Date: Sat, 20 Jan 2024 23:34:20 +0000
From: Lizard69 <69lizard69@pm.me>
Subject: Alfred (revised)

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Alfred   (Mm reluctant)
Lizard69

	I'd heard Karen greet him as Alfred when they passed at the front
door, him coming in and her leaving to "run a few errands".  I could have
watched him.  Karen had a free standing mirror in her living room angled to
let her see anybody wandering around her apartment without getting out of
bed.  It didn't matter.  After I'd agreed to do a favor for my best friends
stepsister, she'd taken me aside and done her best to scare me into backing
out.  I was going to know him better than I wanted to soon enough.

	"So sweet!  Get your clothes off boy, we're gonna have a good
time."

	I stood there, trying to put it off a little longer.  The rustle of
him undressing stopped and I felt his hand on my shoulder, his thumb
lightly stroking the nape of my neck.

	"Karen told me you were green.  I can do whatever you need, tie you
up, tie you down, slap you around, or just rip your pants off and plow in
while you try to stop me.  One way or another I'll get my rocks off.  If
you do what you can to make it more fun for me it will be over that much
quicker."

	If that was the worst lie he told me I suppose I should be
grateful.  We both knew he wasn't leaving until he finished, uh, having his
way with me.  It felt so creepy stripping in front of him.

	"Gee, it looks like you aren't really into this.  I like to think
you're having fun too, so why don't you do whatever it takes to get that
hot little sausage nice and stiff.  And just in case you're wondering, that
*wasn't* a suggestion."

	Jacking off isn't, like, my best thing, but it's not rocket
science.  I was doing pretty good until a greasy fingertip started probing
the crack of my ass.  I dropped back to being about half hard until he
pulled his finger out.  As soon as I was stiff again he shoved it back in,
a little quicker and deeper this time.  He kept on doing it, making me get
into different positions in between, opening me up until he could use two
fingers.  Then he switched to using his cock.

	It broke things up until it felt like he was doing it again and
again instead of one long thing.  Each time he stuck it in me was something
to get upset about but I quickly lost track of how many times he did it.
Soon the whole experience was so overwhelming each violation became less of
a problem.  After a while I wasn't just staying hard, I was actually making
some progress towards getting a load off.  When Alfred noticed he began
making me stop if I got too close.  I guess that's when I really started
getting a little crazy.  The last time, I was so close I couldn't stop.  He
had to actually pull my hands away.

	So, I'm on my back, knees pulled up and spread, him kneeling there
ready to go.  I can see my dick is so hard it's leaking a steady thread of
pre-cum on my stomach.  His is wet with lube, twitching in time with his
heartbeat.  I'm at some kind of tipping point where I'm either going to cum
or develop a crippling case of blue balls.  Then I catch a movement on the
edge of my vision.

	Karen is home.  I can see her reflection in the mirror she has in
the living room, relaxing on the couch, reading a magazine and smoking.
I'm not sure how much she can see looking in the other direction, at least
enough to know exactly what we're doing.  All she has to do is look up.

	"Come on boy, tell me what you want."

	I couldn't.  I couldn't even tell him why not.  Ask for it?  With
Karen sitting right there?  There's no way I could fuckin' do that.  At the
same time, I was so horny I wasn't just getting crazy, I was more than half
way there.  Very few people get to watch themselves lose their mind.  I
mean to recognize the process for what it is, while it's happening.  I felt
my face get hot and my eyes wide, frightened by the humiliating thing that
was happening to me, as my mouth took on a life of it's own.

	"Fuck me!  Rape me!  Use me like a slut!  Make me your whore!..."

	On, and on, things I couldn't repeat if I had to because I didn't
really hear them.  My ears couldn't accept what was coming out of my mouth.
Somewhere near the start of it Alfred's cock slid into me.  I was still
babbling when I came... and came... and came.  It felt like every spurt
burned its own track up my belly and chest.  If I'd been watching, the
first one would have caught me full in the face instead of splashing the
underside of my chin.  I was far enough out of it by then my eyes were
aimed at the ceiling though they weren't focused on anything in the room,
maybe not even on this planet. I wanted to cry but couldn't seem to
remember how.

