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God, that dream. Her, in a gauzy thing. Dress? I can see everything, completely bare, naked ass pussy, so fucking pink. Nipples hard and pointy, pink as fuck, mouth a fucking dream, pink and full lips glossy, laying there open and wide staring at me with those violet eyes, helpless, dreamy fucking stare.
My cock is so hard, stiff, full, this feeling from the dream, she almost seems real. I stroke now but being this stiff, my cock this thick and hard, Christ it’s been so long. I just stroke long and hard, I don't want it to end. I think about her pretty pink cunt, I know it must be sweet.
The pink, almost like purposely and thinking about this sweet fucking thing purposely making up her pussy to look pretty is enough to no, don’t think just keep stroking. God it’s so fucking good, her face, her eyes. Those pretty stiff nipples, her lying there just spread open, lips shiny and open and oh, oh jesus yes god, fuck. Fuck that was so. I’m covered in it, sticky and still throbbing.
I can’t shake it, it’s been way too long. I’m bored as fuck and lost my mojo somewhere around Nora and the fucking well bullshit. On her best day, my cock was never this hard, Jesus so stiff and thick it was. Now I’m getting hard again and I just need to do something, my shift is in a half hour.
I’ll shower and play with the soap or whack off quickly. Another thing that hasn’t happened. When was the last time I did myself? Or felt like it. Really, if anyone knew that I am going through this? No, not me.
I’ve been gone awhile, signed up once again to take the Flying Pigs test. This time and I always seem to say this, this time I’ll pass. Now I wait to see if I’m accepted. Meanwhile back to the grind. Not the one involving my dick. I’m still vibrating apart from this morning, that dream, my cock, cumming so hard and then hard again.
That’s not really fucking good either? I can’t be out and about patrolling with a hard cock and nowhere for it to go other than in my hand. Jesus, her mouth and that pink slit of hers, looked like makeup things, like what? Blush or lipstick? So fucking hot, oh no. No. I’m fucking huge again.
“Arlo, hi.”
“Er Nora, hi.”
“Your face, so pretty and flushed. Is it for me?”
“Oh, am I? Yeah, it’s a bit hot today or maybe anyway..”
“I stopped by to see you yesterday and you weren’t in bed, I wanted to surprise you like last time..”
“Just got back late last night. So last time was not such..”
“I loved it so, my sweet lover. Do you like my hair? I just had it done.”
Okay, my dick and my head typically agree until this new situation. If I just, no. I’m an asshole. If I do but if she does, then who am I to fight it? I mean, and fuck why am I talking myself into it? Because Nora, that’s why.
“Baby, come down from there and kiss me. I know I’m being naughty but..”
I do and I don’t see her. I see that pretty pink mouth and violet eyes, bottomless pools of lust and I pull her by the hand and take her to my room.
“Sweetheart, you know what I like.”
She does and I don’t really but this cock of mine is a heat seeking missile right now.
She’s naked now and creamy, she spreads and sort of plays, she never quite gets it right and typically this makes me take some time to get in the mood but apparently not today.
“Suck me sweetheart. You want to don’t you, baby?”
“I do, my lover.”
Er, it’s not. Fuck, what the fuck is wrong with me? I now put my dream’s pretty pink mouth on my bulging cock and this works, oh yes and I picture everything from this morning and now I’m fucking her mouth and I hear moaning and I cum now and she’s holding me under her chin or somewhere as I do. So, it’s.. well.
“I need you to, you know..please”
I wish she would say it, it may add something to the situation. Situation being my cock is limp. Fucking traitor. I have an idea now and ask her to lay a certain way she does and I close my eyes and drive into her and think about that pussy, those tits, those eyes god yes, it’s
“Arlo, I love you so much.”
Fuck me. Goddammit.
I feel her cumming as I’m shrinking fast. I mean, a world fucking record. 60-zero in 6 words. She wants to hang out and cuddle and shit. I never do, I hate that shit and thought that I made it obvious. I’m pissed now. At me, my cock and that bitch in my dream. No, not her.
“Gotta go.”
I make a mental note to change the lock on my door. Shift time and I do love patrolling because most of the time it’s just riding around checking shit, getting rid of monsters, having every female in town and some males actually practically drool as I pass by. I know it’s there, I mean, I’m the shit. This makes me laugh because I don’t get it, I am actually not a narcissistic douchebag but I am arrogant. And confident up until lately.
Django waves me over now and I dismount and head over.
“Arlo, you’re back. I noticed some things missing yesterday. Prizes from the game room. I mean, first I thought I was imagining it but no. 5 or 6 of the higher end prizes are just gone.”
“Any ideas?”
“No. Although, the books are more appealing to females than males if that helps?”
“Yes, good. Well I’ll keep an eye on it. I’ll send Sam by for specifics.”
“Thanks, how have you been though, friend? Lots of people asking about you.”
“I”m bored as fuck. Waiting to hear about the FP test again. I just don’t feel like me. If that makes sense.”
“Like you…physically?”
“Er, yes. Well yeah, physically.”
“Cock bored?”
I laugh my ass off now. He gets me.
“Yes.”
“Nora though..”
“I'm going to sound like an asshole but..”
“Not new”
“Jesus, she’s sweet and nice and..”
“Yeah, get to the point or is that the point?”
We laugh now.
“It’s kind of a job to get..”
“To where you need to be?”
“Yeah. That. I never realized at the ripe old age of 30 that I would understand that there is actually bad sex.”
“You should have asked me.”
“It’s also hard to believe because I think we are supposed to view any and all sex as at the very least good because we’re guys. Hard dick equals no more effort required.”
“Good point. The older we get though, the expectation increases. Same old just doesn’t do it. Speaking of and now I hate to be an asshole but, Nora is no longer the fragile young churchie innocent she portrays herself to be. It’s kind of annoying. Not that it would ever be appealing but okay. If we go with that whole innocent virgin thing, it’s stale.”
I laugh my fucking ass off and need a napkin cause I’m crying
“Fuck yes. Exactly. It’s a chore and even a simple blow job is an event. The fact that she isn’t good at it is actually beside the point, it’s the whole job of getting around to it.”
“She’s not good? That’s fucking hilarious. Remember when we were younger, there was no such thing? I mean blow job, any blow job was a fucking gift.”
“Yes, especially the swallow.”
“Oh, the swallow. Magic.”
“No magic for me. Mine ended up under her fucking chin somewhere? I mean, no shade, it’s not everyone’s thing. But at least finesse it a bit so I don’t feel like I just..”
“Yeah. Wow, I’m sorry. So nobody else? You? Arlo?”
“No, not interested. There was a chick in Atara that I actually thought I had a shot with but she preferred the ladies. And that could have worked, very well in fact, but she was not at all interested in me. New.”
Django is dying.