Sex Solves Everything
Sloppy Seconds
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Desmond turned the hot water on, and then looked back at me with an eyebrow cocked. I gave him a playful look, even though I was nervous. I could tell Desmond hadn’t been completely satisfied, but I knew I couldn’t fuck him anymore.
”Come here, Shaun,” Desmond murmured softly, and pulled me in. We kissed; Desmond pushed his tongue past my lips and into my mouth. He pulled away, looked me over, and kissed me again.
I reached for the shampoo, but slowly realized Desmond had no hair to wash. Looking nervously at him, I dispensed some onto my head and lathered my own hair furiously. I felt like an idiot because we weren’t exactly showering to get our ears clean.
Desmond ran his hands through my hair and then trailed them down my neck, to my chest, stopping just before he got to my waist. His fingers slowly slid back up, following my tattoo. He shoved me hard against the shower wall. His huge hands were the only thing keeping me standing for a brief moment.
”Please be gentle!” I pleaded in a panic, “I haven’t taken it in a year.” Desmond smiled at me. He started to amuse himself with tracing my tattoo.
“I never imagined you would have such… profane tattoos,” Desmond cradled my chin in his right hand, and pulled me at the waist with his left arm. I wasn’t sure what to say; I really didn’t want to explain all of the profanities, quotes, dates and insults twisting around my torso to form a snake. The tail started at my right hip bone. The snake curled around me until under my rib cage, the snake split, curled behind my back, twisted around my back and thin biceps, until each mouth opened to eat the words “YES” and “NO”.
Desmond groped my ass. I stopped thinking about my own body, and focused on his. He had just enough muscle to be seen even when he was relaxed. Various small, white scars marred his perfect, tan skin, and only added to his sex appeal. He moaned deeply and turned me around. I silently wished he would just get on with it. I suddenly regretted that thought; Desmond pushed one finger into me. He paused for a second and then slowly slid farther into me. I inhaled sharply, but it didn’t hurt enough to scream. Desmond slid in a second finger, and then it hurt enough to cry.
“Desmond…” I whimpered, “D-D- De…” my moans turned into a sharp cry when he tried to push a third finger into me.
He abandoned the attempt, “Try to relax,” he whispered softly. I grunted, then let out another cry of pain. I couldn’t make myself competely relax, but with a long deep sigh, I let go of the pain for a second. Desmond pushed his fingers farther into me, then slowly pulled both out. My ass longed for something to replace Desmond’s warmth.
My body tensed. I anticipated the pain, but also the intense pleasure that would follow. I could feel Desmond’s cock behind me, waiting. I felt the very tip push into me, and then he rammed me hard.
I screamed for him, “Desmond! Yes!” The pain faded away immediately. I let Desmond support me, because my body could do nothing be enjoy him. Suddenly, he started to fuck me harder and faster than before, and I yelled his name.
“Shh...” Desmond cooed. I bit my lip, and only winced whenever he thrusted too hard.
“Come! Please, Desmond…” I panted loudly. Desmond moved his hips faster, and finally his erection expanded inside of me. I could feel his warm cum filling me.
”Desmond!” I screamed. He was pushing it as far as it would go inside of me.
Desmond moaned deeply and jerked his manhood out of me. I turned around, feeling helpless. Desmond kissed me softly. He let his hands wander around the black snake imprinted on my skin.
”And here I thought you had a huge ego,” Desmond whispered. He studied the cruel insults that crossed my chest. He had somehow turned off the shower with his foot.
”The only thing allowed to humble me, is me,” I replied coldly. The romantic mood was cut dead. We dried off in a stiff silence. There was a bitter irony that Desmond had just humbled me greatly, but I silently vowed to kick him in the balls if he ever brought it up.
Desmond finally spoke after gathering up his clothes, “Let’s go get dressed and try to explain to Rebecca and Lucy that we’re into women.”
My stomach filled with dread. Desmond opened the door, and cold air hit me.