Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 19:10:00 EST
From: MaineBoyXY@aol.com
Subject: Behind the Eight Ball

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                             Behind the Eight Ball
                                       By
                               MaineBoyXY@aol.com
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Every time I looked up from the table after making a shot, he was looking
at me. He was tall, easily over 6 feet, and he had jet black hair and
sea blue eyes. He looked 23 or 24. He held a beer in one hand and was
leaning with his back against the bar, watching the table where I was
playing pool against some geek. I was whipping the geek's ass, too, as
I had the previous two games. Each time I lined up, I could feel his
eyes burning into the back of my head, and it was starting to get
distracting. I mean, anyone staring you down affects your game, let
alone a hot guy like this one.

As I sank the 8 for the third straight time, I picked up the two twenty
dollar bills the geek and I had left on the rail before we started our
match. It wasn't big money, but it paid for the table and the beer, and
left me some cash for gas for the week. It was a pretty economical way
to spend a Friday night. I was putting the cue away when the guy from
the bar walked over.

"Pretty good with a stick. You play for cash?" he asked.

"Yeah, nothing big. I'm not sharking or anything. Just enough to keep
it interesting," I answered.

"How much would you play for? When does interesting become dangerous?"
he countered.

I looked him in the eye to try and gauge whether he was setting me up.
He'd seen me play, and he knew what I had, but I'd never seen him
before. "What did you have in mind?" I watched his gaze drift down my
chest and rest on the crotch of my faded jeans. I felt myself blushing
and he turned his face back to mine, looking smug.

"I thought so," he smirked. He stepped closer to me, until he stood
right in front of me. "I'm apartment sitting for a friend of mine.
His place is two blocks away," he leaned in to whisper to me. He pulled
back and smiled wickedly. I could feel my cock beginning to swell in my
jeans. I quickly looked around the pool hall. I was a regular here but
no one knew I was gay. A quick once-over told me that no one was paying
attention to us. The place was too crowded and the live band was
on-stage. My throat felt dry and I swallowed hard.

"Okay," I said, as if he'd asked a question. Hell, he looked good
enough to me and I didn't have any better plans! I reached for my
jacket.

"Hey, wait a minute," he interrupted, grabbing my outstretched wrist.
"I said there's a bet involved here. Just to keep it interesting."

"What's the bet?" I demanded, suspicion growing.

He laughed. "You know what the bet is. Loser does whatever the winner
tells him to do."

I frowned. "Yeah, right. You've watched me play for almost an hour.
You know what I've got, and I haven't got a clue about you. And how
the hell do I know you're not some freak?"

"You don't know I'm not some freak. But, if you don't want to play
me, you can pick anyone in here to play. I know you're good, and I
think you'll win, but with this bet," he looked me up and down again,
"I don't think I can lose."

I looked around the hall again. I knew a handful of guys. I'd played a
lot of them before. Won some, lost some, but won more. Most of them
were already in games. The geek was heading out the bathroom in the back
corner. He was a regular, he'd been here a lot. Probably not a ringer,
but then, why take the chance? A game was just finishing over in the
corner between a kid my age and a guy in his mid-thirties. The kid had
won, but I'd watched him. I thought I could still take him, and if he
were a ringer, he'd probably have thrown the game. "Him," I said,
pointing him out.

"Let's go find out if he's up for it," the black-haired guy said. I
followed him as we worked our way between the tables to where the kid was
racking up for a solo practice round. As we got to the table, the kid
looked up and the guy stuck out his hand. "Hey, I'm Ben."

"Hey," the kid replied, shaking Ben's hand. "Cory." When Ben
released it, the hand was extended to me.

"Drew," I said, shaking it.

"Cory, I've got a bet with my friend here that you can whip his ass.
Now, this isn't a con, we're not trying to shark you. I'm willing to
pay you $20 bucks to play a game with my friend. If you lose, I lose the
bet to him, no sweat off your back, you keep the $20. All you have to do
is play."

The kid stared at Ben. I took the opportunity to check him out. His
build was similar to mine, thin and average height, probably 5'10",
160. Blond, green eyes. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt.
Standing closer to him, I guessed he was actually a couple years younger
than I, probably about 18. "What's the catch," the kid was asking
Ben. He had a nice ass under the curve of denim.

"No catch. All you do is play. You lose, I take the heat. You walk
away with $20," Ben reassured him.

Cory turned to me. My eyes leapt to his face in the nick of time. He
looked me over for a second and then agreed. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."

