Pride Story

Darkness chased away my bedroom light, and the wind crept in through the open windows like a ghost. Satisfied with my sleeping conditions, I crawled into my bed, yanked the thick blankets up to my chin, and curled slightly on my side; waiting for sleep to finish the job that drowsiness and sleeping pills had started.

I usually thought of a sexual fantasy to guide me to sleep, much like a lullaby. But nothing entered my arguably dirty mind that night. A bit disappointed, I rolled onto my other side, my efforts for entering dreamland fruitless. A grueling wait would be coming.

Suddenly I felt odd. Like there was something amiss in my familiar quarters. I flickered my eyes open, stood upright on my elbows, and scouted my room. Nothing. Just a bad paint job of eggshell white, and a cluttered mess of a dresser.

Shaking my head slightly at my silliness, I slumped back into a comfortable position. But seconds later, I had that same feeling again. The wind whispered unevenly, shadows dashed across my closed eyes, and a dead silence filled the air.

I opened my eyes, half against my will, for I was so scared what may lie before me.

A young man.
Correction: a bloody gorgeous man.

Soft blonde curls swept lazily across his moon lit silver eyes. Defined muscles garbed his thin frame. Perfect features unfit for any mortal.

But then he arched that silk skin neck of his down towards my neck, and he brushed his lips across my jaw line down my neck to my collarbone. His lips felt like fresh rose petals. And his body smelled of what can only be described as peach citrus. I could tell it was natural.

But heaven almighty, those God like lips traced back up, this time a much slower journey, as his moist tongue had joined in, dancing over my skin and leaving a trail of fiery sensation wherever it danced.

My eyes clenched and my head bucked deep back into my pillow as I moaned in sexual bliss.

Finishing this all too quickly, he moved down to the center of my neck, and nibbled me, before giving a full-fledged bite.

My entire body bucked back this time, horny on his kinky play.

I felt blood trickle down my throat, but it only turned me on all the more. My hands flashed for his wrists, pushed him down and pulled him into a kiss that could only be described as pure nirvana.

Limbs flew to waist straps and waist straps flew to ankles. I rolled with him over on top of the blankets, to reveal his enormous cock. I was a virgin in every sense of the word, but I somehow knew exactly how to do it all, like he and I had a spiritual connection.

My tongue rolled over his smooth dick, up and down until HE the was puppet, bucking backwards in pleasure. Convulsions in his luscious meat told me he was about to cum, and I let him. He burst like a water balloon, and I slurped that sweet syrup until it over flowed out my mouth.

He then caught me by surprise, flipped me over with tremendous strength, and in a blink rammed his rod into my needy hole. I couldn't control the screams. But they subsided soon enough when my body got used to such a monster.

In and out, hard and fast, not even considering the pain I might be in. Not that I was. I lusted every second of it, and almost felt disappointed when the familiar trembles shook, and he exploded in my ass.

Without a word, he pulled himself out, licked some extra blood off my exhausted neck, and jumped out the window.