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ds_flashfictionthis is not at all graphic, but it is kind of. . .icky. and much more common than you would think. (and no, i'm not telling you how i know that.)
Ray Kowalski sat on the edge of his bed, rubbed his hands nervously across his thighs, and sighed deeply. He was going to do it, he was, he really was, and if this didn't send him straight to hell, then nothing in his fucked-up life ever would.
Moonlight streamed through the half-open blinds, striping his naked body with shadows, making his bedroom seem mysterious and surreal. Ray sighed again and scrubbed a hand through his hair. If he was going to do it, he should do it, and stop all this putzing around. “Shit or get off the pot,” he thought, and pulled himself up on the bed until he was sitting with his back against the headboard.
Thank God Fraser was at that conference in Toronto, because there was no way, no way he could do this if Frase was in town, and that's it, that's all she wrote. Yeah, it's not like Frase would have been in the next room or anything, but still. . .it just seemed wrong, more than wrong, to do this with Frase in the same city.
Ray reached over to the nightstand and slowly took the paper bag from the drawer. This was it. If he opened the bag it meant he was going to do it, really going to do it. Ray bit his lip, took a deep breath, and pulled out the doughnut.
It had taken weeks of looking in more truck stops than Ray wanted to think about, but he finally found a place out on 94 that sold doughnuts big enough. They called them "Man-Sized Doughnuts" and Ray had about choked himself to death, holding back his laughter.
Slowly, reverently, Ray slid the doughnut over his erect and ready cock, pushing carefully until it was all the way down, tight against him. Ray closed his eyes and bit back a moan; as good as this was, the best was yet to come.
Idly playing with his nipples, Ray turned his head toward the door and yelled, "Dief! Here, boy! I got a doughnut for you!" Ray shivered in anticipation at the sound of claws scrabbling over linoleum.
That damn wolf was nowhere near as deaf as people thought.
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Ray Kowalski sat on the edge of his bed, rubbed his hands nervously across his thighs, and sighed deeply. He was going to do it, he was, he really was, and if this didn't send him straight to hell, then nothing in his fucked-up life ever would.
Moonlight streamed through the half-open blinds, striping his naked body with shadows, making his bedroom seem mysterious and surreal. Ray sighed again and scrubbed a hand through his hair. If he was going to do it, he should do it, and stop all this putzing around. “Shit or get off the pot,” he thought, and pulled himself up on the bed until he was sitting with his back against the headboard.
Thank God Fraser was at that conference in Toronto, because there was no way, no way he could do this if Frase was in town, and that's it, that's all she wrote. Yeah, it's not like Frase would have been in the next room or anything, but still. . .it just seemed wrong, more than wrong, to do this with Frase in the same city.
Ray reached over to the nightstand and slowly took the paper bag from the drawer. This was it. If he opened the bag it meant he was going to do it, really going to do it. Ray bit his lip, took a deep breath, and pulled out the doughnut.
It had taken weeks of looking in more truck stops than Ray wanted to think about, but he finally found a place out on 94 that sold doughnuts big enough. They called them "Man-Sized Doughnuts" and Ray had about choked himself to death, holding back his laughter.
Slowly, reverently, Ray slid the doughnut over his erect and ready cock, pushing carefully until it was all the way down, tight against him. Ray closed his eyes and bit back a moan; as good as this was, the best was yet to come.
Idly playing with his nipples, Ray turned his head toward the door and yelled, "Dief! Here, boy! I got a doughnut for you!" Ray shivered in anticipation at the sound of claws scrabbling over linoleum.
That damn wolf was nowhere near as deaf as people thought.
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Date: 2003-05-08 12:21 pm (UTC)Oh, God, yeah. And telling Fraser exactly how *good* Ray tasted, and how much Ray moaned for him... And then Fraser would go all primal and postal and castigate Ray for not only succumbing to the animal side of his nature, but to the baked goods side as well!
And then Fraser'd fuck Ray through the mattress.
Heh. The Perils of Pastry.
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Date: 2003-05-08 12:33 pm (UTC):::snerk:::