An evening with Mac......or was it?16:06 Oct 04 2006
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This is a story I worked on a while ago. My friends both write very, um, erotic, stories..although this is not very erotic...I think it does tease the imagination a bit.....what do you think?
MAC
It was August 11, 2004, my Mom’s birthday and my orientation day at a new job. I was rather tired since I had not gotten home until around 7:30 p.m. The apartment was a disaster as I had mostly been using it as a pit stop for the last few weeks to sleep, shower, change and dump a load of stuff and reload more stuff for the next day. He had been living in the apartment next door for about 8-9 months now. I had seen him maybe twice to speak to in the whole time. And those encounters had been a bit nerve wracking- he was never without a beer and would pop the top on one as he took the last drink of the other. The last time he had actually spoken to me had been about 2 months before and the question that stood out was, “Wanna see my pierced titty?” After I managed to get my mouth closed and say no, he still jerked open his shirt and showed me anyway. Sure enough, there was a silver nipple ring in his left nipple. I quickly muttered something about getting back to work and went into the apartment. So, when he showed up, knocking at my patio door, I was a bit wary but let him in anyway. It was not that I was afraid exactly, more that I did not want a weirdo hanging out with me….I did that at work at the local psychiatric unit, I did not want to deal with it at home.
In any case, it was not but a few minutes before he said, “Wanna see my nipple ring?” I told him no that he had already shown it to me. He said, “oh”. Finished his beer and said, “I am going to get another one, want me to bring you one?” I declined telling him that I did not drink beer. He sort of shrugged and walked out. Two minutes later he was back. It was obvious he was rather tipsy already but he also seemed sort of lonely. So tried to make some small talk and asked about his girlfriend and he said, “We broke up Monday.” And inside my head I was going, “AHA! I knew it! I knew something was up for him to come over.” I had barely finished the sentence in my head before he said, “I got my cock pierced, wanna see?” Well, again I was speechless for a second or two before reacting with, “No! Why in the world would you do that?” He sort of looked at me and grinned, “To pleasure a woman.” was his response. “Oh my!” was my thought as my gaze inadvertently dropped to his crotch although there was nothing to see as he had on baggy sweat pants.
Catching my gaze, he asked again while moving his hand to the waist of his sweats, “Wanna see?” Again I said no. Then quickly attempted some diverting questions like “Is it a Prince Albert?” I had read that this was the name for penis piercing. He sort of nodded yes. Then, “Didn’t it hurt?” His reply was, “Hell yes!” as he took another swig of his beer. So, I asked further, “So where did you get someone around here to do that?”
You could have knocked me over with a feather at his reply.
“I did it myself.”
“YOU did it? Why ever in the world would you do that to yourself?”
“It was a spiritual thing.”
“Huh?”
“You know the native Americans used to do all sorts of things as spiritual ritual. Besides do you think I am going to pay someone money to do that, when I can do it myself? I just took a big needle and stuck it thru and whoooooooeeeee”, he sort of made a swoon motion and finished his beer. “Am going to get another one, can I come back?”
Well still reeling from the fact that he had pierced his own cock, I sort of nodded yes and he was back in about two minutes, already with the top popped.
I just sort of sat and watched him drink for a few minutes while pretending to watch tv. Then again, “Wanna see my pierced cock?” and he was so sincere about showing it off that I almost said yes but did not. I must admit he took the refusals in stride and just sort of nodded and took another drink.
We sort of chatted about whatever was on tv for a few minutes interspersed with minutes of silence. Would see him watching me out of the corner of my eye, finally asked him, “What are you watching me for?”
“Ain’t nothing wrong with it is there?”
Well for the life of me at that time I couldn’t think of a good reason for him not to. And that, I think, was the beginning of the end of my resistance. And, I think even in his alcohol haze, he knew it or at the very least sensed it and switched tactics accordingly. Because his next question came from his kneeling position at my feet as he cradled my knees in his arms, “Then let’s just sleep together?”
“What? I don’t think so.”
“We don’t have to do nothing, just sleep. I am pretty tired.”
I thought I did well in that first refusal but somewhere between the first no and the second, it changed to a yes. And the next thing I knew, I heard myself saying, “ Ok I will go lay down with you until you go to sleep and then I am coming home”. Well of course he said ok and then lead me over to his apartment.
I could not believe myself, had I really said yes to a virtual stranger? Was I really going to just lay down with this guy and wait for him to go to sleep? As I stepped into his back patio door, I realized that, apparently, I was going to do just that.
Well, once inside, I saw that he had left his stove on and dinner cooking, almost an hour ago. Encouraged him to go ahead and eat. He fumbled around for a few minutes, ate a potato or two, turned everything off and took hold of my hand and said, “Let’s go lay down.” Like walking in a dream, I followed.
Once upstairs, I realized just how little furniture he had as his bed was a piece of foam with a sleeping bag thrown over that and a blanket to cover up with and a couple of pillows. Well, I did hesitate as I have bad knees and was thinking, if I lay down on the floor I may never get up or at least certainly not gracefully. But, while I was thinking this, he had gone into the bathroom, I guess to use mouthwash or brush his teeth or something but he was back out in a moment, stating, “Let’s lay down”. And before I could say anything he had dropped his sweatpants and took off his tank shirt. There was nothing on underneath. While I sucked in my breath on that fact and caught a quick glimpse of something shiny in the darkness, he was laid down and holding a hand up for me. It seemed I was going to get down in that floor after all.
Well, I did make it down, fully clothed. He held up his arm and motioned for me to lay my head on his chest, which I did. He wrapped his arm around me and just sort of squeezed and sighed. I made sure my arm went only around his stomach, high on his stomach at that. But you know, once I stopped moving, I realized, it felt amazingly good to be laying there in the dark being held tightly. I just sort of sighed myself and let myself relax some and enjoy. His hand began stroking my back through my shirt but that was all. It really appeared as if he was going to go to sleep. So I relaxed even more. We stayed like that for probably 15-20 minutes. It was nice, I even felt myself starting to drift a bit. And I knew that his breathing had deepened a bit as if in sleep. Then he would sort of move and squeeze me close and go, “mmmm this is nice.” Then his other hand moved down under the blanket to his cock. I should have seen it coming I suppose but since the event so far held a dream like quality, I just floated with it. My own hand had begun moving along his chest, a nice strong one with dark hair. I even strayed over and stroked the nipple ring a bit. That was when he took my hand and took it with his to his cock.
At first, I just let him move my hand but then it felt nice and smooth and hot and hard all at the same time and my hand started moving on its own. He sort of moaned and closed his eyes in pleasure...
COMMENTS
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feralmuse
11:43 Feb 27 2008
Youre a very talented writer *smile* I enjoyed that alot