Date: Wed, 21 Jan 2004 17:42:33 -0500 From: Trent Kran Subject: Closer than you think. Closer than you think. By Nom De Plumne. (Story Codes, MM/Cyber. m/solo. This story deals with sex and shenanigans between consenting adults. If this stuff offends you, then pluck out your eye's when reading this). Paul turned his computer on, it was late at night and his parents were asleep, and his brother was in his room. This was his time to be left alone, undisturbed and more importantly where he could masturbate. His computer now ready he opened up his muckclient and connected to his favorite muck*. He started off like any other teenager, typing porn into a search engine untill he managed to avoid scams and pay sites. After a few months he learnt about filesharing, which was great as then he could get all the movies he wanted over the house network, his brother's router not informing him what he was up to. A few years later after going on various forums and im sessions he got talking with a friend and they got to the topic of roleplaying. His screename at the time was Preen, his friend was called Guru. ------========------- Preen: Lo mate, how's you? Guru: All knowing. How can I help you friend? Preen: Lol, just a bit bored really, know any good online games? Guru thinks. Guru: Ahh yes, I do :D. Ever tried roleplaying? There's this MUCK I know which you'd probaly like. Preen: MUCK? What's that? Guru:You know Multi User Dungeones? It's like that, but the empathisis is on the roleplay. Here's the link, and you'll need a good telnet client. ------========------- Paul then downloaded the client and the extra telnet commands needed for mucking, and then connected. He read the instructions on the site and set up his own character. He walked around the game and began exploring the various places, and found an apartment block where he could make his own room without having to pay. He was totally engrossed, writing pages of descriptive text, making subrooms for various parts of his "little" apartment, and having a printout of the programming guide by his side to help him along. With that done he then walked into an in character gay bar. -=-=-=-=- Fleece Makker has walked in from outside. Fleece Makker "What's IC mean?" Gideas "First, welcome to my bar. Secondly it means your actions and sayings have to be in character. It's good for roleplay otherwise we get loads of OOC chatter, which causes excessive scrolling." John Smith "OOC questions are fine tho." Fleece Makker "Kay, thanks guys. IC from now on." Gideas looks at the stranger, ready to take his order. "Hi there, I'm Gideas, what do want?" Fleece Makker "I know your Gideas. I'll have a pint of larger (BTW. how do you do actions?) Gideas "(You wouldn't know ICly that I'm called Gideas, and actions or poses are done by putting a : before it)." Fleece Makker "(What's the difference between Poses and Actions)?" John Smith "(No Difference >:P I love newbs)" Uber Colin has walked in from outside. Uber Colin takes his helmet off, and holds it in his arm. He waves at Gideas. "Hey ho Giddy, The usual please." He looks around the bar, and sits next to Fleece, wanting to break the ice. "Hey Stranger, I'm Colin. Can I get you a drink?" Gideas pours a shandy and waits for Fleece to order. Fleece Makker "Yeah, can I have a pint of larger please?" He turns round and smiles at the biker dude. "Lo Colin, I'm Fleece. Thanks for getting me this drink." He offers his hand to shake. Gideas pours out a pint of larger and hands them their drinks. "That's one credit sixty please." Uber Colin hands him the money, and shakes Fleece's hand. "Ahh it's nothing, enjoy your drink". You look at Uber Colin. This guy is gigantic, must be seven foot tall at least. His face seems to wear a permanent smile, and his brown eye's are normally shaded by a pair of sunglasses. There's a tatoo on his throat depicting the Triumph logo. Uber Colin is carrying the following: Full Face Helmet Desert Storm sunglasses Biker Jacket Leather Trousers Leather Boots Leather Gloves Hip Pocket You look at Uber Colin's Full face Helmet. It's a black Helmet made from high strengh polymer's and such like. The visor is scratchproof nonmisting perspex. You can see a HUD still showing, displaying infomation about the motorbike to the helmet wearer. Uber Colin takes a rereshing gulp from his shandy. "So Fleece, been here before?" Fleece Makker "No, first time (Gimme a minute, I'm looking at your stuff)" Uber Colin "(Lol, I always get checked out \_^)" Gideas "(Yeah, normally it's for GUNS or DRUGS. You naughty boy :P)" John Smith "(Colin's bad company Fleece)" Fleece Makker "(I dineea care. I like a bit of rought :P)" You look at Uber Colin's Biker Jacket. It's a Black Black, Uber Black Jacket made from leather, wire mesh and kevlar fibres. There's a chrome zip with a flap of leather to cover it, and another steel zip on the waist to hook it up to the wearers trousers. On the lapel's there's golden Triumph logo's, and Triumph chevrons are on the shoulders. Ovbiously the owner of this jacket really likes Triumph. You whisper to Uber Colin. "Hey cool, you like Triumph? My brother is crazy about them. Personally I prefer Ducati's :P" Uber Colin whisper's to you. "Cool! Your bro has very good taste. Ducati's are very nice too, but too "sporty" for my liking". -=-=-=-=- Paul continued chatting in the bar with "Uber Colin", often reminded of his brother. One thing lead to another and "Fleece Makker" ended up on COlin's bike, where they went off to Paul's apartment and got more comfortable. -=-=-=-=- Uber Colin begins to unzip his jacket, a string vest showing underneath. After taking off his helmet he asks Fleece. "Mind if I take off my leathers? I only wear them and underwear." Fleece Makker grins, going to his minibar and mixing up two cocktails. "Hehehe, nope. Nice body youv'e got. I liked holding up close to you on the bike." Uber Colin laughs, looking around the apartment, and checking