The Runner

The only people that roam the street at 5:05am, are seagulls. In this city they swarm, cluster in the air like white planes, then swoop to the ground and land with a dull thud. They terrorize the other smaller birds, and they strut around flexing, at the line of the pavement, like athletes at the beginning of a race.

I had rang him earlier and asked, "drink?" and he'd said alright so we'd gone for one. We bar hopped for a little while and chatted, he was a little awkward and I felt like my chat over compensated and I wasn't sure what was happening. But he relaxed, we smiled, we bantered, He said to me "I like your hair" and I said "Thanks...er...I like your face!". He laughed and looked embarrassed by my blatant, friendly, honesty. He is a bit of an uncrackable nut. A professional runner and a part time lecturer, but he doesn't give much away. He told me he was the 4th fastest runner in Europe. I was amazed.

The bar closed, he said, "What next?" and I said "What are my options?" and we ended up at his. We lay on the bed chatting for a while, knee to knee, legs twisted up. My patience waned and I said "Would you like me to kiss you?" and he said "I was getting round to it!".

So we kissed. I went down on him and watched his long lithe body stretch out onto his bed, I felt the heat and energy bubble beneath his skin and I made him spurt into my mouth. He curled up when he came, and slide his fingers into my hair, then stretched back out flat. His skin tight over his bones. He said, "That was good. Do you like doing that?". I said "I wouldn't do it if I didn't like it". He reciprocated my kindness by thrusting his fingers deeply inside me and rubbing me forcefully. We fucked briefly. Then he leant me a book, Kafka's 'The Trial', and I left and walked home.

Indie Boy - Stretched

There's so little pretense with you now, we both know exactly what we like.

We talk placidly about our plans for the evening and I'm watching you and thinking,

When can I start. Where can I start.

You come over to sit by me, I nestle in and lick your neck, kissing it softly, I feel you sigh, I watch your clenched fingers uncurl and I know you'll begin to stiffen. I sit close, legs bent, wrapped around your lap. Thighs open and dripping. You push your fingers into me, thrust and twist, bring them up to our lips, intertwine them in our gentle kisses, and push them down my throat for me to suck.

In the bedroom you go down on me, smacking me and pushing my lips apart. I let you pleasure me and then I do the same to you. You twist me onto my knees then we fuck and you come and Im close but I'll wait.

We spend the next few hours drinking a beer, smoking a little, chatting. You open yourself up, about past relationships and family and I just listen because it's easier. You say you feel you hold a lot back and you think I'm probably very similar. I hesitate to agree nor disagree.

Time ticks on and my brain reverts to fucking. This week we have been speaking about the things you'd like to do to me next, the anticipation is layered thick. You want to spread me open, fill which ever hole you wish and feel me penetrated double. I agree to the fantasy. I want it.

You slide your fingers inside me again and I stroke your hard firm flesh. I get on my knees and suck you for a long time, play and stroke and pleasure and then I admit I just want to fuck. You drive yourself into. An aching thud, pleasuring me endlessly and then you pull away and slide your cock lower and push lower. I roll over, get on my knees for you and curl my back like an animal. We slather me in lubricant and you begin the slow hard drive of thrusting yourself into somewhere dark and vile. The pain sears through my body and I utter obscenities. You ask if I'm OK with genuine unexpected passion and I coldly put that, I'd tell you if I wasn't. Slowly you urge and edge and fill me up and then you're fucking my arse and it hurts and feels great.

We slide the cold glass of a dildo into my other hole and the pleasure is searing and encompassing. I stroke myself until I orgasm so hard it hurts. You're close, but you haven't. I apologise and grovel, you simply turn me round, swaps condoms and plunge yourself back into my wet aching front. I few deep thrusts before you pull out and jerk your cum all over my face, onto my parted lips and dark hair.

The night is so balmy and warm, Im stretched out and used and shaking and smiling out of the side of my mouth. Next time I want more.

Indie Boy - Serviced By Your Pet

I nipped the skin on his thighs between my teeth, licked the marks, moving higher. I took my top off, leaned down towards him, my skirted bottom in the air, head down, like a cat pawing the ground. I stroke the tight skin across his pelvic bones, licked his stomach, held his thighs firmly and began to kiss the soft mounds beneath his cock. His yearning was palpable, he sighed and squirmed, reaching his hands towards my breasts and squeezing them in his palms.

I run my tongue so slowly from the base to the tip.

I feel him stiffen more. It seems wrong to describe it as beautiful but its so firm and smooth and it tastes so delicious, it fills me and hurts me and pleasures me. I worship at its church, it is my alter and I adore it. I take him in to my mouth. I spit on him and drool on him, running the skin between my palm, taking the tip into my mouth and sucking. We are both so gentle at first, His moans are appreciative, but soon as it builds he wants more. Fingers thread into my scruffy dog hair and he pushes me down. I choke on him and moan and gag. The kohl on my eyes begins to bleed down my face as I suck and play. I gently run him against my teeth, I kiss him and slobber on him. Pushing him to where he wants to go. He holds me buy the neck, guides my head, makes me choke again. Makes me lick, gagging hard. He moans at the pleasure and the idea of the act, and he ejaculates into my mouth.

I feel the hot smooth fluid coat the back of my mouth and I swallow it all.

Indie Boy - Tuesday Night

A small stroke of your firm flesh is all it takes to get you hard. A kiss to the neck, running my fingers tips along your ribs, a bite to the thigh.

You fucked me so deeply I bled. You smack me across the face.

It feels best when I'm on my knees for you, but it feels good anyway you want it.

Your thick and long and pulsing, whenever I want you to be, whenever I beg for you to fuck me.