You may not know it, yet, but you’re going to love me. Assuming you don’t already, of course. Which I’m sure you already do.
You’re going to love me so much that I’ll be just about the only thing you can think about. You’re already that way for me. You have been like that for me for a long time.
Ever since I saw you at the Pride parade wearing nothing but that skimpy orange swimsuit, I can’t get you out of my head. Your shaved-smooth body looked absolutely perfect beneath the sheen of your sweat. I can see (and almost taste!) that droplet of heavenly perspiration that dangled from your left nipple – the one with the barbell piercing. When that moist bead fell from your flesh and onto the pavement, I almost shot my wad into the jockstrap I was wearing beneath my wind shorts without even touching myself.
I had to get near you. I took my plastic cup of beer and maneuvered my way closer to you. I could smell your scent, and it occupied my thoughts completely.
You had turned around to show me your back while you danced. You were squirming your barely-clothed hips to music being played by some DJ or another, using that perfectly gropable ass to entice me over to you. How could I resist?
I held my beer high as I weaved through the faceless, nameless people to get over to you. I could feel my blood pressure rising as I got nearer to you. Your strawberry-blonde hair was a beacon for me to follow. The freckles on your shoulders taunted me as I moved closer and closer. You pretended to not see me coming up to you, but you obviously knew I was there. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have been teasing me like that.
What would be the best way for you to turn your attention directly to me so that you could profess your attraction and devotion to my person? How should I break the ice?
Well, ice is cold, and so was my beer. I made myself stumble a little, acting as if someone had bumped into my back, and I made sure that some of that beer sloshed out of my cup and onto your back. I got really lucky when I did that since some of it actually went over your shoulder and got your front, too!
God, that little yelp you gave in surprise (well, fake surprise since you absolutely had to know I was there since you had been all but calling me over to you) gave me goosebumps. You turned around and that nipple with the barbell piercing now had beer dripping off of it, mixed with your tantalizing sweat.
You said something pretending to be shocked and angry, but I didn’t hear any of it. The aroma of your sweat and the beer mixed together, the glistening of the wetness on your torso, the green eyes flashing at me, the red hair burning like copper in the sunlight…everything about you overwhelmed me. I began leaking precum right then and there.
“Let me make it up to you,” I said. “Let’s find an alley and I’ll clean you up.”
Jesus, but my heart must have skipped a few beats when you arched that one eyebrow up at me when you asked “How?” As if you didn’t know what was going to happen.
“I’ll lick you clean,” I said, fluttering my tongue at you. “I’ll even suck you off as an apology for making you moist.”
You were such a tease when you pretended to think about it a little. You looked me up and down as if you didn’t already know what you were going to say. You acted like you were appraising me in my blue harness that stretched over my hairy chest. Your eyes traced to the fanny pack slung around my waist and further downwards to those wind shorts and the obvious bulge they were hiding.
“No deal,” you said. “No blowjob.” Then you grabbed the front of my harness and pulled me into you so that I could feel that glorious body of yours pressing against mine. “I’m going to breed you instead,” you breathed heavily into my left ear. Your lips brushed against the lobe as you spoke, and my asshole twitched in anticipation.
Still holding onto my harness, you led me into an alley and guided me in between two dumpsters. They were probably full of all sorts of disgusting detritus, but my nose was filled only with your aroma. I could only see your body as it promised that it would take mine. The music in the background that you had been writhing to faded when you aggressively croaked, “Start cleaning.”
My tongue was out and lapping at your chest within a couple of seconds. I started at the shoulder and slowly worked my way down your front. My tongue could feel the minuscule stubble on your shaved chest that my eyes couldn’t see, and the sandpapery feeling made my dick that much harder. When I got to that nipple, I sucked and nibbled at it, enjoying the feel of that bit of flesh against my lips and between my teeth.
“Keep going. You have more cleaning to do, bitch.”
