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Bruce, Love, Fucking, Romance, Bed

DAVID 199

 

I dreamt that I was napping, that we had done something tiring the following day, but in my dream I didn't remember what it was. It was something public and somewhat strenuous, but enjoyable. Maybe we hiked the hills or went jogging, but I felt as though I was in a deep sleep and only the gentle movement of the mattress nudged me slightly into consciousness. Without opening my eyes, I could tell the room was once again glowing with the light of the setting sun. I felt the bed move again, and I could tell that he was maneuvering himself next to me. I opened my eyes for an instant, and then a felt a huge, warm hand take the back of my neck and stroke it lovingly. I couldn't help but close my eyes and smile. He did that for the longest time, and I knew that he knew that I was awake, but the soft and gentle movement of his hands told me that he was enjoying it just as much as I was, if not more. After a long while, he moved his hands to my shoulders. I sighed, and slowly rolled over towards him.
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Those eyes can stop you in your tracks. They can make you hold a gasp, and after a few seconds you realize that you're not breathing. They are literally breathtaking. My smile faded, but his grew. He stroked my cheek and then ran his hand lazily up and down the front of my body. He was lying on his side with his head propped up by his other hand, and he looked like he could do this all day. I was amazed at the way he was looking at me, as though, not he, but I had the most astoundingly beautiful body and eyes and face and he was just utterly fascinated. He was wearing a simple, white peasant shirt that had a loosely laced, plunging neckline. I stared at his chest, and I wanted it. My cock began to swell. He leaned forward until his chest was in my face, and he reached behind me, grabbed the back of my thigh, and pulled me closer. It's just impossible to control yourself when he's that close. I felt guilty. He was being so gentle, so loving, and I wanted to rip that shirt open and rub my face in his chest. My breathing was heavy, and I looked at him with half-closed eyes and wished to have him. My mind toppled like a house of cards. I swear to you, the skin on my cock and my back and my balls and my nipples and my scalp crawled as though he had blown on them all at once, and I had to have him...now.

He pressed himself against me, and as his head neared mine, his eyes closed, and even before he kissed me, my mouth was aflame, as though it was dying of thirst and he was water, and when our lips met, I couldn't stop drinking him in. I whimpered. I grabbed his shirt and threw open the front as wide as it would go, ripped out the laces, grabbed his pecs, and buried my face between them...and it was not enough. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and he raised his huge arms. I lifted the shirt over his head and threw it forcefully across the room without looking and then I beheld him kneeling over me, stripped to the waist, panting and hungry. "Oh...g-god!" I moaned. I wanted to rub my cock all over him. I wanted to wet every single inch of him with my tongue.

• • • • •

He was kneeling, and I was standing on the bed behind him. I had his head, fistfuls of raven-black hair, and I was rubbing my cock on the back of his neck. He was sobbing in agony...desperate, wonderful, ecstatic agony. He kept clenching and unclenching his fists and he shivered violently and I absolutely loved it. He kept pleading with me, and yet he made no effort to pull away. I looked down at his massive shoulders to see his skin riddled with goosebumps, and then I let go of his hair and let my hands slide down the front of his furry chest and brought my palms to rest on the steel points that were his nipples. "OH G-GOD, Bruce!" And before I knew it, he had reached up and back, grabbed me by the waist, pulled me forward so that I fell over him, and I would have done an ungainly somersault if he had not wrapped his giant arms around me so that I was now in front of him, upside down. I yelled and then laughed, brought back to my senses somewhat by the unexpected gymnastics I had performed. I braced myself with my arms, as though doing a handstand, and then once I was aware that he had hold of me firmly, I brought my hands away.

His cock was a huge, rigid, meaty, pole pointing at the sky. I reached for it, and brought it to my mouth. He whimpered, as though in fear. I took the whole head into my mouth, and sucked.

"Oh god! Bruce, no!"

I swirled my tongue around and around the edge of his glans.

"OH! Oh Bruce! Bruce, wait!"

He bucked his hips. His torso stiffened. He crushed me against his body. I had no intention of letting him cum...yet. But I love to make him whimper. I love it when he can't take it and he has to push me away. But this time, he couldn't. Unless he put me down, and that didn't seem to be an option. He wouldn't let me go, but he tilted his hips back, as though he could pull his cock out of my reach. I just hung on to it even tighter. Oh how he bucked, his massive body wracked with the waves of wet pleasure I lavished on the head of his cock.

"B-Bruce? Oh god! Bruce, I...I can't take it you're gonna make me cum oh god Bruce Bruce? ohhhhh OHHHHH!!!!

