop! Stop! You’re - jeez, almost lost it there, and I’m not ready yet. not ready to let you go.” The chair shifted, he thought he could hear Ray’s hand stroking that perfect length, could smell Ray’s musk floating through the room, could taste...
“Man, your cock is running. Time to get to the good stuff. Pinch your left nipple, Ben, make it match the other one. Yeah, just like that. Now, the other one. Use both hands. Rub ‘em around your chest, nice and easy. Just skim them across your pecs, your stomach. Just the fingertips.” The hair on his body became extensions to his nerve endings, which were connected directly to his penis. Every brush against the skin made it leap against his abdomen. Pre-ejaculate joined the pool of perspiration in his navel. He thought about Ray’s tongue dipping into that pool and arched off the bed.
“God, Ben, you’re driving me crazy. You got me so hard.” Fraser could hear Ray sucking, licking on something. Please God, not his - “I’m leaking all over my hands, had to clean them off a bit. Should have saved it maybe. Should have used it to fuck you.” Ben grabbed his nipples and squeezed. “I wanna fuck you, Ben, wanna bury myself inside you and pound away.”
Ben was whimpering now, holding on only because he had not been given permission to let go. The blindfold was soaked with sweat, with tears. “Please Ray, let me see you!”
“You won’t last five seconds if you do, you know that.” Ray was right, of course, but Ben didn’t care about that, didn’t care about anything but seeing his lover kneeling between his legs ready to spread him wide open. “But maybe that’s good, maybe I should just let you come. You wanna come, Ben?”
“Please, please!” He sobbed the only word left in his vocabulary. “Please...”
“When I say, when - God, Ben, almost, now, love, touch your cock now!”
Ben came before his hands made it past his sternum.
Only the need to remove the blindfold made him move at all. He blinked his eyes to get them readjusted to the light flooding through the curtains in the hotel room. He raised his head and looked to the foot of the bed, saw the lens glint in the sun, saw a satiated Ray grinning like a Cheshire Cat on the screen of his new laptop, an early birthday present from Ray he received the day before he left on his trip.
“Told you Steve Jobs was a genius.”
NOTE: The correct title to this story is "C U L8R", but I figured the chat lingo would give it away.
This was a tough one, but then I remembered what an old flame told me long ago: “Sex is more than penetration.” So...this story stretches the challenge a bit, and probably overlaps the voyeur and masturbation challenges, but since i wasn’t participating then, I’ll throw myself on the mercy of the list.
For more info on the iSight camera by Apple:
http://www.apple.com/isight
Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP, was standing at parade rest at the foot of the bed. His tunic was freshly cleaned, brass buttons gleaming, the stetson was brushed and blocked, and the boots were polished to a mirror finish. Unfortunately the tunic (with the aforesaid gleaming buttons) was hanging in the closet, the stetson was laying on top of the dresser, and the boots stood at attention in the corner. He was naked - blindfolded, naked, and more erotically charged than at any other time in his acquaintance with Ray.
“You’re beautiful, Benton.” Fraser shook his head in disagreement but did not speak - he had his orders.
“You’re beautiful, Benton. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my whole entire life.” He didn’t shake his head this time, but blushed down to his toes.
“Good boy. Lay down on the bed--” Ben hesitated, the voice knew why. “On your stomach.” Ben carefully felt behind him and crawled onto the the bed. He stretched himself out in the center where he could feel the large bath sheet placed there earlier. The texture was slightly rough against his skin, against his already dripping cock. He did not make the mistake of trying to adjust it to a more comfortable position.
“Damn, that’s just--spread your legs a little, Benton.” Dear God, this was hard. He moved them slowly, inches at a time.”That’s enough.”
The disembodied voice fell silent, but he could hear the thump of a boot dropping, then another, followed by a zipper sliding down. A chair leg scraped against a wood floor as its springs compressed.
“OK, Ben, I want you to turn over - slowly, Ben, slowly.” He complied, as gracefully as he could under the circumstances.
