Matt hated the fact that Dez could still get to him so easily after all this time. He swore to himself he hadn't missed him. He really hadn't. And now there was this emo girl in the room. A bit Lolita sytle, but not really. He didn't want to look at her even if she was the main reason he was here.
Matt caught his breath as he toppled to the bed. And she was taking off his socks and shoes as Dez tugged him out of his jeans until there was nothing to take off. Matt felt if the light only shined on him from the lamp in the room. Everything else was in dark. He took a deep breath and then when he felt Dez's warm mouth on his cock, Matt almost gasped, but she Frenched him as if they did this to strangers all the time. Her fingers played with tits and he'd never felt so completely instense before. He hadn't expected that as he kissed her more.
And then she straddle him, sucking his thumb as Dez sucked him off. Almost. She guided his thumb at the edge of her clit. She was so wet that it felt like perfection when his cock slipped into her.
It didn't seem possible, but he felt her take him in. And he sensed her sex and her little moans arroused him too. Maybe they could do this again. Matt bit his bottom lip. If it didn't take this time.
But he was cumming, like crazy. He did. He just couldn't help himself.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
someone cute and funny
Dez felt like he was a goddamn nurse of some kind. All this shit he'd had to learn in the last few days about conception.
"Well, you're body is at the right temperature," Dez was honest about that with Beca. "It could work. You could still have a baby. But uh, if it happens, possibly you should just go to your Momma's and be a good girl for the next nine months. Can you do that?"
She was tense though in the motel room in her short babydoll dress. She'd worn her bright red cowboy boots. It was a little confusing, but this wasn't exactly a style show.
"Would you relax?" Dez put on a happy face just for her, and he rubbed her tense shoulders. "You might even enjoy it, you know it." He rubbed her tiny tummy for good luck.
She could hardly say a word. The black nail polish was scrubbed clean from her fingers now and so was the black dye from her hair. It was just a nice thick chocolate now.
"I dunno."
"Look, what if I tell you, you're fuck'n the guy who fucks Trace all the time." Dez grinned as if this was information that might give her the nerve to go through with this. "It'll be haute. It is the answer to every revenge you ever wanted on Trace. And thanks to me, its gonna happen, baby. Right here."
There was a knock on the motel door then.
"RIGHT NOW!" Dez smirked full of happiness. "Don't you just love it?" He bit his bottom lip and went to answer the door.
"Its about time, jerk-wad." Dez said to Matt when he let him in.
Matt was even lipped and looked as if he had had a gun he would have used it on him. Maybe Beca too. But Dez couldn't underestimate him. He knew Matt would do the right thing.
"So how's it hang'n?" Dez leaned in then.
"What? Am I hard?" Matt squinted. "I don't think so."
"Well, then," Dez shrugged, getting to the nitty gritty of things by jerking Matt's expensive T over his head. "Let me take care of that."
Matt sighed. "I need something to drink."
"Don't have anything." Dez shrugged pulling Matt in by the beltloops as he rubbed against him. "Technically, we have to have some good clean fun here." Dez whispered in his ear. He kissed Matt's neck. He resisted.
"Come on, you know you wanna," He kept rubbing against him as he touched his abs. Frenched him. He remembered Matt's mouth as he felt down his jeans to see if there really was any response. There was. Dez just grinned and motioned for Beca to come over.
"Well, you're body is at the right temperature," Dez was honest about that with Beca. "It could work. You could still have a baby. But uh, if it happens, possibly you should just go to your Momma's and be a good girl for the next nine months. Can you do that?"
She was tense though in the motel room in her short babydoll dress. She'd worn her bright red cowboy boots. It was a little confusing, but this wasn't exactly a style show.
"Would you relax?" Dez put on a happy face just for her, and he rubbed her tense shoulders. "You might even enjoy it, you know it." He rubbed her tiny tummy for good luck.
She could hardly say a word. The black nail polish was scrubbed clean from her fingers now and so was the black dye from her hair. It was just a nice thick chocolate now.
"I dunno."
"Look, what if I tell you, you're fuck'n the guy who fucks Trace all the time." Dez grinned as if this was information that might give her the nerve to go through with this. "It'll be haute. It is the answer to every revenge you ever wanted on Trace. And thanks to me, its gonna happen, baby. Right here."
There was a knock on the motel door then.
"RIGHT NOW!" Dez smirked full of happiness. "Don't you just love it?" He bit his bottom lip and went to answer the door.
"Its about time, jerk-wad." Dez said to Matt when he let him in.
Matt was even lipped and looked as if he had had a gun he would have used it on him. Maybe Beca too. But Dez couldn't underestimate him. He knew Matt would do the right thing.
"So how's it hang'n?" Dez leaned in then.
"What? Am I hard?" Matt squinted. "I don't think so."
"Well, then," Dez shrugged, getting to the nitty gritty of things by jerking Matt's expensive T over his head. "Let me take care of that."
Matt sighed. "I need something to drink."
"Don't have anything." Dez shrugged pulling Matt in by the beltloops as he rubbed against him. "Technically, we have to have some good clean fun here." Dez whispered in his ear. He kissed Matt's neck. He resisted.
"Come on, you know you wanna," He kept rubbing against him as he touched his abs. Frenched him. He remembered Matt's mouth as he felt down his jeans to see if there really was any response. There was. Dez just grinned and motioned for Beca to come over.
Monday, June 29, 2009
lick your attitude
Matt was in lust with his body.
