Adults Corner #14

This posting is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

 

These are parts of stories that are still being written. And therefore haven’t had a BETA read, let alone a editing from me.

So….I know I’ve asked you this before, but since I have actually put up a story (Santa’s Present) and you have seen my just random parts. Along with what it’s like when I write a book for just this, I was wondering what your take on it all was?

What did you prefer?

I’m easy either way, though it’s becoming hard to find sex scenes that I have written, so maybe the question is more, would you like me to write out just scene that are just sex? A full story (though it will probably by contemporary, or ….)?

 

Holding Jack

The sudden orgasm that washed over Jessie, making him forget the pain that burned at his hole from Jack’s dry entrance. There was a hot liquid of what Jessie had to take as pre-come, it had dribbled down his crack before the push of Jack’s head into muscles that hadn’t been opened that way in two months, that burn had taken away Jessie’s ability to think past...anything.

     He wasn’t aware of the world, only the fact that Jack was finally filling his body, something he’d dreamed of more time than he should have, considering the circumstance.

     Fingers woke him out of the wash of orgasm but whipping his fingers through the liquid before pulling completely out of Jessie’s body, whipping the liquid on his own dick and heading back in for more, Jessie was overly proud at himself for coming up with that, since all he could see was the white of the basin.

     When Jack’s wet cock came back for round two, Jessie changed his gripping on the sink, wrapping on hand around the front of the spout. If the shake to Jack’s body behind him was any indication this was going to be rough, and it was going to sting. The last thing Jessie needed was to add concussion to the mix of problems this fuck was going to cause when Jack realised what he was doing.

     Jessie tried his best to relax his muscles, it helped that he was still holding onto the glow of orgasm, but the push that came, still a touch drier than what was needed for the perfect slid, made Jessie grunt, winching, with the strain of staying open as the burn tingled higher up his spin and warmed up his thigh muscles.

     It hurt, the stretch, it had been a little over two months since the last time he’s been filled like this, and he was more willing to take it. Jessie had never minded the pain all that much; not really, it wasn’t like he wanted it all the time. it helped that he’d comed to seconds before this assault, also the fact that Jack was the man behind him, and if Jessie could bring himself to move he would be able to look over his shoulder and see him—hell, he’d just had to lift his head up to see the mirror, where Jack would be reflected behind him.

     A grunt ended Jack’s slid in. Jessie’s insides tingled, the heat from his stretched muscles curled around his back, turning him on faster and harder than any other time he’d been fucked. Pubs tickled his perineum and Jack’s settled just behind his. Hot trembling thighs lined up just inside his, a foot nudged Jessie’s ankle a little, spreading him a touch wider.

     Jessie’s checks nestled in perfectly to Jack’s pelvis. Jack’s hands gript at Jessie’s flesh, on his hip, fingers almost braking skin they held on so tight, the other lent in a little too hard on his lower back, just off centre. The heated body behind him trembled. Fast, hard, Jack’s breath filled the room, seemed to Jessie like he was holding on for dear life.

     A grunt that mangled into a deep moan was all the warning Jessie got before Jack pulled back, the head of his cock catching, and stopping at the entrance rim of Jessie before slamming back home so unexpectantly hard and fast that it had Jessie’s hole body move forward.

     It was at that moment that Jessie realised he was still hard, because when the tip of his dick hit the wooden door of the bench pain shot threw his length, taking away his breath and dulling the sensation of lust by showing him where he really hurt and how much he was going to suffer when this was all over.

     His muscles cramped in on him as he cried out in pain.

     “Sorry,” Jack muttered his voice nearly lost behind his heavy breathing and need. The bottom half of his body closed in tighter with Jessie, causing a ripple of that first off rush of pleasure to slowly shift back up Jessie’s spin.

     His hand had left Jessie’s body and returned by pulling him backwards and pushing a fluffy towel roughly between his belly and the sink.

     Then without further ado, Jack started thrusting like nothing had interrupted them. In a sick—it was, wasn’t it?—kinda way Jessie loved the fact.

     Deep thrust in and out, made Jessie’s mind fog up, his hand cramped as he held onto the sink pushing back as Jack pushed forward, making the hit of hip to ass drive the thrust deep and hard, like a snap of heat that curled around Jessie’s balls and threatened to take him to the moon and back at any moment.

     The slid became easier and easier the fast Jack moved inside Jessie, and if he could have thought on it he’d have realised why.

     Jack’s trust became sloppy with only a slight pull push, and a flick at the end that drove Jessie over the end, letting Jack follow when Jessie’s ass muscle clamped down on the man in a rush of pulsing bliss.

     Black flooded his vision with sparks of pointed lights as his latest orgasm pulsed hard threw his body and closed his mind off to everything in the world. It was almost enough to make Jessie spill into a deep sleep, if only he wasn’t standing at the sink while spilling. 

     “Oh, god, Jessie....what’ve I done?” Jack’s laboured words froze up Jessie’s inside; even though he was ready for this to come before he’d even let the man give him something he’d wanted since meeting him.

     Opening his eyes he found himself kneeling in front of the counter, one hand still gripping at the wood, the other leaning against it, keeping him from face planting the wood, as it was his face still brushed the surface, his noise sliding in his first loads spillage. The towel was in his lap, holding the second.

     Turning himself around was a feat. With the fact that his fingers were finding it hard to move off the surface—or maybe it was that his brain wasn’t up to thinking of how to go about it yet.

     With his back against the cool wood, a goo that would cack onto his back, but he didn’t care, Jessie found himself focusing on his foot, seeing more thick liquid caught up between his toes. He couldn’t seem to be able to look at the other man.

 

     “I’m so sorry,” he muttered, “Jessie, so sorry.”

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Holding Jack is a LGBT contemporary erotic romance about a man coming back to love after losing his wife.

Jessie, the kid next door, had always pulled strongly at Jack’s instincts. When he hadn’t wanted to toss out the kids lovers out, he wanted that same kid bent over something so he could fuck him raw. But Jack loves his wife, who knew who and what he was.

When an accident killed his wife and but Jack in the hospital, Jessie stepped up, taking care of his kid and then Jack. It wasn’t a hardship; Jessie had always wanted the older man. Despite his wife, even if he had loved the woman to pieces.

And when he gets what he wanted more than anything else in life, Jessie is left wondering if Jack really wanted him, or if the man would kick him out once he realised Jessie wasn’t his wife?

At the moment, this story is at 7,108 words

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