“Now, spread yourself out, like that Leonardo guy’s picture, you know?” He knew, tried to name it, but every cell in his brain was centered on that voice. He blushed again (had he ever stopped?) and spread himself wide--a five pointed star (well, six if he counted his cock pointing emphatically to the ceiling). He didn’t know if he could do this!
“Oh, man, that’s a picture I’m not going to forget for awhile. I wish you could see yourself, so flushed and tight. You want it bad.” He bit his lip. “You wanna touch yourself, don’t you? Wanna grab that dick and crank it hard. Don’t worry, it’s coming, and then you will. I’m gonna make you explode, Ben.”
His breath was coming in gulps, the sweat pooling on his belly. ‘The left nipple’s the sensitive one, isn’t it, just like mine? Use your left hand and pinch the right one. Roll it around, Ben, make it stand up.” A gasp escaped him - he couldn’t help it. “Hmm, someone likes that. Lick your fingers, Ben, and do it again.” He lifted his hand to his mouth, stuck his index finger in. His mouth had been dry, but it didn’t take long for moisture to build. He started to pull the finger free... “Wait, wait. Do that again, that in and out thing. Jesus, yeah, suck on your finger like you suck on my cock, Ben. Show me how much you want my cock.” Ben complied, gladly, sliding his finger in and out faster and faster, groaning around the wet flesh.
“Stop! Stop! You’re - jeez, almost lost it there, and I’m not ready yet. not ready to let you go.” The chair shifted, he thought he could hear Ray’s hand stroking that perfect length, could smell Ray’s musk floating through the room, could taste...
“Man, your cock is running. Time to get to the good stuff. Pinch your left nipple, Ben, make it match the other one. Yeah, just like that. Now, the other one. Use both hands. Rub ‘em around your chest, nice and easy. Just skim them across your pecs, your stomach. Just the fingertips.” The hair on his body became extensions to his nerve endings, which were connected directly to his penis. Every brush against the skin made it leap against his abdomen. Pre-ejaculate joined the pool of perspiration in his navel. He thought about Ray’s tongue dipping into that pool and arched off the bed.
“God, Ben, you’re driving me crazy. You got me so hard.” Fraser could hear Ray sucking, licking on something. Please God, not his - “I’m leaking all over my hands, had to clean them off a bit. Should have saved it maybe. Should have used it to fuck you.” Ben grabbed his nipples and squeezed. “I wanna fuck you, Ben, wanna bury myself inside you and pound away.”
Ben was whimpering now, holding on only because he had not been given permission to let go. The blindfold was soaked with sweat, with tears. “Please Ray, let me see you!”
“You won’t last five seconds if you do, you know that.” Ray was right, of course, but Ben didn’t care about that, didn’t care about anything but seeing his lover kneeling between his legs ready to spread him wide open. “But maybe that’s good, maybe I should just let you come. You wanna come, Ben?”
“Please, please!” He sobbed the only word left in his vocabulary. “Please...”
“When I say, when - God, Ben, almost, now, love, touch your cock now!”
Ben came before his hands made it past his sternum.
Only the need to remove the blindfold made him move at all. He blinked his eyes to get them readjusted to the light flooding through the curtains in the hotel room. He raised his head and looked to the foot of the bed, saw the lens glint in the sun, saw a satiated Ray grinning like a Cheshire Cat on the screen of his new laptop, an early birthday present from Ray he received the day before he left on his trip.
“Told you Steve Jobs was a genius.”
NOTE: The correct title to this story is "C U L8R", but I figured the chat lingo would give it away.
This was a tough one, but then I remembered what an old flame told me long ago: “Sex is more than penetration.” So...this story stretches the challenge a bit, and probably overlaps the voyeur and masturbation challenges, but since i wasn’t participating then, I’ll throw myself on the mercy of the list.
For more info on the iSight camera by Apple:
http://www.apple.com/isight
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Date: 2003-09-04 02:48 am (UTC)Hot like a very hot thing. (Plus, I had no idea. Thanks for spelling out the title and preserving the surprise.)
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