out Fleece's butt when his back is turned. "Oh your not so bad yourself, and this place is sheer class. How did you afford all this stuff?" Fleece Makker hesitates, not sure if to give the right answer. "I inherited the money, and then made a few good investments. Working isint something I like to do much, except for where I live." Uber Colin nods, taking his trousers and boots and gloves off. All he's left in is a pair of boxers and his string vest, tight against the muscles on his body. He sighs "Hey, that's a bad question. We all have to get money from somewhere. Some of us do it in less honest way's than other's. Just don't ask me how I got my bike." Fleece Makker nods, handing him the mixture of brandy and port. He tries not to stare too much at Colin's buldge, but find's it hard to resist. He drink's his own drink quickly and then says. "Ahh that's okay, I don't care where you got your bike from, or where you been. Just as long as you as you are now. Which is nice and sexy." He smirks. Uber Colin grins, noticing him checking out his package. He downs the drink in one and then sits down on his bed. "Hey, you know if you want to get a good look at it youv'e only got to ask." He says as he takes off his boxers, showing a half erect cut cock. Fleece Makker blushes, but then his stare is drawn to the cock. Unable to resist he kneels between his larger male's legs and holds his cock up, stroking it. "You don't mind me doing this do you?" Uber Colin groans slightly from the touch, his cock responding quickly to the touch. He leans back, his arms behind him to keep him propped up. He looks down at him and smiles. "Hey, that's fine. In fact I wouldn't mind putting this little thing in one of your holes." Fleece Makker oohs, feeling his large balls in his hands. "You call this small? There's no way you could fit that in my arse" Uber Colin laughs heartedly, his cock now fully erect. "You think so? I'm willing to find out." He pulls up the smaller guy, placing him on his lap. He takes out a tube of vaseline strapped to his leg and slicks up his cock with it, Then using his fingers he slips them into him slowly, making sure he's lubed up, as well as playing with his prostate for a while. Fleece Makker groans, his own cock now rock hard. He moves to position his hole over Colin's cockhead and holds onto him, his face buried into the guy's large chest. His voice now much softer, says "Please be gentle, I want it all in me." -=-=-=-=- By now Paul himself was hard, one hand playing with his cock, another lubing up his dildo as he got ready to place it into his own boy hole. He was lying on his bed, keyboard by his side and the dildo pressed against the wall, ready for him to buck into it. -=-=-=-=- Uber Colin nods, sighing in pleasure as his cock streches your tight hole. He works about two inches in, then grins as he holds tight onto your hips and slamms the rest in. He keeps hold of you, making sure you can't get off. He says "The pain will go soon, just stay on it. I'm going to give you a real ride." -=-=-=-=- Paul emulated the actions in real life, pushing the dildo all the way in. His hole was still tight as the dildo was a recent new toy he bought, and the entry was stupidily painful. He gasped and bit his lip, hoping his brother in the room next to him didn't hear, or worse, come in and see him naked, ten inch dildo in his bum, his cock slick with lube and see the stuff on the screen. -=-=-=-=- Fleece Makker gasps, screaming out that it's painful. He struggles against your grasp, but only succeeds in getting the cock further up himself. Uber Colin Tightens his grip, growling meanacingly. He enjoys your wriggling and struggles, but pretends not to. " I Said stop struggling! Now fucking take my cock. Beg for me to cum in you." Fleece Makker groans, unable to resist. Instead he relaxes himself, giving you better access. He whimpers "Please fuck me! I want your cum, no I need your cum deep inside me." He begins to buck on your cock. Uber Colin grunts, making a few quick violent thrusts and then cumming deep inside you. He slams his cock as far as possible into your boyhood , feeling his balls contract with each jet of cum. Fleece Makker groans loudly, his own cock shooting all over you. He goes limp against your frame, moaning contentedly with each moment his arse getting more filled up. Uber Colin "(Did ya cum already? I did :D)" Fleece Makker "(Hehe yep, I could hear my brother masturbating. It always turn's me on. Plus I had a dildo up my bum :DDD)" Uber Colin "(Lol! You too? I mean because here I could hear my brother masturbating. Noisy bugger :P. Hey, I'm gonna bed now but you wanna IM tomorrow? My screename is Loxx0r)" Fleece Makker "(Hehe, sure. My SN is Preen)" Uber Colin has disconnected. Fleece Makker has disconnected. -=-=-=-=- Paul took the dildo out of his arse, washing it in his sink and then put it back under the floorboard, along with all his naughty stuff like pot and lube and condoms. IE all the stuff you wouldn't want parents finding. He then went onto his computer and added "Loxx0r" to his contact list. He notice Guru was still online. ------========------- Preen: Hey Guru, I gotta thank you for that link. I had much fun tonight :). What you doing? Guru: Well, I was smoking my pipe, then masturbating untill you turned up. Preen: o.O, can I help? Guru Laughs. Guru: "Hmm, You live in England don't you? You hand you have to extend all the way to Cyprus. Your welcome to try though :P" Preen Tries. Preen "Nng! It won't go that far. Anyway, I gtg sleep. Collage and stuff tomorrow. Guru: Ahh yes, sleep. They say being stoned, then climaxing leads to a good sleep. I ought to find out now. Goodnight! ------========------- Paul went to bed. Tomorrow he didn't know what was in store, although he was going to end up liking it a lot. Like this story? Well I like praise. Email me at buddhapower@email.com and send me your love. Hey, what goes round comes round ^_^