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Bruce, Fucking, Sex, Romance

DAVID 61

 

BRUCE'S DREAM CONCLUDES (See David 46 & 47):

David061aHe was at my back, one huge arm wrapped around me, and he was licking the back of my neck. He didn’t lick delicately. He licked like a big cat, a tiger slowly lapping up something delicious. Rivers of goosebumps coursed down my back, my shoulders, and my forearms. I shuddered. I moaned. I tried to pull away just to catch my breath, but he pulled me tighter against his body. He moved his torso slowly downwards, dragging his chest against the skin of my back, and then even slower upwards backing away a a fraction of an inch so that his chest hair skimmed across my skin. I cried out and I shuddered hard. He did it again and I sobbed and gasped at the sensation. And then he bent forward and, holding onto my forearms to keep me from running away, he put his head against the nape of my neck and traced my spine with his soft, black hair… all the way down to the top of my butt and then back to my neck. Slowly.

Oh god how I shuddered.

Again, I was at his mercy and I was torn between my helplessness and fear of what he could do, and my trust that I was his treasure.

He turned me around to face him. I was still breathless. It was almost like seeing him for the first time. I was dumbfounded by how big he was. And then he massaged the back of my neck with his left hand. My head lolled back and I felt my eyes roll back, reveling in the warmth of that big paw softly kneading my neck. He let me enjoy that for quite a while, and then I was shocked to feel something wet sliding under my balls. Immediately I opened my eyes to find him sliding his right hand between my legs. It was wet with lube… lots of it. He stroked the underside of my balls. I clutched his biceps and screamed.

“N-nooo! Oh! I’m—I’m sssensitive there! Really sens—”

“I know,” he murmured.

I was half horrified and half excited to find out what he had planned. He greased me all the way back to my ass hole and and then ran his big fingers between my balls and thighs. Then he lubed his massive cock with a few easy strokes and very purposely spread the rest of the lube just above his pubic hair. I don’t remember lying down, but the next thing I realized was the floor against by back. My arms were behind me, pinned under my own weight. I could have pulled them out from under me except for one thing: he was on top of me. He was poised as though he was going to do a pushup but his legs were splayed and mine were pinned together between them. His arms pinned mine against my body so that I couldn’t pull them from under me. His hip rested on top of mine. His upper body was raised and I had a perfect view of his chest and face. I was trapped. Oh, but what a view.

And then he bent his arms and lowered his upper body, and the tiger began lapping at my nipples. I moaned and squirmed. He’d lick one for a few seconds, and just as I was getting used to the sensation, he’d move to the other one. I was constantly sensing the first shock of his tongue every fifteen seconds or so. I sobbed in ecstasy and apprehension. He raised his head and kissed me deeply and I whimpered with lust and fear and hunger.

And then I felt him raised his hips off me and then he lowered them, sliding his lubricated cock underneath my slippery balls. The realization of what was going to happen hit me. I screamed. He began to pump slowly, sliding that trophy of a cock back and forth, in and out of my well-lubed crotch. I couldn’t pull my legs apart, and at last I realized why he had spread lube on his belly; my cock was hard and stiff and caught between us, and with every slow thrust of his hips, his skin glided up and down against it, wetly, again and again.

You haven’t lived until you’ve had a 300 lb. musclegod hold you down and slowly rape your crotch.

His hairy pecs were flexed and poised in front of my face. His handsome face was in the throes of ecstasy above me. I hungered for something to kiss, to lick, to suck, but my mouth was left wanting, and when I moaned and my muscles locked just before my orgasm… he stopped.

David061b“NOOOooo!!” I screamed and he did it over and over and over and over, bringing me to the edge and then letting me ignite but not explode, until I swear I thought I was going to go insane. When he finally did let me cum, he moved his arms, put me in a headlock and covered my mouth with his. I screamed my orgasm into him and my arms flailed and I tried to grab the ground. He kept pumping.

He wouldn’t let my orgasm die out. I was sobbing and I clutched his arms, and then he raised his upper body off me again and I saw him grimace, squeeze his eyes shut, and he roared his orgasm through his clenched teeth. Then, half sobbing and half panting, he collapsed on top of me, utterly spent. He kissed me gently, and then everything went black.

When I awoke (in my dream), we were on top of a bed. It wasn’t my bed and I sensed it wasn’t his but the window that let in the bright moonlight in front of us was just like the one that’s actually in my bedroom and I could feel warm night air and hear crickets. We were still nude and he was asleep. I moved to get under the covers and suddenly I felt his hand on my back.

“No,” he whispered, and he smiled sweetly, almost apologetically. “If I get under the covers, there won’t be enough for you.”

“Oh,” I said, smiling. And I curled up and he rubbed my back until I fell asleep.

I must have had a nightmare or something, because the sound of my own whimpering woke me up… halfway. I remember hearing him: “Awww, aw, shhhhhh sh sh sh,” and he turned me around to face him and he gathered me in. I ended up curled against the side of his body with my face resting on his chest. I don’t remember saying that I was cold, but I do remember him saying, “I’ll keep you warm,” and he hugged me tighter. He was soooo nice and warm. I remember letting out the biggest, most gigantic sigh of my life as I closed my eyes again. I have never felt so safe in my entire existence. Work, bills, drudgery, and hurriedness seemed, ironically, to have been all a dream and all that I felt and knew was the safety and contentment that pervaded my soul.

David061cI could hear his heart beat.

He kept me warm all night long.

And then I truly woke up.

It felt shocking to be under the covers, and I rolled over but he wasn’t there. He had never been there. The realization hurt. All I had was the memory of the power and the passion and the gentleness and the warmth. I got up and closed the window. It was cold outside. It was very early in the morning.

The sky was lightening and the birds were chirping already. I decided to just stay awake. I went over to the wall where the newest cologne ad is and just looked up at it.

I hope… so much… that I dream tonight.

  

2003

  

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