Which of course wasn't true. It's nearly impossible to cum from stimulating only the head of a guy's cock. But oh the agony of firing nerve endings, of needing only one stroke, or some friction, like a bomb with an endlessly burning fuse. And suddenly, he did find a way to make me stop. I heard him take a deep breath, and then he took my cock into his mouth, and sucked hard. I released his cock, and I gasped. I moaned. I kicked. I realized that I could not get away. I was an upside down prisoner, and he could suck on me as long as he wanted to.

"OH! DAVID!" The waves of pleasure invaded my brain, and pushed everything aside. In desperation, I attacked his cock again, but my hands were clumsy now, and my breath came in gasps. I finally guided his hot meat into my mouth again and attempted to make him lose his concentration, but the tables had been turned. I couldn't move my hips at all, and he was free to feast on my cock and balls. I pushed at his thighs. I kicked my legs. I could not get away. I felt my balls climb higher, readying themselves. He let loose my cock and he licked all around my balls. I screamed. "NO! No fair!" I laughed faintly. Somehow I knew he smiled. And then I felt his tongue pushing at my cockhead, lifting it, and then I felt his lips close around me and he moved his head back and forth slowly. I screamed again and dug my hands into his thighs. I moaned and panted, and then realized that my only chance was to do to him what he was doing to me. I grabbed his huge meat and plunged it into my mouth, slowly guiding it back farther and farther.

His whole body rocked, and he hesitated for a second, and then his sucking resumed.

I grabbed his cock with both hands and made sweet, wet, merciless love to it. I could hear him moaning, whimpering, and he sucked faster.

I could feel my sperm boiling. I was only seconds away from cumming. I grabbed his balls and massaged them gently.

He swore. I could hear it even though his mouth was full of my cock. He faltered, and I used those precious seconds to reach around his butt and touch his hole. He let out a long, deep moan, and the vibrations thrummed through my cock, bringing me closer. My thighs locked. I swirled my tongue around him. This was now a game, a contest to see who would cum first, and I smiled as I sucked because I didn't care who won.

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I don't remember how many times we both came. All I remember was that I was so exhausted, I fell asleep. I remember fighting for breath, wonderfully wasted, wet, and reveling in the cool air of early evening. He was panting too, and I wanted to turn to him and rest my head against his chest. He must have read my mind, because I felt him take my limp form in his arms and he held me. Sleepily, I looked up at him. He was sleepy too, but he seemed to have far more control than I. I was falling fast, into the deep sleep of contentment and exhaustion.

• • • • •

I awoke to find him wearing nothing but thin, gauzy pants. The moon had risen, and he had brought a candelabra from the parlor. The soft light of the candles and the silvery blue glow of the moon was gentle and soft, like the chriping of the crickets. And yet even in the dim light, I could see his brilliant blue eyes sparkle. He was dabbing at my crotch with a warm, wet towel. I yawned and stretched and smiled at him. He kissed my forehead.

"I brought you something," he said.

I propped myself up on the bed, and he placed a bowl of fruit and bread in front of me. Then he reached back and produced a plate of cheese and a knife. "Oh, thanks!" I said. I grinned. And then I kissed him on the forehead. While I put the knife to the cheese, he opened a bottle of wine.

"And...," he continued with a sly smile, "guess what I brought you for dessert."

I grinned sheepishly. "Panna cotta?"

"Yep!" he said. "Creamy, smooth, and sweet for someone creamy, smooth, and sweet."

I laughed. He grinned. And then he scooted closer to me. Our eyes met. He looked deep into me. Quietly and sweetly, he asked: "Have you been having a good time?"

I smiled and nodded, bowing my head shyly, and then I sighed. "It's been like a dream."

And instantly, the smile left his face and it was replaced with a look of despair, as if to say "oh no...what have you done...."

The breeze vanished.

The crickets stopped.

The candles dimmed.

The moon went out.

The room faded, and just before it went black, I saw him slouch, lower his head, and look sad.

"NO!" I yelled. I lunged across the bed for him, but when I got to where he should have been, there was nothing. "NO! It's not a dream! It's not a dream!" I got tangled in the bedspread. I kicked against the blankets. "Noooo! It's not a dream!" I froze, held my breath, and with my chin trembling, I opened my eyes wide to see. Even though tears welled up in my eyes, I could still discern that the blankets were my blankets. I was not in the Villa Segreta. I was in my dark bedroom. Alone.

(But you, I, and Bruce know that we'll be seeing David again. In fact, David 200 is in the works. Hint: Look for it in the Animation Gallery.--ManOfSteel)

  

2005

 

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