Martes, Disyembre 29, 2015

EB series: Finale

rest of Part Three here.
...i compelled him to be as gentle and was glad that he complied. he would reach down on me at every moment and plant kisses at the back of my neck, and bite my ear, like a sweet reassurance that it will be fine and that i would still enjoy whatever we were doing. “just tell me if you’re hurting..”, i admired the reverence even a midst an intercourse, checking if i could still hold on to it. “just go on, i’d say when this is getting too uncomfortable”. but really, i just want him to fuck me like he had wanted to. and i'd let him have that.


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while on a dog stand, he held me firmly by the waist and adjusted his angle to a position where he could crouch down with his knees bent on a half squat. he ordered me to be steady. though his requests were appeasing, i obliged with his firm instructions like a slave following his master’s imperatives. and from there he pushed himself inwards again, moving in and out, filling and emptying me, without breaking the rhythm. i adjusted my knees and put them closer together to squeeze more on him. “ughh..” he could not muffle his groans anymore. although his position was a little unstable, he managed to reach me from behind to give my dick some stroking. he probably thought he needed to reciprocate the gratification, and that i needed it too at the moment. it felt a lot better now: twenty for the effort. he’d just proven his mastery: he’s really good at this beyond doubt.

my chuckle shifted into a shivering gasp when he was continually stroking me, rough palms but with the perfect pressure made my tool slither so flawlessly inside his grip. i think there was a mingling between a slight discomfort on my behind and the close-to-orgasm feeling this man was giving me. the rhythm of his hips seamlessly goes in euphony with his consistent rubbing. i could not believe that what his doing caused a lot of pleasure as much pain. with that i couldn’t keep my groans anymore. rough hands, hard dick, and sweaty body of a hot guy fucking me from behind were kind of an unusual but perfectly combined recipe working in ways that had never occurred to me.

after a while he carried me back to the bed again. he eased me up over onto the sheets, clearing the scattered pillows over. i saw his dick not getting any limper. he placed my legs over his shoulders to restrain me, and pinned me down with his palms over mine. i felt his swell yet again inside me. he was pounding harder than he ever did earlier. this is it. “oh god fuck me hard”, i pleaded to him like a servant begging for his lord. “you liked this, huh”, he said pushing some more. “you want this, i’m gonna finish you off”, he said again, gasping his breath. i was this time letting it all out: shaking, yelling, and cursing. and after one final shove together with a loud unrepressed groan, he collapsed onto me covered with sweat. i reached for his back and glided my hands over his dripping body, and gave him one final lick on his neck. then we settled after a while, tired. drenched.

he rolled off the bed and went to the toilet. i thought i heard a flick of a rubber and then the tap running. when he came back he was already bare, limp and lifeless. he gave me a weak smile, and i just marveled at his nakedness. he laid down on the center of the bed while i was on the side near the edge from our last position. he reached his arm telling me to come closer to him. we cuddled: with his overall appearance it was not obvious for a guy like him to do such. i haven’t really known him yet. somehow he’s full of surprises even at the verge of this dying encounter. so we talked. we talked about many other things, the type i cannot disclose. i admired him more, i felt his authenticity, as much as i felt sadness that maybe this one was just as fleeting as everything else. 

i knew it.

but for the remaining moments, i’d slept on his arms for the rest of the evening.
tomorrow wouldn’t be too soon.



related posts: 
EB series: part One
                 part Two
                 part Three


Sabado, Disyembre 19, 2015

a sweet pleasurable nothing

gusto ko lang kumanta nang kumanta. Christmas party namin: sa pagkakataong ito para maiba naman, sa beach. ang sarap, lalo na’t medyo naka-inom na't tumitigas na ang pagmumukha mo at hindi ka na nakakaramdam ng hiya. kasabay ng tugtog ng musika ay ang pagsayaw rin ng mga kasamahan ko. lahat nag-eenjoy, and ganda nilang tingnan, lahat masaya. mga ilang kanta rin bago ako tumigil, parang ang init na sa pakiramdam at gusto ko munang magpahangin kaya't lumabas ako ng cottage dala ang basong pangtoma  upang do'n muna ako malapit sa baybayin. kailangan kong huminga: ihinga lahat ng mga problema, mga bigat na nararamdaman, at mga bagay na bumabagabag s’aking isip nung panahon na yon kung meron man. gusto ko lang tumahimik sandali at mapag-isa.