We flipped for the break, and Cory got it. The game was well-paced and
closer than I thought until I sank the last stripe into the pocket. Cory
had two solids on the table. I grinned at Ben as I lined up on the 8 and
called my shot. I was picturing him on his knees in front of me, sucking
my cock between those beautiful, full lips, as I drew back. I knew when
the felt hit the cue that I'd hit it off center. Fuck! I watched the
cue strike the 8, and as if in slow motion replay, the 8 headed to the
corner pocket. It banked on the cushion and turned.

I shook my head in self-disgust. How the fuck had I distracted myself?
As I looked over the lay of the table, I knew it would take an idiot to
foul the game with the leave I'd given Cory. Cory proved he was no
idiot, with three smooth strokes sinking every ball on the soft, green
top. "Good game, man," Cory said as he reached for my hand. He left
his cue stick on the table and walked over to Ben. "So, what'd you
win, anyway?"

"I didn't win anything," Ben said. He smirked at me, his eyes on mine
as he spoke. "The bet was that if Drew lost, he'd go back to the
apartment I'm watching and do whatever the winner wanted." My jaw
dropped as I stared back at Ben, stunned.

"What?" Cory asked. "Do whatever the winner wants?" He looked at me
confused, and then back at Ben before he caught on. "You mean, like fag
out?" I felt the blood pour into my face. Cory was turning red, too,
but his face was contorted in contempt. "What are you two? Sick
fucks?"

"Cory!" Ben's face softened, his tone calming. "Cool down, man. You
don't have to do anything you don't want to do. That was just the
bet." As I listened, I checked out the hall to make sure no one was
within earshot of the conversation. Hopefully, the hostility just looked
like an argument over a bet to anyone who looked over.

"Yeah, whatever," Cory fumed and he reached behind Ben to grab his
jacket. Ben grabbed his shoulder lightly. I could hear him almost
murmuring. "You know, it's not getting a blow job that makes a guy a
fag, Cory, it's giving one. Ever had a blow job, Cory?"

"Fuck you!" Cory shouted, pulling out from under Ben's grasp. Some
heads at nearby tables turned.

"Easy!" Ben said. "Just think, you beat his ass at his game. He
thought he could take you down. Like you were a young punk. And now you
could show him. Ram your cock into his mouth; he's a faggot, right?
That's what they're for. No shit on you. You're just a guy getting
head, getting his rocks off, soaking his cock in some bitch's throat.
If you've had head before, you know how good it is. If you haven't,
why miss the chance? No one thinks you're gay, Cory."

"Shut the fuck up, Ben," I interjected. I didn't want him pissing the
kid off and making a bigger scene. I liked this hall. It was in the
trendy, college part of downtown, and the other halls were seedy dumps.
I didn't want to be outed here.

Cory whirled around to me, "You shut the fuck up, faggot bitch." He
turned back to Ben. "I don't have to do anything gay?"

"No man, he's all yours. You won him, fair and square. He does
whatever you tell him to do," Ben promised.

"What if he doesn't?" Cory asked.

Ben laughed. "Look at him man. He's all red because he's
embarrassed. He's not angry. Any real man would be ready to go outside
and beat me to a pulp for telling you what I've told you. Besides,
look, he's fucking hard, thinking about sucking you off, being your
bitch."

I realized for the first time that the idea of serving Cory had gotten me
hard. I looked at my crotch at almost the same time Cory did. When we
both looked up, our eyes met, and Cory's face was covered in a smirk
identical to Ben's. "Yeah, man, you're right. So where's this
place?"

"Just a couple blocks away. Come on, I'll show you."

"Let me go pay for the table and I'll meet you outside," Cory said.

"No way. Let the bitch pay for it," Ben replied, nodding back to me as
he headed for the door, with Cory following behind him.

I stood there and watched them walking away. I didn't have to go with
them. Fuck Ben anyway, for setting me up. I watched their asses as they
walked. Ben had a hot pair of cheeks under his khakis, but Cory's ass,
as it shifted under the tight denim with each step, was awesome. I felt
my cock throb. Quickly, I walked over to the counter to pay for the
tables and headed for the door.

As I stepped down onto the sidewalk, I looked and saw Ben and Cory a few
feet away, waiting for me. Ben snapped his fingers and pointed to his
feet. A couple guys heading into the pool hall saw this and gave us a
funny look. I lowered my head and hurried to catch up.

"I thought you said he was mine," Cory commented as I closed the
distance.

