- Lemi -

I think god likes to make the human race question their existence at every turn. Like, I've lived my entire life so far staying as far away from other people as possible, going so far as to push my parents away when they god close enough to hug. I knew it hurt them, probably less after they saw I did that to everyone, but what kind of child doesn't let their parents hug them. This child, that's who. But anyway, I've lived my entire life this way, skirting a little too wide around people, dropping things if their hands brushed mine, and yet here I was, putting all those years of hard effort to waste.

"Ah! Ah!" My voice bounces off the wall, making me cringe. Why, oh why god, is this happening? I prop onto my elbows, a sick part of me wanting to see. I feel my body tense, heat coiling in my nether region, then release and my muscles loosen with a feeling of absolute bliss.

A 'pop' hit my ears as Mayes pulled his mouth from the head of my dick. He wipes a string of cum from his chin with his thumb, "That's the third time already." I flinch as his hand draws near and he spreads my own cum on my forehead, "I name you simba."

My face scrunches up into a scowl, "Gross, and lame."

"Rude." He makes a face with his eyebrows raised, "Who's the one that's been sucking you off for so long?"

"It's been two minutes."

"Well, one, I can't believe you're keeping track of time when you're in a state like this," his hand knocks against my, uh what's a word that not penis? Son? That sounds weird. Regardless it still stood straight like a rod with no signs of stopping it's humilation play any time soon. "Two, aren't you embarressed that you've only lasted less than a minute? I mean, I can cut you some slack for being a virgin with absolutely no previous experience... huh, actually, I can write off the quickness entirely by that logic." He waves a hand in the air, "Erase two, we're skipping to three." I raise a brow, he's an idiot, that much has never been in contest, but I see it now in full shining view. "Three, the Lion King is a great movie."

"It's only good because of childhood nostaligia. And, leaving that point aside, that was still really lame."

"Well guess who's the true lame one? The one sitting with his own cum on his forehead, that's who."

I groan and law back down, closing my eyes and try to center myself. Call it meditation, call it desperation, whatever it was, I did not want my little lamb chop... lamb chop? That's even weirder. Fuck it. I don't want my penis standing at full height anymore and I certainly didn't want to spend any more time with this fucktard.

I hear him flop down next to me. "Hmmmmmmm."

"What?"

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm."

"What!" I snap.

I feel his calloused hands grab my dick roughly and I gasp, the sensation feeling great yet disgusting at the same time, "This is still standing at attention and..." I peek to see him holding himself through his boxers, "This is as well. So how are you going to take responsibility?"

"Isn't that what pregnant chicks say to get a guy to marry them?"

"Yeah, it's also what dickhead guys say to their companions to get them to feel guilty enough to sleep with them."

I close my eyes again. Take a breath Lemi, take it. "And I suppose since you're so upfront about it, that's exactly what you intend to do? Make me feel guilty enough to sleep with you?"

"Psshaw," he mocks. "I don't need to guilt anyone into sleeping with me, I just know about that reasoning from having it used on me. By guys and girls a like. Listen Lemi, you're practically still and infant when it comes to socializing, so listen close, but girls can be dickheads too."

I roll my eyes, ready to respond when the pressure tightens on my lower half. I gulp, my back arching into the touch.

He speaks, sounding like a smirk's on his face, "I'm trying to help you and you're gonna brush me off like that? That's so rude!" His hand starts pumping, really fast, causing a small shriek of surprise to escape from me. "It's almost like you're begging to be punished."

I gulp, not entirely sure what I was feeling but entirely sure I could feel tears slipping down my face. I meet his eyes and his smile grows. Fuck.

He pulls me into his lap, almost in a bridal hold, and leans in, attacking my mouth with his own. I grunt as his tongue takes residence in my mouth like it somehow belonged there. I didn't even know I could kiss like this. I mean, I knew kisses like this happen, and exist, but it's me we're talking about. Her pulls away and I pant, realizing now that I had forgotten to breathe. "Are you ready?"

He asks like he told me earlier what he's talking about, "What-?" Then it hits me. "Oh no."

His asshat of a grin comes back and he flips me around so my stomach was resting on his crotch. I feel his hands on my ass and I move to escape, but one of his hands pushes down on my lower back, trapping me in place. "Nu-uh-uh, no trying to get out of this."

That's when I hear it, a loud smack like a slap, and the feeling comes. "Wha-!?" It was like my butt was on fire and het being pricked by pins at the same time. I'm still contemplating what it really felt like when another smack rings through me and I buck forward at the force. "Ah!" I feel Mayes' erection twitch on my stomach. Ew.

"Yeah."

Yeah? Yeah, what?! He slaps my ass again, it's loud, another hand comes down fast. I feel a moan escape my lips before I can even comprehend the pleasure. My body tightened all at once, then loosened suddenly, my fists tighten in the sheets as I cum. My body shakes with the shock. What the fuck?

"Oh yeah, this is gonna work out splendidly."

My voice shakes, "What is?"