tahimik ang dagat bagama't meron pa ring naliligo sa di kalayuan kahit madilim na. masaya rin sila gaya namin, naliligo at sumasabay sa takbo ng mga alon. ilang sandali rin me napansin akong lalakeng papalapit. isa siya sa mga naliligo pero tinatahak niya ang dereksyon ko. gusto niya rin siguro muna ng tahimik at medyo lumayo siya sa mga ka-tropa niya; wala rin kasing tao doon sa bandang andun ako. tiningnan ko lang siya sa di kalayuan. papalapit, at unti unti ko na siyang naaaninag sa liwanag galing sa cottage namin.

hindi pa rin ako bumitaw ng tingin hanggang sa nasa tapat na siya. medyo bumagal ang kanyang paggalaw sa tubig, nakatingin na rin. unti-unti ko na siyang naaninag unti-unti na ring bumibilis ang tibok ng aking puso. tumigil siya sa tapat ko, sadyang binabasa ng tubig ang katawang naka-ahon na mula bewang pataas, sumulyap sandali’t patuloy na gumalaw. nang medyo nakalagpas na siya sa tapat ko lumingon ulit ito, at gaya nga ng gusto kong magnyari, bumalik ito't paunti-unting nang umaahon na akala mo’y lalapitan na ako. medyo nakikita ko na ang kubuoan niya. "shit", napa-isip ako. semi-kal, maputi, medyo chinito. sa madaling salita: gwapo. maganda rin ang kanyang tindig. manhid  ang katawan pero naglilikot ang aking isip. bumibilis ang tibok ng puso. dadaan siya muli sa harap ko, ngunit sa pagkakataong ito, nang mas malapitan.

ngumiti siya ng kunti, ako naman, nakatitig lang. ang sarap pag medyo lasing. nawawala lahat ng hiya at takot sa pakiramdam. uminom ulit ako mula sa baso ng alak na dala-dala ko.

tumitig siya sa akin habang  naglalakad papalapit. ibang klase, parang nangingimbita. uminom ulit ako, ng marami na parang nilulunod ko na ang aking sarili. parang alam ko na ito. matapang, yan ang gusto ko. "ben…ben", biglang me sumigaw sa likod ko, "exit na tayo". "hanggang 10 lang sila, kelangan na nating mauna", ang kasama ko pala. bitbit na ang mga gamit ko. “anong oras na ba?”, inis kong tanong. "kala ko asan ka na, hinanap kita andyan ka lang pala". hindi na ako sumagot, lumingon na lang  ako ulit sa lalaki, nakalagpas na pala siya, bumalik na sa dagat  nakatingin pa rin na ulo lang ang nakalitaw sa tubig. “gusto ko pa sanang manatili”, mahina kong tugon sa kasama. “gusto mo bang maiwan at magligpit ng kalat? eh di walang problema”. oo nga pala, pinag-usapan na namin na dapat di kami ang mahuhuling umexit. kelangan ko na talagang umalis.

hindi ko alam kung ano ang aking mararamdaman sa panahong iyon. parang pinapapili ako sa dalawang tao kung saan ba ako mananatili: kung sakaling magpapa-iwan ako hindi rin sigurado kung meron bang mangyayari.. ang alam ko lang, isa ito sa mga sandaling bigla na lang dumadating nang hindi ko inaasahan. mapanuksong sandaling alam kong lilipas din. sadyang me mga pangyayari talaga na gusto man natin lagyan ng ending eh maiiwan na lang nang di talaga matatapos. marami ako niyan. at gaya ng lahat, kailangan nating magdesisyon at piliin muna kung ano ang mas malapit sa reyalidad, at hindi doon sa mga bagay na akala natin na meron, pero wala ring kasiguraduhan.