Obediently, though reluctantly, I released the nubbin and continued down over your belly. The saltiness of your perspiration mixed with the bitter hoppiness of the drying beer to make a tormentingly delicious cocktail. I reached the waistband of your swimsuit and began sucking on and through the fabric.
“Other side,” you had commanded, taking a handful of my hair and pulling me upwards. I grudgingly obliged. I could have easily withstood the pain of you pulling my hair while I mouthed as the fabric covering your hips, but you had promised me that you would make love to me. All I had to do was clean you off, first.
Once I was standing, you had turned around and put your hands on the brick wall behind you. “Keep licking,” you had commanded.
I did. Again starting at your shoulder, I worked my way down, feeling the muscles under your skin as my tongue did its work. Your taste and your smell – they intoxicated me to the point that I felt high. It was better than any drug that I have ever experienced, and I’ve taken a lot of them over the years. Your piquancy latched perfectly onto my taste buds. It was another example of how we were intended to be together.
“Don’t stop,” you commanded me, moaning a little. “Some of that beer went down the back of my swimsuit. Be sure to get that, too.”
You arched your back as I yanked down the material covering those perfect orbs of your ass flesh. I obediently continued washing and caressing you with my mouth and tongue, tasting each cheek in turn. I felt another bit of precum leak out of my cock as I traced the top of the crack between the sides of your rear. Using only my tongue and keeping my hands to my side, I pried them apart as best I could, savoring the musk arising from your crevice.
You pulled away from my face as I dared to flick your hole with the tip of my tongue. Turning around, you reached for my harness. Wordlessly, you pulled and pushed at me until I was the one facing the brick wall. My hands unzipped the fanny pack and quickly searched for – and found – a small bottle of lube while you were pulling down the back of my windshorts to expose my ass to you, framed in the jockstrap I was wearing beneath the shorts.
Wordlessly, I reached behind me with the lubricant. Taking it from my hand, I heard you murmur, “You came prepared.”
“And you’re going to cum in me,” I said softly to myself as I felt him apply a blob of slickness to my hole. One finger began to slither inside of me, bringing some of the thick liquid along with it to grease my insides. It was soon joined by a second and then a third, sliding in and out rapidly, stretching me out in preparation for your magnificent rod.
“Let’s get one thing straight,” you said as you finger-fucked me and my brain retreated into oblivion from the pleasure. “You’re just a convenient hole to me.”
I knew that you didn’t mean that. Your perfection was too pure to not recognize how we will spend the rest of our lives together, thinking of nothing but each other. Once you saw and felt how my insides were the exact match for the size and shape of your cock, you would understand our mutual destiny.
Your fingers slid out of me, and you maneuvered to press the head of your dick against my quivering hole. You pushed that turgid cock into me with deliberate motion until you were grinding your pubes against me. You kicked my legs further apart to spread my asscheeks so you could get that extra inch further in. You gave a long sigh and a soft groan, and then you began to forcefully and aggressively make love to me. That’s just the way you knew that I would like it.
I knew our lovemaking wouldn’t last very long. After all, we were in a public place, and it would be only a matter of time before someone else spotted us. You needed to get off quickly, so you passionately thrust into me deep and fast. Within two minutes, you were pulling my hips into you hard as you pushed forward as far as you could. My hole could feel your dick pulsing as you coated my insides with your affection.
You took three deep breaths before you pulled your dick out of me, still leaking the last drizzle of your sperm. Taking your semi-rigid cock into your hand, you have it two hard shakes to fling out that last little bit before stuffing it back into your swimsuit. Looking at me, you pretended to be disgusted as you said, “You’re filthy. Go take a shower or something.” Then you turned, walked to the end of the alley, and turned to rejoin Pride.
My hole felt distended as I reveled in the feeling of your essence inside of my guts. Reaching back into my fanny pack, I pulled out a buttplug and inserted it into myself. I was going to keep your love inside of me for as long as I could; there was no way I was going to let any of you leak out of me before I could absorb it.