"He is, but I'm just showing you how you should treat a faggot bitch
when you've got one. He wants to be your slave, Cory. You've got to
treat him like one, and then he'll be so grateful he'll suck your dick
like candy," Ben lectured.

We walked to the corner, then turned down the side street. At the next
corner, we turned into the doorway to an apartment building, typical for
the young Bohemian demographic. Ben waved his electronic key in front of
the sensor, and the door buzzed open. The corridor was stylishly
appointed and the elevator was opening, summoned by the key at the front
door. We walked in and Ben keyed the button for the floor.

"You're not like going to get off watching me use this fag, are you?"
Cory asked Ben, as if I weren't standing right there.

"No way, man. I'll sit in the living room and watch TV. You can take
him into the bedroom and do whatever you want. Whenever you're done,
just leave. Oh, and no rush."

"Sweet," Cory acknowledged, looking me over again.

The elevator opened and we stepped out into a short hallway. Only two
doors opened off, indicating that the apartments behind them were large
and expensive. Ben opened the door on the right and led us inside. The
living room was incredible, with a suede sofa, Oriental rugs, and
mahogany tables and picture frames. Off to the left, the entertainment
system was open revealing a projection TV, VCR, DVD player, and a two
different video game systems. The room reeked of money and taste.

"Holy fuck, man!" Cory yelled, giving voice to my thoughts. "You've
got some awesome fucking friends if one of them set you up in here."

Ben smiled and pointed off down the hallway extending to our left. "The
bedroom is all the way down at the end. If you need anything or if your
boy starts misbehaving, call me. I'll be sitting here watching TV. You
want a beer or something before you get going?"

"Yeah, sounds good to me," Cory replied. No offer was made to me. Ben
walked over to the bar, which was aligned along the right wall, opened a
small refrigerator, and produced two beers. He opened them, kept one and
handed the other to Cory. He gave me a broad smirk, then walked around
in front of the sofa, picked up the remote, and keyed on the TV and VCR.
The room was filled with the sounds of sex and a straight porno filled
the large screen. It was a thin woman with enormous breasts giving a
faceless guy head.

"Oh, shit, sorry!" Ben said to Cory, whose attention had immediately
been locked on the film. "Been keeping myself entertained for the
passed couple of days. I forgot that was in there." I wondered if Cory
sounded out the obvious lie, or if he was too nave. His response
disappointed me.

"No way! That looked fucking awesome! Turn it back on!"

As Ben keyed the VCR back into Play mode, I began to wonder whether he'd
set both of us up, Cory and me. If he had, if this whole thing were
staged, there was no telling what he had in mind. But, he would have to
be good. I could usually smell out a set up, and I thought the deal had
been pretty clean, until the twist after the game. Now, the smooth
performance here in the living room was raising the alarm. I took a step
back and Cory turned to me.

"Where the fuck are you going?" he demanded and turned back to the
screen. "That's gonna be you, man. You're going to be on your fag
knees sucking my cock, just like that slut up there." He took a swig
from his beer, his eyes never leaving the action. He let his free hand
fall to his crotch, and I could tell with a glance he was getting hard.
He groped himself shamelessly, as if oblivious to Ben. In his teen mind,
craving sex and stimulated from the sounds and the sight, he was thinking
about one thing.

"Get down here," he said, gesturing with his beer to a spot inches from
his feet. I caught Ben's wry, calculating smile as I moved in front of
Cory. "Get DOWN, bitch!" he yelled, twisting his head to watch the
television around my own head. His hand left his crotch and pushed down
hard on my shoulder. I fell to my knees. His hand moved to the hair at
the back of my head and, making a fist, he pulled me into his
denim-covered crotch. He started rocking his hips while holding my nose
tight against his package. "Fuck yeah, whore. Fuck yeah," he was
muttering. I could feel his cock throb. I started mouthing the rod I
could feel inside his jeans, gripping it loosely between my teeth. He
moaned.

"Fuck!" he groaned. "I want to sit down, get over to the sofa." He
moved to the sofa and sat down, his knees spread wide, and I walked over
and returned to a kneeling position between them. "Get my cock out,
bitch," he ordered. I reached up and unlooped his belt, then unbuttoned
the waistband of his jeans. As I started unbuttoning the fly, Ben's
voice made Cory jump.