	As my orgasm faded, whatever had taken over my mouth faded as well.
Maybe suffused is a better word.  It was spreading out as much as going
away.  I'd been aware of what was happening to my body in a confused, "too
much information", kind of way.  Now it was coming into focus with almost
painful clarity.  I was naked, splattered with my own spunk.  My ass was
wet with lube and pre-cum, relaxed and open but starting to get a little
sore.  Alfred wasn't just the latest perv sticking his dick in me.  *We*
were *fucking*.  That the whole thing was creepy, nasty, perverted, wasn't
stopping me from pulling my knees closer to my chest while spreading them
as wide as possible.  As repelled as I was by the idea of being fucked by a
man, my hips were still rising to meet his thrusts as I felt him getting
closer and closer to completion.  I didn't just want him to finish, I
wanted him to come, at least as hard as I had if that was possible.

	Then it was over.  He got off, leaving me surprised that I had
enough energy left to control how I collapsed, rolling onto my side, away
from the door.  My mind seemed to have followed wherever my eyes hadn't
been focused.  I could hear him cleaning up and getting dressed, a murmur
of voices as Karen walked him to the door.  Then her voice from the doorway
behind me, "If you're still laying there when Ricky gets here he's going to
want sloppy seconds and I'm really not comfortable with my stepbrother
doing that in the only bed I have."

	There's a hundred different ways she could have said that or
something like it that would have finished destroying me.  Instead, it was
just a calm statement, like telling me if the car windows are down when the
rain starts the seat will get wet.  I could deal with that and in the
process discovered that I could drag myself to the shower as well.  By the
time I was dressed again I felt more empty than dead.  Karen was back on
the couch with a fresh cigarette and the same magazine.

	"What did you mean by green?"

	"Huh?"

	"Alfred told me you said I was green."

	"Oh.  That's what they call a whore that hasn't really learned all
the tricks yet."

	"I'm not a whore."

	From her expression as she looked up it's safe to say she was
planning to make some sarcastic comment... until she saw my eyes.

	"Uh... yeah.  Alfred isn't as close a friend as Ben.  For me it's
almost like being a straight across play for pay deal though he's never
said it in exactly those words.  I'm not sure what I'd tell him if he did.
I'm not exactly eager to find out.  None of that applies to you.  I don't
know why you, uh, made him happy.  I'm not sure I could understand if you
felt like trying to explain it.  When I came back and discovered he was
still here I probably should have left again but I'm kind of stubborn.
Nobody and nothing pushes me out of my own home.  If he wants me to set it
up again sometime, will you?"

	"I... don't know.  Do you promise not to tell?  Anyone?  Ever?"

	"Uh...  I already told Ben and Alfred.  There's one other guy who
might want to do something if I was more involved than I care to get.  I
don't think anybody I call a friend would give you a hard time about it.
This whole thing is so strange I don't think most people would want to know
about it or would admit it if they did."

	About then we heard Ricky beeping in the driveway.  Neither of us
gave a damn about him being in a hurry but weren't eager to annoy the
neighbors.  I started for the door, then on the way out told her, "If I
don't know in advance I won't worry about it".

	Somehow Ricky managed to contain his curiosity on the drive home.
Either that, or he didn't want me to know how much of what just happened
was planned without consulting me.  I couldn't force anyone else to keep
their mouth shut.  Hell, my own record in that area wasn't exactly
impressive.  I had learned early that the only reliable way I could keep a
secret was to keep it from myself as well.  I got really good at forgetting
things I didn't want others to know.  Maybe a little too good.  Somehow I
let the whole incident fade from conscious memory before it registered that
Karen *hadn't* promised anything.

The End?