Then I was on my hands and knees, finding where that last little blob of your affection had been slung from your cock and onto the pavement. When I found that precious drip, I licked it off the asphalt to keep as many of your babies inside of me as I could.
I know that's what you wanted me to do. You wouldn't have called me "filthy" if you didn't want me to do something dirty. I can take a hint and play your games. That's how much I love and want and need you. It's clear that you love me back (and always have), or else you wouldn't have me do these things for you.
I’ve given you some space in the months since then and admired you from a distance. It was easy to find out where you lived and worked so that I could keep near you. All I had to do was follow your god-like person until you went home from Pride and then show up early one morning to see where you went every day.
I know that you know that I’ve been watching you, too. You were thoughtful enough to live on the ground floor of your building so that I could see you through some of your windows sometimes. It was also very considerate that time you pretended to lock yourself out of your apartment that time so that you could show me where you kept your extra key to get in.
Between both of those kind and generous acts of yours, I was able to get into your apartment and find that orange swimsuit. I knew that you wanted me to have that since it’s what you were wearing the first time we met. I took them, of course. I wouldn’t want you to be disappointed by my leaving them behind, would I?
You have even pretended not to notice that they were gone when I’ve watched you through that bedroom window. You’re such a tease sometimes. That’s how I knew that you wanted to make a game of it. I started letting myself in every so often and taking other things. A pair of underwear from your dirty laundry hamper, a t-shirt, and a picture of you looking sexy from your fridge all came home with me. You still pretended to not notice, too!
One day when I let myself into your apartment (well, really it’s OUR apartment, isn’t it?), I noticed that you left something special out for me to take – a dildo and a bottle of lube! Both of those came home with me, obviously, but it made me think about looking through your bedroom a little more thoroughly. That’s when I found one of those vibrating butt plugs that you can operate remotely via your phone. I took a picture of that one so that I could identify who made it later.
Once I did, I downloaded the appropriate app. The next time I came into your (our) place, I booted up the app and synced it to your plug. I admit that I gave in to the temptation and used it for a little while on myself. You were at work and not using it, so it was obviously o.k.
Knowing that something that had been inside of your gorgeous body was currently in mine made me shoot a load so hard that the first few spurts went over my head and landed on your wall. I pulled the vibrator off and smeared as much of my love on it as I could, and then I put it back where I had found it. Now I knew that the next time you used it, some of my sperm would be inside of you, too. I knew you would appreciate that as much as I did.
A couple of weeks ago, I peeked through your bedroom window and saw you putting that plug inside of yourself, too. Once I turned on the appropriate app on my phone and took control of the vibrating patterns, the look on your face was priceless. You almost looked like you were actually confused.
You weren’t, of course. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have left it in a drawer in your bedroom for me to find just so I could sync it to an app on my phone to give you pleasure. But that’s where I found it, and that’s what I did. I buzzed your hole until you took it out. I’m not sure why you threw it across the room like you did, but it must be part of some game you wanted to play with me.
Now it’s time for you to more directly express your appreciation for me, I think. That’s why I’ve been moving some of my things into your apartment while you were at work today. I made space in your closet for my clothes. Granted, I had to throw a few things out, but I’m sure you didn’t like them since you’ve never worn them for me. I’ve even introduced myself as your soon-to-be husband to a couple of people who asked what I was doing.
You’ll come home, and you’ll tell me that you love me, just like I love you. You’ll say that every thought you have is of me, just like mine is for you. You’ll tell me that you want to be with me forever, just like I do with you. You’ll come into our apartment and give me a big hug and a kiss and we will always be happy together. We’ll live together and die together and be with each other always and forever.
You might need a little persuasion, of course. It’s not your style to tell me how much you need me in your life. You like to be more subtle than that by leaving hints and playing games. I think that I want something more direct, though. If you need some convincing before you actually say the words, I can accommodate that.
I know what time you get home from work. I’ll be ready for you when you get here.
