Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 19:56:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Lake <email@example.com> Subject: intolerable-cruelty-8 Hello there. Thanks for tuning in again... I hope that readers continue to enjoy these characters and the direction of the story. If you have comments, don't hesitate to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org or AIM me at matthewlake309. Also, for those of you who are a little more visual, I have pictures of the main characters that I have used in imagining them. I had pictures of Lake and Jamie for the last installment. I have a pic of Anthony for this one. Let me know if you want any of those returned to you. There it is . . . I hope you enjoy! BTW, the author holds a copyright for this and all previous chapters of Intolerable Cruelty. It is not to be distributed for profit or hosted, without permission, on profit-making websites. Previously, in Intolerable Cruelty... "I'm so fucking horny, Lake. I need to nut, and I need it soon," he said with a groan, as he held his cock deeply inside me for a moment before continuing. "Hurry up and make me cum." I looked up to him to capture his eyes for a moment as I tongued his glans, "I'll know if you're trying to draw it out." Jamie's attitude, his urgency, his need reminded me more of my interactions with Anthony, and for a moment I was sucking his step-brother's cock. My heart raced and my cock pulsed at the thought. I barely escaped losing my load on the sheets. I began to lick and suck in earnest. His smile faded as first his eyes rolled back followed by his head. I used my hands on his nuts and abs, then began to work his nipples as I gave him everything I could. His body must have been swarming with sensations as he fell over the edge, a loud, long moan accompanying shot after copious shot of his semen. I was swallowing my third mouthful of his jizz when I heard the phone next door ring quietly and wondered just how much of our activity was apparent to our neighbors. * * * * * My hand was still resting on Jamie's abs just below his pecs, and I could feel his heartbeat slowing as he resumed breathing normally. My head made a pillow of his thigh, my field of vision consumed by his saliva-sticky, still plumped up cock as it deflated with every rhythmic thump under my palm. I could feel his hand gently playing with my hair as it traced lazy circles on my scalp. The taste of semen remained strong in my mouth and it was as if, for a moment, time slowed as I took stock of every dark, curly pubic hair that sprouted from Jamie's thick bush or the base of his cock or his furry ballsack as it slowly relaxed by degrees, harsh ridges again taking the shape of smooth skin. In that moment, I was perfectly content. I snapped out of it when I heard Jamie speak. "You love my dick, don't you, dude?" My gaze tracked upwards to Jamie's bright eyes and a look of satisfaction. I said it quietly, "Of course I love your dick." And in my mind I added, "but more than that, I love you and I want to be yours and want you to be mine, only mine." I was sure if he looked deeply enough into my eyes, he would see what was unspoken. "You've got beautiful eyes, Lake." His voice was tender. "And a magical mouth." His hand found my chin and he pulled my head up as he sat up at the same time. And his lips met mine in a kiss. My eyes closed as I felt his tongue flutter against my lips, and I opened my mouth just a bit. My tongue extended just to tap his before I pulled it back and waited for his to make chase, which it did immediately. My hands found his shoulders as I ended up kneeling between his spread legs, feeling him invade me, penetrate me once more. I wondered if could taste his own semen in my mouth, and then I was tentatively tracing the line of his teeth with my own tongue. It felt like we kissed for hours before coming up for air, his hand resting on my neck and back. When we finally did pull apart, I was almost breathless, and completely unprepared to feel his fingers wriggling around my ribs and under my arms, initiating gales of laughter as he wrestled me around, using his power and his strength and his body to maneuver us both under the covers. If I fought back at all, it was an unsuccessful attempt to tickle him back. As it was, I ended up just where I wanted to be, which was curled up with Jamie pressed against my back, arms wrapped around me, feeling his breath on my neck. He extended his arm to grab the remote, and the TV clicked on to The Daily Show. Still in a playful mood, we laughed at the headlines and a feature from Samantha Bee as Jamie's left hand slowly traced back and forth along my clavicle, and his right intertwined with mine. We talked about nothing, mostly. Jamie shared a little anxiety about his events the next day, and wondered aloud if he was showing the sort of maturity and team leadership that would earn him a place as captain on the football team in the upcoming