sublimecock:14A: YOU COMPLETE ME I mentioned the other day that my roommate/boyfriend had basicall
sublimecock: 14A: YOU COMPLETE ME I mentioned the other day that my roommate/boyfriend had basically decided that he was going to fuck me in the ass before we parted company for the holidays, rather than after the holidays, as I preferred. Without telling me, he had planned a romantic night ending in my rear end as soon as exams were over, apparently confused about the date or having forgotten that he had a plane ticket home that same afternoon. My own plan was to take him to the airport and then begin my drive to Mississippi, where I “planned” for my twin brother to be the first guy to fuck me in the ass. Apart from that hope, I didn’t want my first time with John to be just as we were parting company for several weeks. Basically I wanted Jack to break my ass in over the holidays, and then meet John back in St. Louis a few days before school started so that we could more leisurely get his fat cock all the way up my ass in as many different positions as made sense. Jack had texted my boyfriend out-of-the-blue just a few days before we finished up the semester, one result of which was a conversation between John and me about our differing timetables for my planned deflowering. I guess John was kind of surprised to hear from Jack since they had never met or talked to each other before. And there’s no doubt he was surprised that Jack wanted to talk to him about him (John) fucking me in the ass. It seems that Jack’s texts to John were prompted by my texts to Jack earlier that day. I was back in the stacks on my last Saturday before exams were over and I was beginning to think I might just pull some pretty decent grades out of my ass. I thought about what was about to be shoved up my ass in place of the grades and reached for my phone to text Jack. I don’t think I had had any other contact with Jack - nothing significant, anyway - since that long text chat during which I had begged my brother to fuck me in the ass before I turned my ass over to John. Jack was thinking about doing just that, and I was encouraged by the fact that he had not completely ruled out my request. As I said, my text to Jack from the stacks started the ball rolling that Saturday. Me: u free now or is some slut sucking ur nutz? Jack: those r not mutually exclusive concepts…but regrettably no bj in progress. Studying for molecular on Mon Me: sounds a bit more intense than Comp Gov Jack: No worries bro I can do this shit in my sleep Me: Dr Dick my dick doctor, it’s my dick, Doctor…puh•leeze doctor my dick Dr Dick… [Dr Dick was a very lame nickname I had given Jack when he had decided, as expected, to go to med school… and I had started teasing him about wanting to be a urologist or proctologist] Jack: Wassup, Oliver Wendell Homo? Me: thinking about u being my inside man, no big deal Jack: it IS a BFD Joe Me: ur right, that’s why I want you to be #1 Jack: totally rude to Tex, w/whom ur obvsly in love Me: I never said love Jack: didn’t need to, u wouldn’t b planning grand anal opening for the lucky guy if u weren’t head over heels Me: & wouldn’t be begging u to ease my pain first if it didnt seem so f*ng necesary to me Jack: I get that…I said I’d think about it & I am Me: and? Jack: Truth? I got ginormous wood thinking about fucking u…don’t take wrong way, but that surprised me Me: for real? Jack: word, baby bro Me: what did it feel like Jack: Don’t go there Joe Me: jack tell me Jack: it’s a dangerous thing to say Me: jack, truth serum… Jack: fuck u for going there [‘truth serum’ was our private code, only used in emergencies, for compelling an answer from the other that had to be spoken in the truest possible way, going to the essence of the thing, w/o any bs - ‘truth serum’ required not just literal truth but metaphorical truth. Jack had known I was “going there” as soon as I asked what it had felt like to fuck me in his head. ‘Truth serum’ was our nuclear option. Probably I should not have gone there]. Me: right, I’ll b fuckd by some stud soon enuf - and u r compelled to speak Jack: You escalated way too fucking fast. Keep that shit up & pretty soon no one will trust u w/ their nuclear missiles, let alone their personal observations Me: Context for big wood? Jack: GD u Joe, not fucking right to say fuck my ass bro, then use truth serum to make me answer fag questions like ‘how did it make u feel when i crossed every fucking boundary we’ve had since we grew pubic hair…’ Me: your boundaries not mine Jack: boundaries to hold me in not keep u out Me: maybe but now I want to hear about the woody you got Jack: i am sorry for