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"A sexy "no boundaries" stalkerish Valentine's Day romance."
He was the best Cuddler and, ultimately, the best Lover I’d ever had. Why ruin it with silly questions, like... “Who are you?” and “How did you get in my house?”
My name is Jordan West. I was 23, single, and living alone when the Valentine’s Day incident occurred. A borderline introvert living in a city of possibilities, it took a lot of effort to spiff myself up, go out there, and try to connect. An effort that usually ended in vain. So, I gave up. I do that easily. I unapologetically admit it doesn’t take much for me to throw in the towel. That’s just me, for better or worse. Probably worse.
Sure, I was lonely—horny—and craved hot, exciting sex. But to be honest, I had no “game,” and my introversion prevented me from trying too hard. The few times I managed to coax myself into a club, it never seemed to end well. I had my fair share of dates when I first came to the city—I’m good-looking enough to draw attention—but no real connections. I started going out less until I was practically a recluse.
No problem. I had toys—and a surplus of batteries.
Still… one can’t help but crave a flesh-and-blood c*** now and then, attached to a hard-bodied, hot man who knows how to f***.
But that was mostly fantasy at that point.
Then one night, that fantasy came to life in the most disturbing and, dare I say, exciting way—with no effort whatsoever from me. Perfect.
He came, we came, and I… let it happen?
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t my choice, but I digress...
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Everyone is Queer, Forced Proximity, Insta Love / Love at First Sight, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, True Love
Word Count: 13652
Setting: City
Languages Available: English
My eyelids fluttered open, and my eyes rolled back in my head as my fingers and toes curled tightly, as if seizing. My jaw unhinged slightly as my mouth dropped open. I must’ve looked like a possessed man as the demon within took total control.
What squeezed up my barren throat didn’t sound human at all—more like a dying soul. I clutched my pillow, slowly dragging it to my chest, my face shoving into its softness as more “dying” sounds eeked out of me.
The cuddler’s breath grew hot against my neck, each roll of his hips wringing a puff from his lips that swirled into my ear. His large hand wrapped both of our slippery cocks, squishing the hard flesh together. My hips moved in rhythm with his, stroking our dicks through his fist.
READ MOREI bit a mouthful of pillow and screamed, then whimpered, then sobbed a little. No shame—you had to be there. You would’ve fucking cried too, with that between your legs.
I began puffing into the pillow, my hips moving faster—I couldn’t stop them—and pressing down against his hard muscle, raking my balls across his hot, pulsating flesh. A broken, guttural “Uuuuhh-huuh-uuhhh” came out of my mouth in one long syllable, as if forcibly exhumed from the core of my being.
I wouldn’t last much longer. I don’t know how I lasted this long.
His fingers tightened, one digit at a time, each locking in like a vice, until his entire fist squeezed our cocks into what could only be described as a unified boner.
I shuddered.
He shuddered.
Resolve burst.
We were “fucking”—hips slapping ass, hand jerking cocks, bed smacking wall, gasping, grunting.
“Uuh-Uhh-UUHH!!” Me on the edge, about to blow my wad.
“Huh-huh-HUUHH!!” Him getting me there. Getting us there like a trooper—a champion of the cause.
Doesn’t stop till the job gets done.
The goofy phrase spun like a top in my head, making me ridiculously hornier.
My head craned back, my neck tendons straining. His brow pressed hard against the back of my skull, his steamy breath surging into my hair. I could feel the tension in his arm, resting heavily on my hip, vibrating through my bones as he vigorously jerked us off.
A sudden, sharp breath gagged me with the first spurt of cum that spewed from my dick. I managed a quick gasp – “Uuhhh!” – before my full load burst out in thick, globby ropes, squirt after squirt. Not mere dribbles—my cum shot across the sheets like a fucking firehose as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced ripped through me. My body contorted, convulsed, as my jaw twisted and a slur of unrecognizable sounds erupted from my throat.
The cuddler emitted similar noises, huffing against the back of my neck like a rutting animal. His strong hips slapped my ass, and his hand clenched our cocks, furiously stroking. I had hardly gone down as the orgasm still gripped me, and he squeezed more cum from my cock. His huge dick remained hard as steel, pulsing like a fucking living thing against the underside of my shaft.
He has to be close—he has to be!
I became obsessed with him cumming. I craved it more than I’d craved my own orgasm. I thrust into his hand with greater enthusiasm, wanting, needing, to feel his cum on my dick.
The cuddler’s breath shorted out. His hand jerked wildly. His chest hitched against my back. His hips lost some of their rhythm as his thrusts turned erratic.
Yes! Yes! My inner lunatic shouted gleefully, almost deliriously. I’m sure, at that point, I had fully lost my mind. I didn’t fucking care. They could send me to the loony bin—after he came.
“Uuuggghhh…” The sound wrenched forth in a guttural rasp, and the cuddler’s body seized. His hand clamped down painfully tight, ripping another gasp from me—then I was rewarded.
His hips jerked in a wild spasm, and hot, creamy cum blasted my piss slit. He kept jerking, smearing his sticky mess all over our cocks. I shuddered and whimpered, still pumping my hips, the heat of his cum getting my dick hard again.
Holy fucking hell—he could make me cum again!
No one’s ever gotten a two-fer out of me in one go; I was excited.
COLLAPSE