Trace was lean, and hawte damn powerful. Matt couldn't get enough of it. And he loved every minute being on the road with him. The music. The commodore and of course, the fuck'n.
He hardly remembered anything about Dez at all now. Why in the hell had they hooked up? He was a far cry from Trace who was a cock, fully loaded.
Matt just couldn't keep that silly smile off his face. His luck, people thought something was wrong with him. Matt was just happy to be Trace's boy.
He hadn't thought about Dez at all. Even if Matt had left his house keys with him. His car too. Man, he knew Dez would leave him high and dry and Matt didn't really even care. After all, he was in the company of Trace, and they weren't just fuck buddies, they were friends. They made music. It was hell of a creative endeavor. You couldn't learn this shit in school. Nor the fuck'n.
So when Dez called, Matt didn't even want to take it, but he kept calling. Evidently, urgent.
"What in the fuck did you do?" Matt was cold. "Burn down my damn place!" Matt spoke to him when Trace wasn't around. He was having a meeting of some kind with Musso.
"Look, I know we're through." Dez sounded so damn low, like he might be dying. "I get that. You got what you came for, and it wasn't me."
"What the hell do you want?" Matt came close to tell him to go fuck himself.
"I need your help."
"Look, you got my fuck'n place. Rent free, asshole. You drive my car. You know, all that shit will come to an end when I get back to town."
"I know." Dez sounded earnest about it. "I just got a problem. And you could fix it."
"Me?" Matt yelped into his cell. He sighed then and said, "What is it?"
"Beca lost the baby."
"So." Matt swelled a frown.
"OK, she had a shit load of pills and crap, and its probably a good thing, but its Trace's kid-"
"Shit! What do you want me to do about it!" Matt squinted.
"Fuck her." It was that simple.
Matt almost threw his cell then. He paced back and forth like a mad man.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCK'N MIND!" Matt yelled into the cell.
Dez said nothing for the longest time.
"Think about it." Dez said very level headed.
"No." Matt snapped back. "You do it."
"Yeah, well, I don't think my sperm is up for it." Dez told him.
"Take her to a God damn doctor, for fuck's sake!" Matt fretted.
"That cost money." Dez sighed. "Look she's clean and probably fertile enough for the taking."
"I don't need this shit." Matt shook his head. This was making him sick to his stomach.
"Look, we're at this motel not so far from you, and you know, if you do it, you'd be doing us both a favor. Hey, and you know the baby would be a hell of a lot cuter if it was yours instead of Trace's. Just think of it as what a best friend would do. All right?"
"You're crazy, Dez." Matt swelled a frown.
"Come on, do it for Trace. You want to see him grieving over this shit." Dez was milking it for all it was worth.
Matt just frowned, squinting hard as he listened to the directions on how to get to the motel.
Trace was lean, and hawte damn powerful. Matt couldn't get enough of it. And he loved every minute being on the road with him. The music. The commodore and of course, the fuck'n.
He hardly remembered anything about Dez at all now. Why in the hell had they hooked up? He was a far cry from Trace who was a cock, fully loaded.
Matt just couldn't keep that silly smile off his face. His luck, people thought something was wrong with him. Matt was just happy to be Trace's boy.
He hadn't thought about Dez at all. Even if Matt had left his house keys with him. His car too. Man, he knew Dez would leave him high and dry and Matt didn't really even care. After all, he was in the company of Trace, and they weren't just fuck buddies, they were friends. They made music. It was hell of a creative endeavor. You couldn't learn this shit in school. Nor the fuck'n.
So when Dez called, Matt didn't even want to take it, but he kept calling. Evidently, urgent.
"What in the fuck did you do?" Matt was cold. "Burn down my damn place!" Matt spoke to him when Trace wasn't around. He was having a meeting of some kind with Musso.
"Look, I know we're through." Dez sounded so damn low, like he might be dying. "I get that. You got what you came for, and it wasn't me."
"What the hell do you want?" Matt came close to tell him to go fuck himself.
"I need your help."
"Look, you got my fuck'n place. Rent free, asshole. You drive my car. You know, all that shit will come to an end when I get back to town."
"I know." Dez sounded earnest about it. "I just got a problem. And you could fix it."
"Me?" Matt yelped into his cell. He sighed then and said, "What is it?"
"Beca lost the baby."
"So." Matt swelled a frown.
"OK, she had a shit load of pills and crap, and its probably a good thing, but its Trace's kid-"
"Shit! What do you want me to do about it!" Matt squinted.
"Fuck her." It was that simple.
Matt almost threw his cell then. He paced back and forth like a mad man.
"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCK'N MIND!" Matt yelled into the cell.
Dez said nothing for the longest time.
"Think about it." Dez said very level headed.
"No." Matt snapped back. "You do it."
"Yeah, well, I don't think my sperm is up for it." Dez told him.
"Take her to a God damn doctor, for fuck's sake!" Matt fretted.
"That cost money." Dez sighed. "Look she's clean and probably fertile enough for the taking."
"I don't need this shit." Matt shook his head. This was making him sick to his stomach.
"Look, we're at this motel not so far from you, and you know, if you do it, you'd be doing us both a favor. Hey, and you know the baby would be a hell of a lot cuter if it was yours instead of Trace's. Just think of it as what a best friend would do. All right?"
"You're crazy, Dez." Matt swelled a frown.
"Come on, do it for Trace. You want to see him grieving over this shit." Dez was milking it for all it was worth.
Matt just frowned, squinting hard as he listened to the directions on how to get to the motel.
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