Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2009 20:02:21 -0400
From: p3skyadam@aol.com
Subject: The beast in the guy part 2

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I felt so dizzy, and so confused. Resting my forehead against the window
seemed to help, the cold glass soothing the embers of what had just
happened. The scene flashed over and over again as the car sped on through
street after street. I remembered that I didn't know where I was anymore.
The blur of trees and occasional house meant nothing to me; reminders that
I wasn't in the safe and known. I smiled, how well that was true. Beside me
sat the boy whom I'd always wanted, always needed. Finally he had decided
he wanted me, and he got what he wanted. That was about 20 minutes ago
now. The tenderness with which I had to sit was a constant reminder of
that.  It was so strange and alien to me. I had always ran and avoided pain
at any cost, so why now did I want him back in me, hurting me, healing me?
I shook my head, grinding it against the glass. I couldn't bring myself to
look at his face, and he hadn't spoken to me since we left the school.  We
eventually stopped at a petrol station.
	"Stay in the car." He said in a tone that rang with the call of
authority. I didn't respond, my mind was still to burdened, trying to make
sense of everything. It had all happened, was still happening wasn't it?
Was this real? I shook my head. I needed air. I looked out of the window,
Thomas was heading around to the toilets. Stealing myself, I opened the
door and climbed out. The trees around waved and shook with a cool breeze,
but where I stood the building stopped it from reaching me. So I turned and
walked away, out from under the canopy and into the light and wind. I
walked a little way, and slumped down in a flower bed. The air cleared my
head a little, and I began to realise that I should go back home, to
somewhere I knew, somewhere safe. I watched the cars zoom by, wondering if
I should stick with Thomas or try and hitch a ride home. A body flew into
me and before I knew it I was pinned. Looking up I saw it was Thomas, anger
etched firmly into his face. I tried to buck him off but he merely
tightened his grip on my arms, and held my legs with his own, forcing his
crotch to press firmly against mine.
	"I told you not to get out of the car." Thomas growled at me. I
continued to squirm and writhe under him, and I felt him begin to stiffen
against me. I would've also, but I was to afraid, and too ready to
fight. "Stop!" He snapped. I stopped, glaring at him I spoke with a voice
that attempted to hold a power the matched the one in Thomas' voice.
	"Get off me" I said with wavering fury.
	"I told you not to get out of the car." I shook my head.
	"Get off of me"
	"No". I began to struggle against him again. He slammed my wrists
into the ground. "Stop fighting me". I kept trying to break free, my
heartbeat racing frantically.
	"Let me go!" I screamed. I was losing the will of fight, and the
fear kept rising. I needed to get away. The scream shook with the fear. I
was helpless like this, and I couldn't accept it. The anger began to fade
from his face and he began to hush me. But I was beyond reason, just like a
horse I was spooked and needed to gallop away to safety before I could
calm, I needed to break free to do that. A pair of lips met mine. I
froze. I was shaking, quivering, like an animal does when it is scared. He
rose up his chest, so he could look at me.
	"Why are you fighting me? Why are you afraid?" He asked, confused.
	"please let me go" I begged. He considered it, and rolled off of
me, but kept me there with his arms, wrapped around my chest. It took me a
moment to realise it was a hug, and I began to shelter in it. Slowly I
stopped shaking, and regained my senses, but I was now embarrassed, and the
fear lurked behind a curtain, and was all too ready to burst out and claim
me again. I was still panting though, and hid from my fear behind the
protective arms that held me.
	"I don't understand" Thomas said. I was silent but began to hug him
in return and nuzzled up to his neck. "explain".
	"I. I can't". I couldn't let myself, wouldn't. It was something I
had buried long ago, and couldn't have resurface. It needed to remain
buried.
	"Adam." he said, squeezing me gently. "tell me. I'll not allow
something, anything to hurt you anymore. But I need to know what it is I'm
protecting you from. Why did you react that way?" Maybe it was because of
what he said, or that he was holding me, but for the first time I opened up
a part of myself I had sworn to keep in the dark part of my mind.
	"It began when I was seven." My voice was surprisingly steady, and
now I had begun I knew I had to finish. " I came home from school, I'd
always been bullied, but always fought back, always hurt them, as much as
they hurt me." He hugged me tighter. "But my brother was angry, had been
for a long time, and it was then he began to focus it all on me. He began
to hit me. I could never hurt someone I loved, so I used to run and
hide. So he began to pin me down, and hit me, and there was nothing I could
do but take it. I. I couldn't hurt him, but I have never been so helpless,
I cannot be helpless. If I cannot fight I need to run. Lying there, unable
to even move, and have someone you love pummel the sanity out of you." I
trailed off. The story had been told. It was strange, I thought, felt like
crying, but in Thomas' embrace I felt so safe. No tears would come. Thomas
sighed.