season, a decision in which Coach Rutland would play a major role. I wanted to tell him about what had transpired with Mark, and my own doubts about his sincerity, my fears that I was being set up. But given the very tentative peace that had been established between them at the pool, I decided to keep quiet about it. The heat from Jamie's body was comforting and relaxing at the same time. As he talked and I listened, his hand drifted away from mine and he traced the lines of my chest, and then across the smooth skin of my outer thigh, gently playing across my abs and tummy. His lips found my neck and my ear between sentences, punctuating his speech with kisses and nuzzles. This was a side of Jamie that I rarely saw, and his teasing was enough to remind me that I was still hard from having sucked him off and only getting more turned on by the moment. As his hand tracked down my abs, brushing my pubes, I tried to hide my hardness by grinding my hips back, only to find Jamie press his own renewed shaft fully into my crack, giving a gentle thrust forward. His hand traced the front of my thigh and came at my balls from below, gently teasing and tickling my smooth orbs and making me squirm against him. But like a skilled cowboy, he remained tightly mounted, my firm mounds sliding across the skin of his cock and causing him to moan. His hand encircled my hardness, and he gave me a few pumps before using two fingers to collect the pre that was now trickling out of my cock and rub it around the head of my cut shaft. He brought those two fingers to my mouth and wiped them on my bottom lip first, before venturing inside to clean them on my tongue. I tasted myself on his skin as his own hips twisted against me, once, twice, humping up against me. He returned his hand to my shaft, and as I drew imminently closer to eruption, I realized that I had to find a way to comply with Anthony's mandates. It was impractical to toss a pair of Anthony's dirty undies over my face while Jamie continued to jack me, though the absurdity of that image did almost make me laugh, overwhelming me with even more confusing emotion as my body raced with sensory input. My alternative was to introduce Jamie to the concept of rimming and get my tongue in his ass long enough to unload my swollen balls. I wasn't sure if or how Jamie would react to the sexualization of his ass, especially since my desire to perform this most degrading of acts was driven entirely by my own need for release. I was terrified that he would view the tonguing of an asshole as disgusting, and, by extension, would see me as disgusting, too. Or worse, that he would think I was somehow impugning his masculinity by pleasuring his hole, a defining pleasure center of those most queer. Anthony had shown me that the straightest of men could get off on asslicking, but I wasn't sure if Anthony was aroused by the base perversion of dominating another male to that extreme or if the ass provided sensory response equivalent to the heights of arousal he had exhibited. Confused and conflicted, I twisted towards Jamie in the nick of time, as his jacking stopped and I was able to back off from the edge of orgasm. "You are so fucking, hot, Jamie." He smiled and then laughed. Then he planted a kiss on my forehead. It was all I could do to hold back the cum that burned in my balls. "I want to cum with you inside me." He just held my gaze as I continued, my mind clouded, my speech halting. "In my mouth." Another pause. "Us at the same time." My hands found his hips and I started to pull him, to guide him up. "Sit on my chest and let me suck you." One hand continued on his hip, my other found his hard shaft. He planted his knees on either side of my head and I reached out my tongue to lick the underside of his cockhead. It was slick with pre and I knew he must be pretty aroused. I hoped that his own arousal would insulate him from some of the potential worst-case scenarios that were running through my head. He settled the head between my lips and rocked back and forth a little, pushing my hair to the side out of my eyes and smiling down at me as his helmet brushed against the roof of my mouth. I kept my hands off my dick, knowing that even a strong wind might send me over the edge. Instead, I explored Jamie's firm hips, his thighs and his lower back as it arced out into tensed white mounds of power. Jamie leaned forward a bit, and his thrusting became more vigorous. I wasn't in a good position to throat him, but I was taking respectable inches and lavishing them with tongue and attention. I sensed that he was getting closer, and so I twisted my head up and to the side and his cock popped out, flopping across my face like a slimy fish on the deck of a ship. Jamie was unprepared for the maneuver and continued his power thrusting as my tongue and lips found his testes. He sat back upright and his hand found his cock. He jacked it a few times, quickly, making his balls dance above