It's not November, but I'm working on a new novel. Do you wanna see? It's my usual nsfw however.
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Qale (aka Qale)
Sep 21 '17, 06:24
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“So, the money?” Remy looked back at the man he’d just tolerated for much longer than the six minutes he predicted it’d take to get him off.
“Why the rush?” Looking ridiculously satisfied, the remaining clumps of short light brown hair was matted to his ever expanding forehead. That even now, the man’s eyes didn’t stray from the naked teenage boy’s body made him seem predatory as he’d always been.
“Because people are depending on me. My brothers, to name two.”
“And how old are they?”
Setting his jaw, he then stood abruptly. Anger raised his strong eyebrows to steep angles, rage flared nostrils in an otherwise flattened nose, and rancor raised a voice that normally was far more reserved. “You don’t get to ask questions like that, mother fucker. That’s not how this is supposed to go.” Thrusting a finger in the man’s direction, the thin bony digit was similar in dimensions to the dusky teen it belonged to. “You’re the one who started this. You pay, I put out. Now where’s the money?”
Rolling on to his side, which post coitus took a bit of an effort than he’d ever want to admit, the man then propped his head up with one hand. He considered the rise he was getting out of the gutter trash whore and it only served to re-arouse. Batting lashes as if he was attempting coquettishness, the man reminded Remy. “You called me.”
Remy stared, stunned into silence. His chest was so thin, his ribcage showed with every growing heaving breath. Lower, his sex which had remained defiantly soft during the entire act of being penetrated for the first time by the man, oddly started to stir. Confusion flooded his thoughts. “B- But…” He stammered.
Sensing his moment of weakness renewed, the man crawled over to the side of the bed and reached to take each of Remy’s hips in hand. The lithe figure was trembling, but didn’t immediately flee. He purred, “Because you’re starting to actually enjoy what’s going on between us, aren’t you?”
“No,” came the automatic response. But with a wavering voice, Remy knew he wasn’t in a strong position.
“Yes. You’re well past meeting me up for a blow job in the alleyway, or just wherever I happened to find you.” The man’s eyes glanced upward, but most often were certainly fixated on the quite capable inches that were buoyed by tempestuous hormones flooding the teenage boy’s blood. “You liked having me inside you.”
Remy grit his teeth giving some credibility to the nightmares he often had about them crackling into pieces.
The man licked his lips, then opened his mouth wide in anticipation of taking Remy’s cock whole. He certainly didn’t expect a hard punch to the side of his head sending him flailing first to the bed and then falling onto the floor.
“This… this is over!” Remy barked down at the fallen man. Swiftly scooping up his clothes, he rushed out of the bedroom while trying to dress. He nearly tripped, tearing the remainder scant bit of cloth that comprised the only pair of underwear he’d been wearing for weeks. Donning the hole riddled shirt that advertised “FEMA cares for HOU” he sidestepped the island in the midst of the kitchen. That’s when he spied the set of keys in the empty candy dish.
“It’s over? Because I’m pretty sure you’re still starving.” The man bellowed to him while trying to yank on his jeans. “I’m pretty sure you’re still homeless!”
Hastily, Remy got on the cargo shorts that immediately slunk low on his wiry frame. Snatching up the keys, he stalked toward the garage, hitting the button to open its door on the way. The man’s taunts very nearly got him to turn back, but his mind had been made up. This had gone further than he ever wanted, and he was resolute to find another way to keep the gang from falling into dissolution.
The man heard the loud rumble of the garage door. It wasn’t as troubling however, as the louder rumble of a powerful Ford F-500 engine. His eyes widened and his pace quickened.
But considering his size, the fuzziness in his head from the hard palm strike, and the fact he’d finally gotten the sadistic gumption to take it the entire way with Remy, the man only was able to watch in vain as his large red truck was stolen.
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