Hunger | By : Ykarzel Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title: Hunger (2/4)
Author: Ykarzel
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: S/J
Beta: Sonja, Shadow Laura (for part), and Daisey!! *snugs to Daisey*
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I wish they were mine. If they were mine, I’d rent them out to the
Lair for our perverse usage. Alas, they
are not.
Word Count (chapter): 1394
Word Count (to date): 3908
YCC: -_-; I did so much
research for this chapter, it’s not even funny.
Once, when Honda had bothered to
ask why, he had tried to explain. But, a
few sentences into his explanation, Honda had lost interest, and had just
pushed Jou’s face into his crotch.
But that relief had been short
lived. A few months later, Honda had
gotten himself a girlfriend, and had gotten all high and mighty about how he
was straight. Not that Jou doubted it;
Honda always drooled when a pair of boobs went past. He’d just made the lucky discovery that
putting his dick into a guy’s mouth felt no different than in a girl’s. And it wasn’t like Jou ever demanded that he
reciprocate.
Jou didn’t have any hard
feelings; it was just that Honda had been a much safer alternative to what he’d
been forced to take up in the brunette’s absence. Still, either because he felt some guilt for
leaving his best friend high and dry, or because he just wanted Jou to go to
the grave with the secret of their trysts, Honda was avid at protecting Jou’s
secret. He always made the blonde’s
excuses for him when he needed to disappear.
Jou couldn’t help it; he just got
hungry often.
It always started slow, as a
twinge, an ache. But, eventually, it
took over his mind; it was all he could think about: the need to be filled, to
be sated, to be content. Fantasy would take over, and he’d see
himself, on the business end of another man’s cock, being used as a nameless
mouth. He’d feel the hand fisted in his
hair, driving him on, with no regard to his comfort.
He licked his lips, the dirty,
delicious feeling making his own cock stir in his pants.
He’d found the movie theater by
chance. He and Honda would go there
because it was cheap, and a movie was a movie- as long as you didn’t eat the
popcorn. The discovery that their
bathroom was a Tea Room had kept him giving his business to the shitty theater
for over a year now.
Waving
at the sleaze ball selling the tickets, he mused that they ought to be paying
him here. He knew that he was
responsible for a few of their regular customers.
God, the bathroom was dirty. If he didn’t like it that way, he’d be
grossed out. Stepping into the last
stall, he sighed as the hardest part, the waiting, began. It had taken up to four hours once, before
somebody that was interested appeared.
As hungry as he was today, that would be torture.
Luckily, it was only about ten
minutes before a target appeared. Jou
watched through the glory hole as the man entered the stall. He saw expensive black slacks go past, and
his cock jumped. His favorites were the
rich, arrogant business men who showed up on their lunch breaks, wanting to use
him for a quick release in order to get through the rest of their day. They never made any attempt to discover who
was on the other side of the stall, though the few
regulars that came in knew it was the same person, because Jou always used his
knock.
He wasn’t sure why he’d started
doing it. The
knocking. It wasn’t part of glory
hole etiquette, but he’d done it from day one.
He wanted the other person to know it was him, even if they didn’t know
who he was. He wanted the man to know
that his whore always returned, even if the other man never came back.
He knew his regulars. He never saw their faces, but a penis was
almost as distinguishable- especially when seen as close up as Jou saw them.
This one wasn’t a regular. Jou knew, because all three of his business
men regulars were overweight, and you could hear it when they walked. This one was lighter. That meant there was still a chance that he’d
refuse Jou’s offer- that he was actually there just to use the bathroom.
He waited a good thirty seconds
for ‘bathroom sounds’ to warn him off.
When he heard none, he decided to go for it, and stood up.
tap – pause
– tap – pause – pause – tap – tap
Once
his calling card had been issued, he resorted right
back to actual etiquette. He stuck his
finger through the hole, and beckoned.
Removing his finger, he bit his lip as he waited for the man to accept
or refuse. His erection strained against
his pants, begging the man to accept.
It was another long moment, and
Jou began to doubt that he’d be successful.
Then suddenly, there was movement on the other side of the wall, and the
man pushed his cock through, all at once.
For a moment, Jou was struck
dumb. He’d seen a lot of cock over the
past year, but never anything like this one.
It was breathtakingly perfect.
Perfectly sized, perfectly straight, perfectly colored, perfectly
groomed. And, despite being what looked
to be painfully hard, it was controlled.
Just one drop of shiny precum had appeared on
the tip of the round head.
All he could do was stare. With a dick
like that, this man had to be some kind of king. Jou was so beneath him that there
wasn’t even a basis for comparison. He
fell to his knees in front of it, never feeling the need to be low so strongly
before.
He’d
stared a heartbeat to long. The man grew
impatient and began to pull away.
Jou had a panicked moment, not so
much that his hunger would go unsatisfied, but that he would lose his chance to
taste perfection. He grabbed the
retreating organ, effectively immobilizing the man behind it.
It was like he was committing a
sin, thinking himself worthy of restraining this man. It made him feel dirty, and his arousal
begged to be released. He brought his face
down even with that perfect cock, allowing his hot breath to caress the
erection in order to tell the man not to pull away. His loosened his grip and slid his hand down
to the very base, his tongue slipping out to taste.
God, he even tasted perfect. Using his left hand, he finally allowed his
own arousal free. Leaning in, Jou pulled
as much of the stranger’s erection as he could into his mouth.
His
hunger overtook him. It was like his
mind shut down. He couldn’t hear, he
couldn’t see. He could just feel; feel
the way his mouth was filled, the way his neck was bent uncomfortably, the way
the hard floor hurt his knees, the way his erection wept. He worked the cock in his mouth
greedily. He wanted to bring the other
to the brink quickly; to be able to taste his seed.
He pulled his mouth away and
allowed his tongue to drive the other over the edge. It didn’t require thought anymore; he knew
the routine. He usually tried to draw it
out, but he was too hungry.
His tongue seemed like sand paper
against the smooth skin and soft head of the man in front of him. He was dirt to this man; he was low, and
completely unworthy. He quickened his
strokes with his left hand, his own intense arousal driving him faster. He was nothing more than a nameless, faceless
whore with a mouth.
He could tell that the other was
attempting to hold out. Jou would have
none of it. He brought his mouth back
down and sucked hard.
When the other came, Jou
swallowed greedily, sucking down every available drop. Finally, the hunger ceased, and he pulled
away. As usual, the shame followed: that
he’d done it again, that he even swallowed some stranger’s cum. It burnt in the pit of his stomach, and, with
two more strokes, it brought him his own release.
He leaned against the wall until
his breathing evened back out. With it,
his vision began to return, followed by his hearing. When his mind came back, he reached up for
some paper to clean himself.
He heard the sounds of the other
man leaving. He hadn’t even picked
himself off the floor yet; he always waited for the other to leave first. He didn’t want his face to be known to
them. If they saw him, he wouldn’t be a
nameless, faceless whore.
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