"Hey, you know, if he's gonna get your cock out, it's only right that
he has to be naked, right? I mean, he is your fucking bitch. Why should
you be out in the open with him sitting there with his clothes on?"
Cory looked confused. He was obviously uncomfortable with the idea of
Ben being in the room, a fact he'd forgotten in his lust, but he wanted
to get on with the action. He looked down at me.

"You heard the man, faggot! Get those fucking clothes off before you
get a look at my cock!" I reached down and rolled down the sleeves of
my Oxford, unbuttoned the front, and pulled the tail free. I slid the
fabric from my shoulders and lifted the undershirt over my head. I
kicked off my shoes, then stood and dropped my jeans and boxers. Wearing
only socks and a rock hard erection, I knelt back down in front of the
horny kid. I finished his fly to discover he was wearing briefs.
Suddenly in a hurry, he knocked my hands aside and slid his jeans and
briefs down to his calves. His cock was beautiful, about 7" long,
proportional thickness, and cut. It stood proudly from his lap as he
sat, and he took his eyes from the TV for the first time.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?! Suck my fucking cock!" Having
seen this pillar of young, male verility, rising up from below the thatch
of straw colored pubes and above the full sack of balls, I needed no
second invitation, Ben or no Ben. I leaned down and took Cory's knob
into my mouth, closing my lips around the back of his head.

Cory was not in the mood for any leisurely fuck. He grabbed my head and
impaled my face on his cock, forcing it into my throat before I had a
chance to prepare for it. As my nose hit his pubic bone, my throat
convulsed in a gagging choke. I pulled my head back to breathe and Cory
forced it down again. I grabbed his hand from the back of my head and
pinned it down to his hip. Before he had the chance to complain, I
raised my head and began to suck hard while furiously rubbing the ridge
of his cock head with the tip of my tongue. His hips shot forward as he
cried out with pleasure, and he began taking short, stabbing fucking
motions into my mouth. The sounds of me blowing him and his moans
blended easily with the track of the porno still playing behind me.

I could feel him tensing up rapidly, and while I wanted to taste his
spunk, I didn't want him getting off this soon. It hadn't been five
minutes since we'd gotten inside the apartment, and I didn't know what
would happen to either of us once I'd gotten him off.

I pulled my head from his cock and moved under to his balls. "Oh, fuck
yes!" he shouted as the breadth of my tongue swept over his sack.
"Lick my sweaty sack, you cock slut!" I eagerly obliged, licking every
inch of his sack and into the shallow crevice where his upper thighs met
his hips. I took each of his balls into my mouth and rolled them around,
then both balls at the same time, sucking them and using my tongue to rub
them against each other. Cory was writhing above me, his hand again
buried in my hair, holding me to his nuts as I serviced them. His eyes
were still on the screen as I tilted up to see his face, but his lids
were hooded. I could still feel his cock twitching along the side of my
nose and up my forehead while my attentions were on his sack.

After several minutes, I wanted to go down further. I knew he had one
sweet ass even though I'd only seen it through his clothes. I wanted to
taste it, to lick broad swaths through his crack, to tease and then fuck
his straight, virgin ass with my tongue. Either he'd never thought
about being rimmed or he didn't think he was into it, because as I moved
lower and tried to slide my hands under his thighs to get access to his
ass, he used my hair to pull me up to his cock again. He leaned over and
put his neglected beer on the floor, and using one hand on each of my
ears, began pulling me on and off his rod, fucking my face onto his cock.

As his hips thrust under my head and the sounds of climax echoed in
digital surround sound, I could tell he was going to cum, and that I
wasn't going to be able to stop or delay him. As every muscle in his
arms and legs tightened, I slipped back so that only his head was in my
mouth. A split second before the first spurt, I repeated my earlier
motion of rapidly rubbing the underside of his cock head with the tip of
my tongue. I knew it would be too much to process at this instant of
climax, an overwhelming over-stimulation. His legs shot out and up
behind me and his chest folded down as the first shot fired against the
roof of my mouth. It was huge and I swallowed it down to make room for
the next. In all, he pulsed out almost a dozen bursts of jizz before the
flow tapered to a trickle, and I had swallowed every one. He fell back,
exhausted, against the sofa.

As I licked over the spent cock head in my mouth, despite the spasms and
almost painful gasp that indicated the post-orgasm sensitivity Cory felt,
we were both returned to the reality of the present. "Good job, guys,"
Ben said, giving our performance a golf clap where he stood at the end of
the sofa. As I released Cory's cock and looked up, Ben walked over and
stood beside me. He reached to my hair and pulled my head up,
straightening my upper body to a right angle to the floor. He smiled at
me as I grimaced from pain, then pressed my face into his own package.