loving you not like a bro but we r both so fucked up & we need to stop it Me: truth serum bro, we can stop after you fuck me in the ass Jack: Fuck it. great big wood…I’m doing my yoga, nude, totally fucking chill. I’m ready to consider the issue, right? Like, fuck boundaries, climb the fence etc. I’m visualizing your ass — Me: —were u eating shrooms?? Jack: fuck fuck uuuu Me: sorry, truth serum was working… regale me stud Jack: I’m a minicam on the head of my own dick about to plunge into… the scene. The scene is cool Me: Why? What’s the scene? Jack: the scene is simple, it’s beautiful. I’m about to enter you. You’re on your back and your knees are pulled up to your chest. I see that my job is to fuck you as tenderly & as gently & as passionately as I would want to be fucked myself, if I wanted to be fucked in the ass, which I don’t Me: fuck, jack ur gonna make me cry Jack: me too Joe, I asked u not to go there, but u compelled & there is more Me: tell when u can Jack: so I finally enter you…my cock slides into you perfectly, tight but easy kind of, perfect - not like real life Joe, not at all, real buttfucking is not EZ - all the way in, balls deep, and that’s when I knew the essence of “fucking Joe” Me: u can’t stop there if u haven’t said it all in the truest possible way Jack: move to suspend the rules - it’s a secret we shouldnt know Me: not buying that - u know what u felt & btw it wasn’t what u felt when you fucked me cuz that hasn’t happened, it was what you felt when you imagined fucking me Jack: then the truest possible way to say what I felt when I imagined fucking you…you, fucking you, being deeply inside you, it completed me Joe Jack: Joe? Jack: Joe?? Me: I’m fucking crying here in the goddamn stacks Me: how did perfect fuck make me feel Jack: Fuck, I have no idea, but I imagined you were loving it. Like who wouldn’t love me fucking them? Me: Scott? Jack: good point - look I’m all wrung out u conniving evil bastard Me: ditto, sorry fwiw Me: fuck me? Jack: terrible idea…but maybe Me: just do this for me & I’ll stop conniving Jack: no u never will Jack: oh , b4 I go I need to get Tex’s cell no from u Me: why for? Jack: u kno better than to ask questions like that this close to xmas - just need to arrange a present for you I should have known that he wasn’t asking John to pick up some Cards gear for me, but he had just been so fucking real and true, my guard was way down. I gave him John’s number and then tried to imagine Jack fucking me the way he had imagined it. I was crying again in no time. All I can say about my tears is that meticulously planning your own buttfuckings with multiple buttfuckers is a very emotional experience. I knew Jack was scared that if he gave in to me on something this big we might never let go. That didn’t really worry me. I thought I was all prepared to let go - after Christmas - and I knew Jack well enough to know that when he said, as he had said to me many times, “Maybe I am gay. So what? I am never going to BE gay,” that he meant it, no matter what. And when he said, “I am so close to being done with boys,” as he had the other day, he was reminding me that no matter what I, or even HE, might want, once we crossed some arbitrary dateline (the precise “when” not yet articulated, but absolutely before graduation), he and I, and he and any other guy, were through fooling around - not so much as another pat on the ass. Of that much I was absolutely certain. I’ve never known a person with stronger willpower when his mind was set on something. Totally different kind of thing, but it came from the same place in him - it was how he could breeze through Tulane with a 3.96 GPA, virtually have his choice of great med schools, and still fuck every boy and girl in New Orleans that he wanted to. The only thing I didn’t understand about that was what had happened to the other .04 points. It didn’t matter if I thought it was stupid - “so unhealthy,” as Dr. Cunt, my therapist, might later say -to “just” flip off his gay switch or flip on his straight switch, or if flipping those switches ultimately made him miserable (not to my fairly certain knowledge). I also knew Jack well enough to know that once he fixed his deadline and then crossed it, he would flip that switch and be 100% straight to the world, whatever he felt inside. Period. Which was another reason I wanted as much as he would let me have, or that I could manipulate out of him, that Christmas, before Jack flipped a switch I’d never be able to un-flip. It took me awhile to get my mind back on studying, so it was pretty late when I got home that night. And a surprise was waiting for me. -- source link