Life deals you cards
Life deals you cards, you are born they are dealt for you. Then you grow wiser, you pick your own, never realising, at first, that the aces in your pack are there to counter your first set…..
Born to feral animals, the father a vile abuser, the mother always trying, promising, lying to protect me, there was only me.. but failing, unable to cope.
My father took us for a picnic by the Whitewater River falls, my mother begged and pleaded not to go, but we got there. I was 12…… I knew where my father kept his PSS silent pistol. I took it. I was fascinated with guns. I knew enough
His violent outbursts blaming us for ruining his life, my mother cried she begged but he pushed us to the edge punching us both down to the dirt violently kicking us closer and closer to the edge of the falls.
I shot. One clean shot. He fell. I rose. I pushed. He was gone. My mother had blacked out.
One shot. One kill. And I smiled.
I dragged her back to the car. Eventually without a word we drove off. She never called his name. We never went back home. Strangely I was proud of my clean skill so easily done who knew this was a talent, a dark gift ?
She was gone in a drunk drug fuelled accident of her making by my 16th birthday. The date I had also become an ace marksman.
Today, is my rebirth, my third……
I am 24 now. Rich, well dressed always suited in tight silk attire. Slim small body but perfectly fit, skin so beautiful it belonged to fuck boy gods, my hair sleek and dark, my eyes piercing emerald green and my wide enticing smile that captivated anyone I desired……. a man just a hot unavailable body that would sweat to pleasure me over and over.
Never love. Just fucking fidelity and fierce. Fuck your wife have your brats keep a whore but my body is the only fuck boy you will have. Worship me or have none…no break up, no heartache, just gone…..
There I was in a swanky bar downtown immaculately dressed waiting for my new life….. rich sexy men abounded, this was no gay bar, I had my seat I had an eye… I walked to the bar I saw him, his chest hairs showing through open buttons, lesser men, work colleagues trying to keep up with his alpha pheromones, a woman with pert breasts flirting, touching his arm. This man, Armstrong Jones was mine. His muscles his hot body the large mound in his spoke sex hot sex.
He cast a glance at me, so many did, I smiled coyly but chose not to catch his eye. I gave it a graceful period as his entourage at the bar got more leary, then I rose to get two drinks, went to the bar, stood a way behind him and in my most vulnerable way and affected weak voice tried to catch the bar man. Like a trooper he noticed my desperation, flagged down the man and made way for me. I stood close to him. His aura, his body his space.
In a soft way, so none could hear, he said “Pretty boy let me get these for you by way of apology”. I flashed my best smile, my eyes holding him still for several seconds, and said “Pretty boy am I ? Thank you for being so gracious but I am waiting for someone important he is a bit late thought I would get the drinks in” I deliberately ordered two of the gayest cocktails “Aperol Spritz please twice, hold the ice”. He looked at me asked “if you dont mind me asking whats so important ? “ I said “really to get a great job” All around were oblivious to our chat, he looked closely in my eyes, i saw steel blue, heavy thick head of hair, solid body that had an aura of pure man….I was hooked
I took my drinks, suddenly jumped as though someone had fingered my ass hole, pretending beautifully, and landed the drinks on my suit and just a bit of cocktail glitter on his chest. I portrayed distress saying “what shall I do what shall I do he will be here any minute” with shorter and shorter breaths simulating a panic attack, everyone noticing by now, my performance above par.
I started to look as though I might cry. Ever the gentleman, he grabbed some cloths from the barman who gave us water to wash away the cocktail glitter, and quickly ushered us to a private room at the back…… like so many times before, he was paid handsomely even fucking me hard as a reward in his break. He knew the score.
Once at the back I fell into his arms, my zeal boosted by the sight of his wedding ring…. I performed my sob, he held me close I moved my body closer to him and felt his raging cock press my body. I said quietly, lalmost accusing “what’s this and moved my hand to touch his cock” he jumped back.. said “listen I’m not gay and I am really sorry…..but you feel like a hot sexy puss and my cock is bad, hey if you are ok now I’d best get back” I told him” you are not gay just alpha and your needs are to best lesser males to show you are a true man, even if you don’t your cock knows”
He smiled and said “hah did not expect that ! Well expect this… I said, as I fell to my knees expertly unzipped his trousers, dropped his pants, grabbed and swallowed his large veiny cock whole to his balls without blinking. No ifs, no buts, just his butt to grab, just no gag reflex and the best practice on my side.