	"Adam. When you said you'd be my bitch, I meant it. You are mine
now. Mine to protect, to love. I promise I'll never hurt you, I'll never
let anything hurt you again." I believed him, and opened my eyes to
something I had closed my eyes off to. I loved him. He walked my to the
car, as though I were made from glass. Soon we were travelling. And I
finally returned to a state of normalcy, well, I suppose I was more baffled
now then ever before. I loved someone? They loved me? And I had opened up
to someone and told them the truth? I was a possession to someone else?
Thomas' groan brought me out of my own head.
	"what's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
	"You made me hard, and it won't go away, and its beginning to
ache." Looking down, I could see the tent in his school trousers. Smiling I
leaned over and unfastened his trousers, as he was going commando, his
long, mighty spear pointed straight up once it was free. I didn't
hesitate. Ducking under his arms I took it into my mouth. "What are you
doing?" Baty asked in surprise. But in a moment he was moaning as I reached
the base of his shaft, my nose touching the skin of thigh. The heat of it
was amazing, but it was nothing compared to the scent it released, and that
was only outmatched by it's taste. I felt a hand grab my hair and push
down, trying to force more into my throat. I began to gag, which served
only to make Thomas moan more. "Adam.ohh.Adam" He moaned. Finally I forced
my head up to breathe. After taking a deep breath I went back down to the
base and began to bob up and down, enjoying the sensation of his cock
poking the back of my throat. Enjoying the feeling of it. I felt the car
swerve and a car's horn blast. "Stop Adam, you're gonna get us killed." But
I couldn't stop, and if he really wanted me to why was he continuing to
push me down onto him and try to hump my mouth in his seat?  His heavy
breathing passed gently over the back of my neck, sending shivers down my
body and helped tantalise his throbbing cock.
	Soon my mouth was aching, but I needed to continue. I needed to
taste his cum on my tongue, needed it to fill me, just like a man dying of
thirst needed water. It became the only goal in my world. But I didn't even
know if he was anywhere close to is climax. I felt the car come to a stop,
and Thomas roll down his window. "Stay down" he said in a low voice. I
complied, staying at the base of his cock holding my breath.
	"Hi, What can I get you?" A man's voice said.
	"Can I get." Thomas gasped as my gagging reflex kicked in. "erm can
I get two deli sandwiches please and two cokes."  He moaned as the reflex
got stronger.
	"That'll be four-fifty. Just pull up at the next booth, and I hope
you enjoy your blowjob." He said with a laugh.
	"I am. He sucks like a pro." Thomas said breathlessly. The man
laughed.
	"Well maybe sometime us three should get together. Here's my
number." I felt Thomas move, and felt him push further into my
throat. Thomas moaned.
	"Hang on can I stay here and finish?" Thomas asked the guy
	"by all means" the guy said eagerly. Thomas titled his seat back,
presumably to give the guy watching a better view. He held the top of my
head in both hands, and undid his seatbelt. He began to face fuck me as
best as he could. His breathing became a pant, and I heard the guy begin to
moan too. I could only guess he was wanking off to the show we were putting
on. Soon Thomas became to moan without attempts of being quiet, and his
body begin to convulse. He came. The torrent of cum quickly filled my
mouth, I swallowed it down, savouring the beautiful taste of it. Regretting
that he eventually stopped shooting jets of it into my mouth. I kept
sucking a while longer though, making sure I got everything. From above I
heard the guy's moans begin to become louder. "Will he swallow my cum too?"
he asked Thomas.
	" Adam." he said, urging me to. Reluctant to leave Thomas' cock I
leaned up and out of the window and swallowed the cock pointing towards
me. The guy placed his hand on the side of my head and face fucked me. In
only seven maybe eight thrusts he came too with a loud extended moan. His
cum was tasty, but no where as near as satisfying as Thomas'. I swallowed
it all though.and again kept sucking to make sure I got it all. The guy
withdrew and leaned down and kissed me. His mouth grinding against mine,
while his tongue eagerly probed my mouth. Then Thomas pulled me back and
everyone made themselves decent.
	"you were right. He's fucking amazing." The man said. I smiled.
	"I know, that's why he's mine." Thomas said proudly.
	"we have to get together. And soon" the guy said.
	"sure" Thomas said. He pulled forward and grabbed the sandwiches
from a man who stared open mouthed at us. Without a word he pulled me in
for a quick kiss and pulled away.