Page 18 of Repentance and Absolution
His words got me moving right quick. I found a rhythm that he liked and didn’t make me get close right away, although t’was always a battle. I’d never known what I was missing before I did this to him, but there wasn’t any going back from it.
“Oh, God. Jimmy, God. You got such a big dick. I’m so lucky you’re so big and manly. I love your cock so much…” Oscar liked to talk dirty, and I liked to listen to him. T’was one of the things that had taken me by surprise at first but that I soon found I craved. In a society that liked to emphasize polite manners and decorum, t’was a refreshing thing to give it all up and act like randy animals.
“I’m glad I gotta big dick, too, so’s I can do this properly.”
“Oh God. Oh God. I’m close,” he said, his hand going to his nubby. That was what we called his penis, even though t’wasn’t allthatsmall—just a little smaller than average, I reckoned, having seen my share of flaccid and hard cocks when I camped out with the gang for so long. When Oscar’s cock was the way t’was right now—red and raging and stiff, it looked pretty damned impressive. But he liked it when we made a fuss of how it compared to mine—something about feeling small and less than a man. It made Oscar happy and allowed him to feel soft and delicate and looked after. It had seemed strange at first, but now t’was just a part of who he was and who we were together. And I liked it, too, because I surely enjoyed bein’ the big man when it came to him. I liked to treat him nice, take care of him and bed him the way he deserved.
I grabbed his ankle and lifted his leg up, spreading him nice and wide as I pounded him. I batted his hand away from his cock and took o’er, my fingers still greasy, stroking his nubby fast and hard and pounding into him the way he liked.
Oscar enjoyed things rough, whether I was fucking him or spanking his behind, and I had no problem with that.
After a moment, his body arched up from the bed and his nubby spurted o’er my fingers, as Oscar cried out louder than any girl I’d ever had and cursed me for giving him so much pleasure.
I lasted maybe two more thrusts then my whole body stiffened as I pressed deep and exploded with bliss, spilling inside his sweet heat.
“Oscar, Oscar. Fuck. I love you. I love you so much.”
We lay there, connected in such an intimate way as our desperate, frantic breaths evened out. My head lay on his chest, and he stroked my hair gently as the wood in the stove crackled. The small room felt cozy and warm now, and there was a slick of sweat on us both.
Oscar laughed. “Now we need to bathe again.”
I clicked my tongue. “We should have bought a little tub to stand in when we were in town. Even a small bath would be something. We could heat the water on the stove.”
“Next time,” Oscar said, “when we have Poke to carry it back.”
His fingers in my hair felt so sweet and soft as my dick shrank and finally popped out when I shifted.
“Oh,” Oscar groaned. “Je-sus.”
“What?”
His eyes had a faraway look as he smiled with smug satisfaction. “I feel you leakin’ out of me.”
I caught my breath. “Oscar, that’s so…filthy.”
His gaze on mine sparked fire again. “I love it. God, Jimmy. I’d have your babies if I could.”
I gaped at him, startled at first. But the way he’d said it, with complete and utter honesty, expressing the way he felt about me, went straight to my heart.
“You would? Truly?”
“Truly,” he said, tracing his finger o’er my cheek. “Maybe if we try hard enough, it might happen.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well now, I ain’t no medical doctor, but I have to say I got my doubts about that.”
Oscar shrugged. “Well, there ain’t no harm in youtryin’to knock me up. We can pretend, can’t we?”
I grinned, once again taken aback by Oscar’s sense of himself and willingness to be whoever he wanted.
“I reckon so. You want me to get you with child?”
“Oh fuck. Yeah, I do. I want you to fill me so full of your seed that a miracle happens.”
“What would we say to the townsfolk then?”
Oscar sobered. His lips set in a firm line. “We’d tell ‘em I was havin’ your baby, and I was nothin’ but a strange-lookin’ woman, I s’pose. Think they’d believe that?”
I shook my head. “Doubt it. But you never know.”