He yelped, tried to get his hips off but I had him against a wall and the more he pulled my head off the tighter I held his ass the deeper I sunk into his hairy full balls with his growing 8 inches buried in my mouth. He gave in to the sheer ecstacy of my mouth fucking his cock , “O fuck O fuck ohhhhhhh fuckkkkk” and he then after 15 minutes of fucking he came deep in my throat again and again, my throat my mouth filled to the brim.
He took a breath, pulled his cock out, certain he would dress and walk out….but….
……he grabbed me with his large hands by the throat pulled me up, his face red, close to mine choking me, sweating “no one has ever taken my cock all the way, pretty boy that was fucking hot” he kissed my lips roughly biting them as I choked…… “I’m havin you cock sucker…I’m not done, you asked for it…..”
He turned me so fast, and flung my body on the wall brutallly stripped by jacket offf, grabbed my wet shirt ripping all the buttons off exposing my chest, as I whined and burbled my mouth so full of his cum, tore my trousers off and jock with brute force, I looked like rags. My ass open wide to him.
Placing his arm on my waist, he pulled my hips back, the other arm forcing my shoulder on the cold wall…. spat on my prepped lubed pussy boy hole and entered…… his huge girth his wet slick cock soooooooo big…… I felt torn in two, yet only his head was in an inch… I moaned loudly
“there you go pretty boy, your master is going to take you, use you, wreck your bitch hole”. I yanked back at the sheer stretch, my hands pushing his thighs back, I moaned again so loudly “pleeeeeesasssse man, oh god you are soooooo big…..” yeah yeah he said… he spat on his cock again holding it in place, put his fingers in my mouth scooped out his cum and my spit lathering his great cock…… and with one swift motion put both his hands on upper back to press my body so hard against the wall face pinned sideways he arched back and drove his cock fully in my hole with a loud grunt so forcefully my whole torso hit the wall hard.
It was, so deep so deep so stretched so big I yelped loudly “ pleaassse pleasss man its too big I cant take it”. He pressed his body fully against me, tears fell from my eyes, “I am your master you will give me what I want you little sissy boy, serve your master”. The pain drifted away, I worked my pussy muscles he groaned his cock buried barely moving.
He knew I was ready for a brutal fucking…..he just knew, taking his arms he placed them under my arms, hands behind my neck raising my whole body on my toes. He fucked…..
He fucked, he fucked, he fucked. My body his to ravage, still he fucked he grunted louder he worked harder at driving deeper, I was pinned, my body swaying to his rhythm, his cock filled me more more, i screamed “fuck me fuck me i love you man fuck me fuck me. He raised me off the ground my legs grasped his thighs, my body arching back one arm grasped my waist the other thick muscle wrapped around my neck my hands trying to grasp the wall….
He fucked me harder going even deeper, this time his thrustng was faster and faster he attacked my prostrate like a demon, I was lost to him yet worked his cock talked dirty. He walked around the room he fucked me against the door, near the window anywhere he kept spinning as he fucked, driving me crazy…I moaned as he hit my buttons, i screamed when chose a different angle the slapping sounds of his balls hitting my hole even louder….
I wailed, he grunted, he still fucked me still faster still harder his Olympic strength barely tested his sweat his aura covered me…..his thrusting so manic I was absorbed into his body
Then he stopped fucking. Walked to a wall. Pinned me hard. Pulled his cock out slowly. Slammed in so hard so so hard. Pulled out slammed in with his brute strength again, and again, I yelled out loudly…….then he came…. And he came and he came…… my pussy hole with his cock buried deep leaking cum. So open so wide….
He pulled his cock out, let me go. I turned but my knees gave way. He came again. I was in a cum shower haze.. so much cum he let out a feral cry as he came. I was baptised…..I was bathed in cum
He was worn. I was worn….. barely standing.
He picked up my shirt and chuckled…. Its dry now man…. What about your meeting I fucked that up..
Nah I said sweetly kissing him “its true you did royally fuck me up”
We dressed, I put on my rag tag clothes……and said to him “ once you are done with your mates and you fancy a wild night no strings….. i live just up the boulevard…
I am Andre Matthews, by the way who are you ?
“Armstrong Jones” he said. Nice to meet you I said, as I shook his hand, hugged him, pecked his cheek and then left by the back door….giving him my fuck apartment address
Mission accomplished…… my rebirth began
To be continued..