"How was the blow job, Cory?" he asked the panting kid on the sofa.

"Uh, it was great man, thanks," I heard Cory answer nervously. The
clink of his belt buckle behind me told me he had reached down to pull up
his pants.

"Don't be embarrassed! It's natural for a guy to enjoy getting head.
I watched to make sure this bitch did a good job, and from what I could
see, he seems to have a lot of experience making guys feel good, huh? I
can't wait to try him out myself."

"Yeah, well, go ahead." I heard Cory standing up. "Thanks again for
letting me use your fag. I guess I'll head on out now."

"Hey, relax. Like I said earlier, there's no rush. We've got all
night with this bitch. And I saw that you're still boned. I bet this
faggot has a lot more tricks up his sleeve. Well, maybe not up his
sleeve. In fact, naked like this, there aren't many places he can hide
any tricks. But I bet I know one."

There was a pause. "Nah, no thanks man, I'm not into that. The blow
job was great, but I don't fuck ass."

"You think it's gay?"

"Well, yeah, I mean only fags fuck ass."

"I think you're wrong." Ben reached into his back pocket and pulled
out the remote. I tilted my head up and saw him staring intensely at
Cory, still standing transfixed behind me. Pointing the remote over his
shoulder so he could maintain eye contact with his new prey, he keyed a
button to change the picture source to the DVD player, and unpaused the
obviously pre-queued scene. I couldn't see the TV with my face buried
in Ben's crotch, but I could hear the screams of some whore and the
grunts of a man fucking her. "Think that guy is gay, Cory?" Ben asked,
and I knew it was an anal fuck scene.

"No, but...I mean, he's fucking a girl!" Cory retorted, but there was
no fire in his voice. He was on the edge of being hooked. I could see
it like I had eyes in the back of my head. He was watching the screen,
holding his pants up to his hips. His half hard cock was swelling up
again in his briefs as he saw that cock slide in and out of the whore's
ass on the giant TV.

"It's getting it up the ass that makes a guy a fag, Cory, not giving it
up some bitch's ass. It's like the blow job. All you're doing is
getting your rocks off. Girl, guy, whatever, you're getting what you
want. What makes this guy a fag," he said, as he shook my head for
emphasis, "is that he likes it." He tossed my head back, throwing me
off balance, and I toppled backwards. As I landed on my back, my hard
cock was pointing up into the air. Cory glanced down as I fell, and did
a double take as he saw my erection. "See?" Ben asked.

Cory smirked, and I knew Ben had sold him. Ben and my hard on. Cory
released the waist of his jeans, and they fell, pooling at his ankles.
He stepped out of them and slid off the polo he wore. He looked back up
at the screen, and then down at me. "You're going to be a good bitch
and take my cock up your ass, right?" Lying flat on the floor, looking
up at him upside down over my head, I nodded. "What?!" he barked down
at me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take your cock up my ass!" I said. My throat was
dry. I wanted his cock, I wanted him to fuck me. I was almost glad Ben
had talked him into doing it, but I was still worried about Ben's
ultimate plans.

"Then turn the fuck around! I want you like her!" he pointed to the
screen. I looked up, and I saw a dark-haired woman on her back, her face
contorted in pain or pleasure or both as the guy above her pinned her
knees to her shoulders and plowed her ass. I obeyed, turning my head
around to point to the TV so that he could continue to watch the porno
while he fucked me. He pushed his underwear off, and his hard cock rose
from his crotch as he knelt. I raised my legs, watching his face as he
got into position behind me. I pulled my knees to my chest and his eyes
never left the screen. Finally, he took hold of his cock and glanced
down to find my hole. He rested the tip of his head against me, and then
looked up to the screen again. At that instant, I panicked. I rolled my
head back to find Ben, and just as I was going to ask for some kind of
lube, Cory pressed in.

Ben was there, watching my face as I howled at the dry penetration. Cory
had never fucked ass before, so it wasn't his fault. Ben had set me up
again. His face was pure malice as the head of Cory's cock pushed into
my chute. My hands flew to Cory's hips, trying to hold him still.
"Shut the fuck up, faggot!" Cory yelled down at me as he continued to
take in the film. "Get your hands off of me!" He reached back,
grabbed my wrists, and slid each behind my knees. He shifted his weight
to that his upper body pinned my wrists to my knees and my knees to my
shoulders. His lower body supported only by the balls of his feet, and
the arc his back formed above me was only held up by one thing: his cock
in my ass. Gravity rapidly sank Cory's cock into my ass as I shrieked
and my eyes filled with tears. His cock felt like a red hot poker
sliding into my ass.

