's got it his set-up down to a fine art now, nothing fancy. Heck, being fancy about it would probably make him terminally fuck up and end up being a pop-eyed, blue-faced warning used by the Followers to scare thrillseekers onto the straight and narrow.
Boone looped a belt though the foot of the bed, tugged it hard to check nothing would break. He buckled it on a close notch, firm against the rise and fall of his Adams apple as he swallowed, muscles rolling against rawhide. It was simple and to the point, no fussing about and losing his flow. Lean forward to put pressure on his windpipe, lean back to catch his breath. He didn't bother shucking off his clothes, just unzipped and pushed his shorts down enough to free his cock. The anticipation was almost better than the act, and he was already hard and ready by the time he gave his cock a perfunctory tug and closed his eyes.
Boone's fantasy life had never been elaborate and he didn't start embroidering it now. He thought about Carla naked on the bed when he finished his shift, the way she'd kick her legs in the air like an old world pinup and offer him a glimpse of her cunt. He thought about how hot she felt when he fucked her on mornings like that, the chill deep in his bones seeping away as she wrapped her legs around his hips and spurred him deeper and faster. He thought about Cass, what she'd be like in bed. Pictured her kneeling over his face, his hearing muffled by those freckled thighs, mouth and nose smothered under warm, wet woman. He bet she'd be down for it too,wouldn't need much convincing. Could picture it too, her copper hair tumbling loose as she braced against the headboard and demanded he lick and suck harder if he wanted her to sit on his face and send him into oxygen-starved delirium. She'd make him earn it.
God.
That worked, gut clenched as he hunched over with his dick twitching hard and a slick of semen sliding between his fingers. The belt dug hard into his throat but he didn't lean back, instead pushing harder and harder into the burn as he forced himself to keep jerking off past the point where pleasure danced equal to a tang of pain. One beat more. One more. He would’ve kept going too, chased the burn in his chest for just a heartbeat longer but there was a noise, low and out of place. A raspy cough, audible even through ringing in his ears.
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Boone - 'Gasper' - 2/3
Date: 2012-04-04 04:42 am (UTC)Boone looped a belt though the foot of the bed, tugged it hard to check nothing would break. He buckled it on a close notch, firm against the rise and fall of his Adams apple as he swallowed, muscles rolling against rawhide. It was simple and to the point, no fussing about and losing his flow. Lean forward to put pressure on his windpipe, lean back to catch his breath. He didn't bother shucking off his clothes, just unzipped and pushed his shorts down enough to free his cock. The anticipation was almost better than the act, and he was already hard and ready by the time he gave his cock a perfunctory tug and closed his eyes.
Boone's fantasy life had never been elaborate and he didn't start embroidering it now. He thought about Carla naked on the bed when he finished his shift, the way she'd kick her legs in the air like an old world pinup and offer him a glimpse of her cunt. He thought about how hot she felt when he fucked her on mornings like that, the chill deep in his bones seeping away as she wrapped her legs around his hips and spurred him deeper and faster. He thought about Cass, what she'd be like in bed. Pictured her kneeling over his face, his hearing muffled by those freckled thighs, mouth and nose smothered under warm, wet woman. He bet she'd be down for it too,wouldn't need much convincing. Could picture it too, her copper hair tumbling loose as she braced against the headboard and demanded he lick and suck harder if he wanted her to sit on his face and send him into oxygen-starved delirium. She'd make him earn it.
God.
That worked, gut clenched as he hunched over with his dick twitching hard and a slick of semen sliding between his fingers. The belt dug hard into his throat but he didn't lean back, instead pushing harder and harder into the burn as he forced himself to keep jerking off past the point where pleasure danced equal to a tang of pain. One beat more. One more. He would’ve kept going too, chased the burn in his chest for just a heartbeat longer but there was a noise, low and out of place. A raspy cough, audible even through ringing in his ears.
Not me.