my lips as I worked to gently wash them with my tongue. "Be my ballwasher, Lake." He always seemed to be more vocal when highly charged. "Lick my fucking sack. Hell yea." And then I saw a smirk cross his face and my own cock leapt. For a moment, I hoped his most dominant side might seize control, and that he might initiate what I was terrified to do myself. "Open your mouth." Although his own hand slapping back and forth on his wet meat was just above me, I could see beyond them into mischievous eyes. My lips parted and I opened wide. "I'm gonna teabag you, bitch," and he dropped his whole sack right into my mouth. It filled me up completely, and I applied some gentle suction and tongue action to the hairy sack inside me. This seemed to really turn him on, and as I sucked and licked, my hands stroked his sides down to his thighs and back, tracing that path as he sat over my face. Hearing him call me "bitch" as he took charge of his pleasure made my own cock throb again, and I knew I was coming in moments whether I liked it or not, whether I was ready or not. Jamie was jacking faster, kind of grinding himself on my face, and his balls were drawing up tighter, vacating my mouth some. I knew it was now or never, and so I gave them one last swirl of tongue before using my hands to hold Jamie by the hips and shift him forward a couple of inches. At the same time, I tilted my head back. His balls slid across my features and I painted his 'tween with spit as my jaw locked between his cheeks. I pulled his hips down hard and I began to lick and suck like a maniac. I could hear Jamie reacting above me, his hips pivoting and rotating. I wasn't sure if he was trying to get away or not, honestly. But I could feel the little hairs around his hole track across my lips and tongue and it seemed like electricity was flowing from my body into his. My hips started to buck and I shot hard, still holding him down to my face, my tongue working into him ever more deeply with passion and energy. My groans of pleasure were muted between Jamie's thighs, and my hands slipped away from his hips as my body shook and spasmed. Jamie's ass slid down my body and I looked up into unreadable features as Jamie pulled my head up roughly by my hair. I had just a moment to close my eyes before I felt the first shot of semen hit my forehead and pool in the well of my left eye. Blast after blast followed to my cheeks and nose, my chin and neck as I heard him say "Take my fucking load, you asslicking fag," and "gonna slime you like you'll never forget," and "holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck." His semen mixed with the saliva and ass juice that already coated my face. I couldn't fully determine his reaction as his orgasm was as intense as I had ever seen, but conflicted with the tone of what he had said as cum poured out of him. I began to worry again as he caught his breath for a moment, and then more as I felt his weight lift off me. I couldn't open my eyes because they were entirely covered in spooge, and I had no idea what was coming next. A kick to the gut? A punch in the face? I braced myself for the worst. And then a few moments passed, and then a few more. I heard the sink running. And then Jamie's weight on the bed again, and then a wet washcloth gently rubbing over my eyes, then my forehead. My eyes opened to a smirking Jamie, and my hand moved up to grab the rag and finish cleaning my features of cum and spit and whatever else. "Dude." He kind of waited for me to finish cleaning his jizz off my face. "What the fuck was that? I mean, I can tell you didn't just slip. You were totally face deep in my asshole before I knew what hit me and holy shit, it was awesome." He drew out the word 'awesome' and his eyes lit up. "I mean, you've given me good head for a long time, but that was motherfuckin' great, Lake. Where'd you learn that shit?" He looked at me, almost a little bashfully, "It was amazing, and I'd kiss you dude, but you still have my cream all over your face." He laughed at that, and I laughed too, as tension and fear drained from my body. I hopped up and ran to the sink, checking myself out in the mirror above. He was right. I rinsed the rag out and gave my face another cleaning. "You liked it then?" I reached down to clean my own orgasm off my belly, but there was nothing there. I looked at Jamie. "I know I came, but where?" He laughed. "All over my fucking back, dude. You think I covered your face? Well you have no idea. I had to use that bath towel to wash off," he waved towards a towel on the floor. I grinned, left the washrag on the counter and jumped back into the bed. "It was fucking hot, dude, and I couldn't believe you were doing it. That you were putting your mouth on my shithole and licking me, and, like almost tongue-fucking me, dude." He shook his head. "I mean it's some freaky deaky stuff. I can't imagine anyone would ever fucking do that, but at the same time it felt so good." "I