His body shifts and I feel him hovering by my ear, "We're gonna have so much fun." His teeth knick my ear and my body shudders. I hear rustling but can't pay attention to it as Mayes starts to kiss the back of my neck, pasuing every so often to kiss on the delicate skin. There's a sound I can't place and I'm still thinking about it when something shoves itself into my behind.

Oh my god.

It begins to prod, exploring around. I gulp, for a moment terrified that it's actually his penis but that's impossible as I feel it on my stomach, twitching and all the other things dicks do when they're hard. "Don't worry, it's not my finger." Mayes says the words gently, like I should somehow be relieved. "And I properly lubed you up, though I bet in your current state you'd find some pleasure in the tearing."

Okay, terror. Pure terror. "Tearing?"

"Shhh. Don't get caught up on that, I'm preparing you, there'll be no tearing." I feel the... thing... push it's way farther inside me. It feels cold, though that might be the lube, but strangely like plastic. I consider trying to escape but a hand is still of the small of my back. I peek, seeing in horror the fat head of a hair brush, spindlies and all, being worked in and out of my ass. I look up to find Mayes' eyes on mine, "I'm not gonna shove the whole thing in, I'm just using the handle. My vibrator was out of reach."

"Vibrator?"

An eyebrow raises on his perfectly trimmed face, "Please tell me you know what that means."

"I do. Just didn't- Ah!- think you had one."

"Found it!"

I squint, "Your vibrator?"

"No," I can hear the eye roll, "your prostate."

"Why would you want to find that?"

"I don't think I can roll my eyes enough to keep up with you. The prostate-" he jams the brush back in, hitting something again that caused my body to jump and a shriek to leave my mouth, "- is the pleasure center of the man's behind. Really, it's like god wanted us to know he was cool with us being gay."

"I can't- Ah!- believe we're having a- Aaah- normal conversation right now." He pumped the brush hard, eliciting moans and groans with every swipe, sometimes slowly down to gently roll over the spot only to slam back on it with the next thrust.

"Would you rather I be talking dirty to you?" He clears his throat, "I've bever really been one for dirty talk but I can accomodate." Mayes slips out the brush in its entirety and lifts me to sit on his lap so we look like that move kids do on a swing, spider or something? His teeth brush against the hollow of my neck, causing me to flinch. There's fiddling and then his hands are under my armpits and he's lifting me again, holding me there. There's a long release of breath and I'm not sure if it's me or him. "Here goes nothing."

I feel something poke at the exit, that soon would seem to be an entrance, when he slams his hips up into mine, releasing my armpits to favor my hips in one solid motion. I moan loudly, feeling electricity race up my body, numbing my mind.

"Oh, you're a good boy, look at that, you took me all in on the first try."

My eyes widen in disbelief, that wasn't...? I look down, barely seeing past the large pipe that had become my dick to see a penis that didn't at all look like mine. I look back into Mayes' eyes, it is. The fullness I felt now wasn't the brush at all. I find myself missing the brush, or at least, missing Mayes not being in me. I cringe, waiting for the furious thrusting I'd once overheard about in a classroom.

He brushed kisses up my throat and under my chin, and I remember there's still cum sitting there. I wipe it off with the back of my hand in a hurry, a blush spreading to my face. He laughs, still no signs of pounding hips I was expecting. "I've tasted worse."

"What happened to the dirty talk?" I bite out the words without thinking. Then the thought process happens. Oh no.

Mayes' dark chuckle fills my ears, "I didn't know you actually wanted that, though, I'm happy to oblige." His fingers dance up my sides, sliding to my nipples and pinching them. He pulls on them and I can't help the gasp. "Oh, this is gonna be so fun," I hear him mutter. He leaves a single hand to play with a nipple, letting the other roam higher until it grabs a hold of my hair, pulling my head backwards.

"Stop!" I gasp out.

"Oh? But you're twitching? You're such a slut, liking the pain as much as the pleasure." Ah yes, the dirty talk. Was more rude than dirty though. He starts to move, a slow roll of the hips, nice and leisurely.

I breathe in through my teeth, Mayes' tongue lapped up my throat, coming up under my chin and planting a kiss on my lips. As soon as he deepened the kiss, I felt my body rock not of my own accord. I open my eyes in horror, realizing he's moving, pushing up his hips as if he wanted to reach inside deeper than he already was. "Such a naughty boy, likes his hair pulled and his nipples-" he pulls hard on the one still in his hand, "-pinched. Practically a machosist."

My breath is heavy again, I can feel what little fat on me bouncing as my body moves with the force of his thrusts. "What?"

"Don't worry about it. More importantly, you seem to really like this." He releases my hair and lightly grazes down my spine. There's a smile on his face, a damndable smile. God, smite this man, right now! Wait! Hold up, wait until he's not touching me.

"I would never like this," I snap.

He purses his lips and pulls himself close, whispering, "I stopped moving a while ago."

I raise an eyebrow but then I understand what he means. I feel my body go hot with blush, my shoulders shaking.

Fucking kill me now.