dontravis.com blog post #619
If I recall
correctly, we ended last week’s segment at the beginning of a rape. Rape can’t
be right or acceptable under any circumstances, can it? So let’s see how Dario
deals with it.
Here we go.
FUN
AND GAMES
I press my lips to his; he
turns his head to the side. I grab his jaw and force a kiss on him. His hard
lips gradually turn soft. I press my groin against his. “No,” he tries to say,
but I use that opportunity to force my tongue into his mouth. His resistance falters.
He groans. I press my advantage, ripping his T-shirt apart and tonguing his
nipples… first the right and then the left. Momentarily, he ceases to resist
and thrusts his torso harder against me. My teeth make contact with one
aureole. He yips, then shudders.
I feast for a moment before he
tries to push my head away. I rise enough to grab his wrists and force his
hands flat against the couch. The sight of that partially revealed, heaving
torso is the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I growl deep in my throat. “Dario,
you’re gonna get it one way or the other. Might as well relax and enjoy it. It’s
not like you’re a virgin, you know.”
“Mack… no. I said no, guy.”
“Like I said, them’s the
words, but it ain’t what you mean.”
He thrusts his hips up
suddenly, almost unseating me. Instead, it inflames me further. “Now, you are
gonna get it. Hard!”
“I’ll call the cops,” he says,
almost choking on his words.
I laughed. “They catch one
look at the threads you’re wearing and laugh you out of the station. I haven’t
even checked yet, but I know you’re not wearing anything under those skimpy
shorts. You came to the door asking for it, guy. And you know it.”
“Please, Mack. Maybe some
other time, but not… not tonight.”
I release his wrists and move
to his shorts. They were a little tougher, but they finally tore beneath my
fingers. “Nope,” I say, caressing the flesh of his lower belly. “No underwear.”
He gasps as I take him in
hand.
“Not only that,” I say, “but
you’re excited as all get out. Grown to the max, I’d say.”
“B… beyond my control,” he responds,
a catch in his voice. “Anybody’d get that way if they’re stroked.”
I laugh again. “No, not
anybody. Just somebody who’s liking the action.”
“Nothing to like about
violence,” he shoots back at me.
“Violence? Only violence done
is against your clothes. Up until now,” I add. “I’m gonna get up now, and you’re
going to go into the bedroom where we’ll be comfortable. You got it?”
He nods, but I don’t trust
him. As soon as I crawl off him and he gets to his feet, I grab the shredded
shorts and rip them the rest of the way off him. “Now if you run, you’ll be
running bare-assed through the neighborhood. Go on, be my guest. Then I can
call the cops and report a flasher.”
His shoulders slump, and he
heads for the bedroom. Once there, I shove him face down on the bed and crawl
aboard. Getting out of my clothes while holding him down isn’t easy, but I
manage it okay. Then there’s flesh to flesh contact. It’s wonderful. I force
his legs apart with my knees and soon find myself exactly where I want to be.
It’s beyond wonderful… marvelous.
And it gets even better. Just as
I’m about to get there, he reaches orgasm first, messing up my bedcovers
big time. Exhausted, elated, enervated, I fall atop him, my lips at his ear. I
lick it, and he flinches.
“Great, guy. Best yet.”
His scowl turns into a grin. “Was,
wasn’t it. You were great by the way. Now get off me you big galoot.”
I roll off and lay watching
him rise and stretch… which became the new “sexiest thing I’d ever seen.”
He turns and levels those
black, black eyes at me, sending shivers down my spine. “Next time, I get to be
the rapist, and you’re the helpless victim.”
He takes a fresh pair of
clothes from his tote bag and strolls into the bathroom for his shower. After I
milk everything I can from the image he’d implanted in my mind, I get up and go
join my best friend and lover in the shower.
So it’s just
fun and games, after all. Glad of that. Like I said, rape’s not acceptable
under any set of circumstances I can imagine. But fun and games? Ah, I remember
those fondly.
Hope you enjoyed the story. Have no idea what next week can bring, so I’m as anxious to see it as any reader. Util then.
Stay safe and stay strong.
Now my
mantra: Keep on reading and keep on writing. You have something to say… so
say it!
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to The Cutie-Pie Murders:
https://www.dropbox.com/s/ambxgy7e5ndmimk/CutiePieMurders%5BThe%5D.zip?dl=0
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See you next Thursday.
Don
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