had kind of read about it online," I lied, "and, at first, it sounded gross, but then, tonight, I just thought about it and it turned me on and so I just, well, I just did it. I didn't even really think about it. It just happened." I hoped he couldn't tell that every word was a lie. The plan was pre-meditated, the act was practiced, the deed was a necessity of my own orgasm, and the teacher was his own stepbrother. He pulled me into him, and I rested, my back against his chest. We settled down a little, snuggling into the covers, the TV a soft hum, and I fell into a guilty sleep with one of Jamie's arms across my abs and his other across my shoulders. * * * * * I was curled naked in a ball, terrified, my eyes squeezed tightly closed. I could hear another approaching, loud footfalls pounding through my eardrums, "thump, thump, thump, thump." I was hot, my arms bound to my chest waiting for it, but I didn't know what it was, "thump, thump, thump," louder, "thump," closer, "thump." I woke with a start, my eyes opening to semi-darkness, my senses on high alert. The rhythmic thumping continued, near my head. "Shhhh," I heard Jamie behind me now. He was still pressed up against me; it was his arm holding mine to my chest. He laughed softly. "They're fucking." "What?" I whispered, following his instructions, turning my head towards him. His mouth was right by my ear. "Rutland and that girl. Whatever her name is. . ." "Rebecca," I interrupted. "Yeah, whatever," he continued. "They're fucking. You can hear the headboard." In that moment, a moan, a woman's moan, faintly settled over us like ether. Jamie's hips against me were gently matching the rhythm of the pounding. Slow and steady. Thump. Thump. Thump. "She's hot, dude." Jamie was whispering again. I could feel his cockhead poking into my back. "Did you see her tits? Massive." He moved his arm from my chest and reached behind him, his hips still matching the banging next door. I saw the red glow of the clock for the first time. 7:07 AM. "Take this." Jamie put a small plastic tube in my hand. "Squeeze some out into my hand, dude." It was still dark enough that I couldn't quite read the label. "What is it?" I asked him. "Lotion," he explained. "It was in the bathroom. Squeeze some out." He held out his hand, and I uncapped the tube, making a whitish mound on his fingers. I felt him reach down between us, and then I felt his hand searching my cheeks. He found my crack and began to run his slick hand between my cheeks, deeper into my crack, grazing my hole, causing me to jump a little, arching my back. "Spread your legs." I felt him tap my thigh from the inside. I lifted it slightly, and I felt him spreading the creamy lotion around my hole and the tops of my thighs, even grazing my nuts with his fingertips. I began to panic as he tapped my outer thigh indicating I should close my legs. As I did so, I could feel his slick hardness between them. He ground hard into me, again matching the thumping next door. "Oh god, Jamie," I called out, more loudly than I intended. I softened my voice, trying to erase my fear, "are you going to fuck me?" I wasn't ready. I wasn't prepared physically or emotionally. Jamie was still thrusting his cock between my thighs, the top of the base occasionally grinding against my sensitive hole making me whimper. Almost on cue, I heard louder whimpers from next door, then groans getting even louder. And then a man's voice, Coach Rutland's voice. "Take that cock. Take all my inches, baby. Let me hear you." "Oh god, so good, fuck me," she responded before her speech became unintelligible. Hearing the Coach, even faintly, saying those things made me arch my back and grind hard into Jamie. For a moment, it was as if I was being humped by Rutland's hard, hairy body. The same body I had witnessed in his office shower. The same thick cock that spewed ropes of cum across the tile and into the drain that day. "Do you want me to fuck you," it was Jamie this time, but I was answering the Coach, swept up by my lust for the hunky teacher. "I want you inside me," I was panting now, and Jamie's hand, still slick with lotion, found my cock. He started to give me a reach around. "I want to be fucked by you." I imagined myself as Rebecca. I was face-to-face with Rutland, feeling the contact of his skin as he ground his hips into me, pounding my vagina with his powerful cock. My nails scratched across his back, and my lips found his, my tongue pushing into his mouth, begging him to consume me. I could feel his sweat dripping down onto me. I licked salt from the valley between his pecs, and my hands curled in the hairs of his chest, kneading the skin, and then tracing down his body finding his firm, hairy asscheeks, pulling him into me, my hips meeting his thrusts, begging to be filled. My teeth found his shoulder and I bit down gently, then harder. "Hey!" I heard Jamie, distressed, and realized that his forearm was between my teeth. I let up