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The back of my head pressed against the cold ground beneath me as a warmth filled my body as our tongues began to intertwine. Vanilla everywhere. Damien everywhere.
Damien continued to taste me with his mouth, his thick lips enveloping mine as he grabbed each of his hands with my own, pinning me against the dirt. He wrapped his lips around mine as he slowly gyrated his body against mine. He then ran his fingers through my hair and then traced down my jaw. My heart began to thump loudly and my breathing deepened. His stubble.
His muscles.
He completely took over my body, allowing all of the nagging thoughts in my mind to melt away like the snow surrounding us. He continued to dig into my mouth with his increasingly forceful tongue, rubbing his body against mine, allowing me to forget myself—forget everything but the physicality of that moment.
I felt the warmth of Damien’s two fingers making their way down my pants and under my underwear. I felt those same fingers begin to play with my pubes, scratching at the skin beneath them, as he swallowed the left side of my neck with his mouth. Despite the cold of winter around us, I was hot as hell—sweating, even. I’m hard but not nearly as hard as he is; I could feel a massive bulge in his pants pushing against my left hip bone. The heat radiating off of it was insane.
“Do you want this?” Damien whispered in my ear, his hand crawling down closer to my cock. I could not believe it was really happening.
“Yes,” was all I could muster the strength to say between heavy breaths.
“Do you want to take control, my prince, or should I?”
“You should,” I whispered to him, and so he did. Damien climbed off of me and unzipped his pants. His dick fell out like a horse’s, perhaps even bigger than I’d imagined earlier that morning while jerking off. In fact, it was nearly identical—the black pubes, its perfect pink skin, a thickness that rivaled that of my wrists. I’d never seen anything like it outside of the porn I sometimes watched.
As I was still lying on the ground, he bent over to grab my hands and pull me up, his mesmerizing cock just two inches away from my face as he did so.
“Are you okay like that on your knees?” he asked. I heard a bird singing its mating call in a tree in the distance. I was so fucking horny by that point that I’d have been okay standing upside down on my head, let alone my knees.
“Yes,” I said. He walked closer to me, putting his hand on the trunk of his cock, which he angled down toward my mouth.
“Nikolai, I’ve never seen a face as beautiful as yours,” he said as I began to suck him. “Seeing my cock in your mouth, it’s the most enticing thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He began to thrust more deeply, sliding his dick all the way down my throat. Unlike my dream, I gagged, choking on his hot, salty meat and my own saliva. Damien didn’t seem to mind.
“So fucking adorable,” was all he said in response. “Nikolai, look in my eyes.”
As I held my mouth open, allowing him to fuck it as he pleased, I stared into those two black portals in his face, his eyes, those mysterious eyes that were both demonic and loving, foreboding and inviting. How could I feel such opposing forces at once: heaven and hell, angel and demon, good person and mafioso? The way he drilled his cock into the back of my neck while grabbing onto my hair with increasing ferocity made my own dick pulse with excitement.
He slid his dick out just enough for me to breathe a bit. I was still looking in his eyes and his smile—I wanted him to know I am okay with his domination, that I want it.
That I need it.
I felt my body twitch in anticipation as he thrust his cock back into my throat—he looked up at the sky and moaned, like a wolf howling at the moon. Above us, a forceful wind shook the trees and the few leaves that have remained through the winter dance and rattle, accompanying Damien’s grunts of pleasure. I could feel his precum beginning to line my throat. He looked back down and I could see his pupils dilate; his cock grew even larger in my mouth, filling it entirely. I stopped looking up at him and allowed my eyes to roll into the back of my head with satisfaction.
He pulled his dick out from my mouth again and took off his entire trench coat, throwing it on the ground next to me.
“Move. Get on top of that, Nikolai.” I shifted my body over so that I was sitting on the trenchcoat. I liked that he was being so demanding of me; he had been almost too lovely and polite since after the moment he pulled me forcefully into that van off of the street; the moment my memory was revisited, as if it were powered by a relentless ocean tide, each recollection washed over me with an unstoppable force, pulling me back to the shores of the past with vivid clarity and emotional resonance. I missed that harshness—that brutish sense of necessity.
Damien got on top of me and took my shirt off, pulling it forcefully over my head. I could feel his unyielding strength as he did so. He kissed me again and I could feel myself gasping for his tongue just as much as I was gasping for air, the ache between my legs overwhelming me. Before I knew it, he was unbuttoning and then unzipping my pants. I lifted my body so he could pull them down to my ankles before sitting my bare ass down against his coat. Again, I should have felt cold but I didn’t one bit.
“Are you freezing?” I asked him. He plunged his tongue back into my mouth as he wrapped his right hand around my taint forcefully, playing with my balls and my asshole at the same time.
“I’ve never felt hotter,” he said, and I believed him. I could taste his sweat as I kissed his muscular neck. He took his hand out from under me and licked his fingers, then placed those same three fingers in my mouth so that I sucked and licked them as well. As I did so, he looked at me with love and hunger and lust all at once, those blackberry eyes glistening like the deepest obsidian gems—two pools of intensity that flickered with growing intensity. I sucked his fingers as hard as I could so that he would know I was a good boy, that I’d eat up anything he fed me, just as I was eating up everything he wanted me to know about poisonous plants or guns or Russian mafia terms I mustn’t forget.
“Good boy, Nikolai,” he said, removing his fingers from my mouth, the spit dripping down onto my chin. I felt as if my heart would leap out of my chest; my asshole twitched and pulsed in anticipation. He kissed me again with those plush, vanilla-tasting lips, licking the spilled spit off of my chin as he returned his hand to where it had been between my legs. His fingers then rubbed against my hole as he pulled his face away from mine, observing me deeply and intently as I moaned and tried to contain my pleasure, nodding his head as if to tell me:This is okay, baby, everything is okay, baby, you’re making me so happy, baby.
I began to feel his first finger plunge into my ass, slow but steady—his smooth skin gliding easily into my silky hole, regardless of how tight it was. I let out a loud moan already, aware that there was no one anywhere nearby to hear us, and perhaps even if there had been, I would have made the noise anyway.
“That’s one,” Damien said, his eyes locked with mine. He looked as if he were the one being fingerfucked, not me—pleasure was dripping down his face, melting him like wax, as if he were just completely surrendering to the heaven of it all. I felt his second finger knocking at my door, beginning to enter to meet the other. I moaned again and Damien let out a soft “Oooooh,” once again nodding his head, telling me with his eyes:
Fuck yeah, baby, wow, you’re making me so fucking happy…
“That’s two,” he said, his hot breath warming my face, which I tilted upwards slightly so that he would kiss me, and he did, with the force of a thousand waterfalls. The gaping ache inside of me was reduced but not totally relinquished; however many fingers he wanted to slide into my asshole, nothing would be enough until it was his cock tearing me wide open, decimating me entirely.
After he fucked me for a while with those two fingers, plunging them into my hole and then removing them again, giving me the most magical sensation I’d ever felt in my 18 years of life, only to then temporarily take it away, he pulled his fingers out from under me, only to rewet them with his own mouth, tasting my ass off of his two fingers, which he sucked on like a popsicle, before he finally put all three into me. I began to shake uncontrollably, the pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, as if a tidal wave were flowing through my entire teenage body, forever changing it—forever setting a new bar as to what heaven felt like, what joy another man—no,Damien, this man—could bring me.
Damien removed his fingers, instantly leaving my hole with an unfulfilled loneliness. He spat into his palm twice before wetting his dick with it.
