Page 23 of Ship of Fools

It hits me that I’m in love with him. I thought I might be, but I had pushed that thought away. I have known him, what? Twelve hours? What kind of fool am I?

“You are staring at me again.”

“Can’t help it. I like this fantasy.”

“What fantasy is this?” He smiles. Spreads his legs. Strokes his cock with lazy fingers.

“This... is the fantasy. When I wake up on Christmas Day, and the guy I have been crushing on for ages is mysteriously naked in my bed.”

“Ohhh, good one. You see, because in this fantasy I’m a total thuggish brat, and last night I broke in here, to steal whatever I could find. You know. Just smash and grab. And there you were, and I decided to... you know… get naked and hope you would just... do me?”

“And did I?”

“You did. And now the next morning? You might have to handcuff me to the bed, and spank my arse, and then punish-fuck me while we wait for the police to come and take me away.”

“Now you’re talking.” I groan as my hands give my now, very-much, back-in-the-game cock a few encouraging strokes.Because that kind of fantasy? Fuck him. Fuck his dirty mouth.

“I’m kind of scared now.” He says, in a put-on voice. “If I let you fuck me, will you please not call the police?”

I struggle not to laugh, and on the inside? I’m a mess of emotions. I don’t know what to do with this man. The guy who is like nobody I have ever met. Could I take him home and let him meet my family? Oh god, I’m stroking my dick and imagining him meeting my mother. Talk about... fucked in the head.

In the meantime, he has turned over, and is on his knees flashing his bare arse at me.

“You should finish what you started. I can hear those sirens in the distance.” he says sternly.

“You’re such a brat.” I say and land a soft slap on his right arse cheek.He moans, and my cock jerks. Fucking hell. I shouldn’t have done that. What the hell?

I land another one, like some fucked-up reflex in my head. Not hard, but it leaves a pink little blush on his skin and now I am moaning right back at him.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” I whisper.

“I need you to be a little rougher than that… with me... just like that... then go harder when you fuck me.” He whispers back.“Like this.” He grabs my hand and lands a firm smack on his skin, my hand stinging from the strength of it as I groan, and he shivers. “Like that. I like it like that. Just a few swats as you fuck me. It makes it, more...” He moans as I land another one, then sighs and arches his back. “...interesting.”

I lose the plot at that point, pushing my dick firmly inside his pink little hole,working through the muscles with sheer force, feeling shame and horror and arousal in a weird, messed-up package as he shouts out to,“Go deeper. Faster. Just fucking give it to me.”

I’ve never fucked like this. I’ve never taken someone raw. No condom. No fucking lube, but he’s right. I can feel him. He can feel me too, because his mouth is running a commentary full of explicit words and messed-up demands as I place another firm slap on his other cheek, and grab his hips hard enough that I’ll most likely bruise him.

“Luca, Luca, Luca.” he chants. “More, so fucking good, OMG, I can feel you so deep… oh fuck, do it harder... Give me another slap.”

“Fucking thief,” I say sternly, and smack my palm into his arse. “Fuckin’ breaking and entering. Are you going to fuckin’ pay for that broken window?” I want to laugh, but he moans so loudly that I just slap his other cheek and go harder on him.

“More!” he shouts.

“You gonna, clean up the mess, you filthy little shit? Repair the window?” I’m good at this one, smacking his arse, scratching up his thighs, painting his skin with warmth.

“I’ll suck you off... I’ll repay you… ohh… Fuck... I’m gonna come... Please… Oh… Ahhh.”

I can feel him as he comes. I can feel every muscle in his body tense up. I can feel his blood pumping through his veins, and I can feel the moans coming from his mouth as he releases.

He goes all limp on the bed, drowning in the covers as his body seems to sink. A small smile on his blushed face. My sweat all over his body as I finish myself off, and I almost pass out as my orgasm slams through me.

I come all over his bruised arse. My come painting his pink skin as I feel the shame and regret creep up on me.

“Did I hurt you?” I say, my voice shivering. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I... Oh, Andreas, fuck.”

“Fuck no, darling. That is exactly what I get off on. Oh hell, where have you been all my life? I loved it. Fucking loved it. Feel my skin, it’s all tender and hot. Oh fuck, you came on it? That’s the hottest thing ever.”

He’s back on his knees, trying to look over his shoulder.

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