immediately, coming back to myself, and noting the scratch marks on the same arm. I rubbed gently across the marks I had made and concentrated on the pounding coming from behind me. "Fuck me harder," cried the woman. It sounded like me yelling in my head. "Yes, fuck me harder," I reached back to pull Jamie's hip into me as I pushed back. My own movement slid my cock through Jamie's hand as he held it steady. "I want to feel my cock inside you, Lake," he was licking my ear. Sucking my earlobe now. "I want to penetrate you, and take your cherry." She and I whimpered in unison and I wondered what Rutland was whispering in her ear. "I want to feel our bodies become united, become one. And I want to do it on Prom night. I want to fuck you and fully make you mine that night. Can you wait that long? Will you save your ass for my cock?" "I'm cumming. I'm shooting," Rutland announced, following it with several grunts. "I want it inside me. Please," I begged Rutland for his load. "Please make me yours now," whispering this time to Jamie, but it was too late. I could feel him shaking as his orgasm was upon us, and then his semen was painting the back of my balls, firing shots that lubed the space between my legs. I drew my thighs as tightly closed as I could, and smiled when I heard Jamie moaning, and Rutland moaning, and the woman moaning, all at the same time. Jamie rolled onto his back, his cock vacating the crevice I had made for it. It flopped against his thigh, streaked with cum and white lotion. He sat up and pointed to the tube on the bed next to me. "Finish yourself off, dude, we gotta be out of here by eight." I looked at the clock again and noticed we had scarcely twenty-five minutes to get ready, packed and to the lobby. "I'll start the shower." He bounded into the bathroom and I realized I couldn't come without Anthony's briefs. The water started running in the bathroom, and I could hear the sound of a toothbrush scrubbing teeth. I hopped up to search my bag, only to find I had neglected to bring Anthony's ripe pair with me. I wondered if a pair of Jamie's dirty drawers would be a reasonable substitute, but I knew the answer before I asked the question. I willed away my hardon, thinking of my grandma or tinky winky or anything else entirely non-sexual. My dick had reduced to a half-chub in a short time, and I realized I couldn't sit down on the bed or chair to wait longer with lotion all over my ass, so I followed Jamie into the bathroom. The shower was running, steam rising above the curtain. Jamie was standing before the mirror, drawing a razor over the stubble on his chin. He turned to flash me a smile. "Gotta look my best for the meet, right?!" He made a few final strokes and drained the water. "You finished off fast, dude," he said moving towards the stool. "Well, you're a really hot man," I said honestly. "It makes it easier." I was openly casting my gaze across the terrain of Jamie's amazing body. I knew I would never tire of the view. He stood with one hand on his hips, and the other holding his penis in the direction of the bowl. I fixated on the stream of dark urine as it left his meaty cockhead, gravity pulling it down into the clear pool, and I felt my mouth begin to water. I swallowed and wondered what his stream would taste like, whether it would taste the same as Anthony's. Even as the thought crossed my mind, I banished it, wondering how fucked up I must be to have willingly initiated licking Jamie's dirty asshole last night so that I could cum, and now wondering about the taste of his urine. Let alone imagining how it compared to his stepbrother's. It was beyond horrific, and it was who I had become. "Wanna hold it for me?" Jamie asked, laughing, arcing his stream around the bowl, and calling attention to my fixation. "Zip it or you'll *need* someone to hold it," I mock threatened, smiling and matching his amused tone. "Well," he answered lightly. "You never know what might happen. Before last night, I never imagined you might want to floss your teeth with my ass hair, who knows if you might want to gargle with my piss?" He chuckled at what he saw as ironic wit never knowing just how close he was to the truth of my life. I laughed it off and picked up my toothbrush, peripherally watching him finish up. "I think I'll use my toothbrush this morning, thank you very much." He drew back the curtain and stepped into the hot water. "Well you better hurry up, before it gets cold. It feels so good," he taunted. "Feel this," I said, and flushed the toilet. The momentary flash of cold water had him yelling "Motherfucker," and before I knew it, his wet arm was pulling me into the shower with him. * * * * * If you'd like another installment, please let me know at email@example.com or AOL IM me at matthewlake309. It's really important for me to get emails, even if it's just a couple of lines-especially motivating if it's a hot pic. 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