Just Call My Name
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by Cain Berlinger
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: What starts as a casual pickup in a park rapidly becomes an insane infatuation. Peter is just a regular gay guy, out for kicks, but Max is something else. His appetites and prowess burn out lovers, but the man is like a drug and just as dangerous. Can Peter reclaim control of his life, or would it be better to surrender?
eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine/loveyoudivine Alterotica, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [28 KB]
Reading time: 14-20 min.
Saturday night and here I am sitting in my bedroom reading. Big finals all next week and what did I do? I played and whored around until the very last minute. Now on the hottest night of the week I sit here studying my brains out in the hopes that I'll retain it all by next week. Yeah fat chance, not a snowball's chance in hell. But I had to try didn't I? I had to try.
Pete Simpson, yeah that's me. I spent most of my later school years trying to live down the name of a cartoon family.
"Hey Simpson! How's Lisa?"
"Hey Simpson! Eat my shorts." Haha . It is good to laugh. I laughed all the way through school trying not to emulate Bart Simpson. No, I don't have a life. But thank you for asking. In my over zealousness to avoid being thought of as a school joke I became an egghead. That was before I met him.
He is Maximilian Johnson Forester the third. Quite a moniker, eh? Well I don't call him all those names; I call him, with his permission of course, Max.
Minding my own business as much as one can in the park late at night, I'm cruising and I see Maximilian leaning against a tree. The guy is a big black stud who looks like Carl Weathers. He's a handsome guy with a hot body and a dick that would choke a horse, and knowing him now as I do, he's probably tried it. I say this cause the man is as sexually corrupt as anyone I've ever known!
I head his way, careful to be sure that he's not going to mug me and leave me for dead. Hey, I'm a New Yorker, I'm suspicious, cut me some slack! Well he starts stroking his dick and even in the dark I can see his hand is sliding awfully far down his trousers. Most dicks end mid thigh, his just kept on going. No lie! I'm swearin' to ya that this guy is dick heavy!
I walk around him real careful, rubbing my butt cheeks 'cause I wanna get fucked. This evening. Usually I'm pretty flexible, but tonight I had a powerful hankering for some dick. Big Dick.
"You want my arm to fall off?" He said in a voice that reaches out and just wraps itself around me.
Suddenly I'm Diana Ross and he's Billy Dee. I walk over to him and he grabs my hand and puts it on top of his dick. Jesus, I almost fainted and right then and there I almost panicked and I wondered just how much I wanted to get fucked.
Well, he plants this kiss on me, hard, as if he's gonna suck my tongue right out of my head and I try to respond but I don't get the chance. It's like I'm just there for the ride.
His hands slide up and down my ass and I start to tremble and I get just a little scared, cause like I said the man has the dick of a giant. He starts unbuttoning my pants, and I'm thinking that this guy is going way too fast for me and that he better slow down. But he spins me around and puts my arms against the tree so I'm huggin' it real tight.