Cory grunted as he slid home inside me, his pubes pressing into my crack
and cheeks, and his balls draped along the crest of my butt. The look on
his face was one of pure bliss, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly
open. I gasped for breath, preparing to scream again from the pain still
burning around his cock when suddenly a pair of briefs were thrust
between my lips. I realized Ben was gagging me with Cory's briefs, but
I was helpless to stop him; Cory was holding my hands.

"Fuck away, kid," Ben said. "That ought to help the neighbors
sleep."

Cory's eyes flickered open. Again, he'd completely forgotten about
Ben. Cory looked down to me, tears streaming from my eyes, my mouth full
of his underwear. The lust had taken over, and he no longer cared. He
lifted his head back to the screen and began ripping his cock from inside
me. I thought my eyes were going to bulge out. It felt like Cory's
cock was pulling my intestines inside out as he withdrew. I groaned
hoarsely around the briefs, and then Cory plunged back in.

"Oh god, it's so tight!" he was muttering. "It's so fucking hot and
tight. I can feel my cock sliding inside him, every inch of it! It's
so soft and smooth." He was trying to watch the porno, but his head
kept dropping, his eyes closed in concentration and carnal delight. He
was slowly thrusting in and out of me. The pain was fading with each
thrust, but it still made me whimper and wince. He let out a long, hard
breath each time his cock sank into me. Each stroke was long and slow,
first out until only the head remained clutched inside my abuse ring,
then deep inside, thumping my prostate as it passed.

My cock, which had gone soft from the pain of his first penetration, was
reacting from the continual stimulation of my love nut. I was beginning
to moan with each down stroke. Cory was oblivious to the change, but Ben
was not. Cory's eyes were closed, but I could see Ben, standing
slightly off to the side, watching us. His gaze would pass over Cory's
tight body as the flex and release of the boy's muscles ebbed and flowed
with his fucking. Often, Ben would stare into my eyes, catching them
when I wasn't looking up into the enraptured, blissful face of the blond
teen fucking me. He made a point, once, when he knew I was looking, of
looking back at Cory's own ass.

A virgin, straight ass. I knew it was tight, tighter than mine even, and
I'd only been fucked three or four times before now. I knew what soft
curves those cheeks formed. I'd wanted to slide my tongue between those
cheeks, to suck and savor that crack, and I now knew what Ben wanted. He
wanted to fuck Cory. I was wondering how Ben would manipulate the boy
into giving himself up when Cory suddenly began increasing tempo. I
looked back up at his face, now upturned to the TV once more. The guy on
camera was grunting loudly, harshly, and each of his thrusts was
punctuated by the slap of his balls against his bitch's ass and a sharp
cry from her throat.

Cory was mimicking the guy's pace. He was ramming his cock into me hard
now. His cock was like a piston now, and each time it made its way
inside, the force jolted me back slightly on the carpet. The friction of
my back on the floor was more sharp than that of his cock in my hole.
Cory was, as usual, oblivious of this, another trivium outside his little
world of visual, aural, and genital stimulation. His world consisted
only of a narrow frame of reality. The cock ramming into the bitch on
screen. The sound of the actor's lust, the echo of the actress's pain,
the dull slapping of balls on ass, both on screen and off. The clench of
my tight ring, clutching at his rod as he pulled it out, then plunged it
in. The feeling of his sack smacking my ass each time he buried deep
inside me. The heat, the texture, of my guts on his sensitive cock head,
swelling to feel more of the smooth velvet of my ass.

He screamed when he came louder than I had when he'd first rammed inside
me. "FUCK YES! YOU FUCKING BITCH! TAKE MY COCK! TAKE MY CUM!" He
pounded me as he poured his boiling cum into me. It felt like a soothing
balm as it coated his cock with each stroke, which smeared it on my
aching hole. His legs and arms gave out, and he fell on top of me. He
was covered with sweat, and his body pressed into mine, I realized that I
was too. My sweat, and what had dripped off him during his fuck. His
cock was still pulsing inside me, and his hips were still gently rocking,
sloshing his dick around inside my cum filled ass. He was panting,
exhausted.

Suddenly, I realized that was the only sound. Cory's gasp for breath.
Ben had turned the television off.