Page 6 of Nearly Roadkill: Queer Love on the Run

He lifts his arms up and around my shoulders. I lean into him, suddenly grateful for his strong body, his boy strength.

“Yes,” I say, “hold me strong.”

He opens his mouth wide for me, pulling my tongue deep inside. I press against his pelvis, and he moans into my mouth. My hands are around his back, digging in.

Winc: ::pushing hard against you, kneading your shoulders with long strong fingers… my cock harder now::

Scratch: ::Hand drifting absently down to the top of your jeans::

Winc: ::whimpering::

I tug on his jeans; he shivers. I rub his bulge through the jeans.

Winc: Oh

my

gosh

Scratch: ::backing up, pulling off my shirt::

I turn him around, rubbing my breasts on his back. His back is warm, and a moan escapes, startling us both. He pushes his ass back against my crotch, as I wrap my arms around his belly.

Winc: ::sighing::

Scratch: ::sliding my hands down to your hips, pulling you against my crotch, pushing you hard, bending you over::

Winc: ::lifting my hands above my head, against the wall::

::turning my head to face you… questioning::

I push him into the wall, crotch pressed against his ass.

“Questioning what, boy?”

He gasps, shakes his head. “What are you doing to me?”

“Gonna take you, boy, are you complaining?”

“No… not complaining, no.”

I pull away from him, lean against the wall next to him. And suddenly look at him, a grin on my face. I have my hands across my chest.

Winc: ::breathing hard… looking in your eyes:: ::softly:: I want you… please.

Scratch: I know… stand up.

Winc: ::standing up… shakily::

Scratch: ::coming over to you, putting fingers on top of your jeans::

Winc: ::cock throbbing in my jeans::

Scratch: ::Pulling first button slowly, plup!:: ::watching cock::

Winc: Ahhhh. ::not moving… watching you closely::

Scratch: There, all free now? ::smirk:: Or do you need more buttons undone?

Winc: ::head of my cock peeking out over undone top button::

Scratch: ::pressing against you, feeling tip of cock on my belly::

Winc: M-m-more, I think.

His tentative desire makes me laugh. His arms go up around me, I grab his hair with one hand, buttons with the other. Plup, plup, plup, and he’s free. The odd thing is, while I’m typing that, he’s typing this:

Winc: ::cock springs free from my jeans::

It keeps happening, this kind of simultaneous post, what Winc and I have come to call “simulpost” where despite the delay of online time, we’re in sync.

He leans forward, burying his face into my neck.

I grab his cock, squeezing gently. I feel the hair around his balls.

He sighs happily, licking my shoulder and throat.

I slide my hands around his ass, under his jeans, pressing against his cock, squeezing his ass.

His hands work up and down my bare back.

My crotch is throbbing, the wetness warm against my clothes.

He pushes his hips hard against me, I pull his hand to my breast. I slide my hand back around to his cock, pushing his jeans down. He’s squeezing my breasts softly, kneading. His jeans are down to his knees. I push him to the floor.

Winc: ::startled… falling back::

Scratch: Yeah. I like that. Don’t move.

Winc: ::looking up at you… hungry::

Scratch: ::Walking around you, stopping behind your head, looking down at you::

Winc: ::wiping hair out from in front of my eyes::

Scratch: ::Pulling off my own jeans::

Winc: ::moaning::

Scratch: ::Standing straight up, straddling your head, bending over from the waist::

Winc: Oh yes!

Scratch: ::Cunt hair wet::

Winc: ::pushing my face forward, inhaling you::

Scratch: ::placing my hands on either side of you, I lower my mouth down to your cock::

Winc: ahhhhhhhhhhhhh

Scratch: ::Licking, once, twice, a few soft swipes with my tongue::

Winc: ::licking up and down your cunt lips gently::

Scratch: ::Lowering my cunt to just a few inches from your mouth lower, lower:: ::moaning as I feel your tongue, licking your cock::

I suddenly stand up, walk away from him; he cries out.

Winc: ::falling back onto the floor::

I walk back to his side, grasping his cock with my hand, bringing my mouth to it.

Winc: Oh!

Scratch: ::Other hand on my pussy, rubbing juices around. Rubbing juices on your cock::

Winc: ::my hands go to your breasts… tweaking your nipples, pinching harder::

Scratch: ::moaning::

I bring my mouth back up to his…

Winc: ::hungry mouth meeting yours::

… slap his hand, kiss him hard, bite his lip.

Winc: ::crying out, tasting my own blood::

Scratch: ::Pulling your jeans all the way off:: Turn over.

Winc: Huh?

Scratch: Turn the fuck over.

Winc: ::mumbling, confused::… OK. OK…

Scratch: You want a bed or something? Turn over.

Winc: ::turning over:: ::looking at you over my shoulder::

Scratch: ::Pressing you into the floor:: ::Straddling you::

Winc: Oh!

Scratch: ::Sitting on your ass, my cunt on your butt bone:: ::Rubbing, rocking back and forth::

Winc: ::pushing my ass back to meet you::

Scratch: ::moaning::

Winc: ::moving my ass side to side against you::

Scratch: oh, gawd… yes… ::pressing your cock into the floor::

Winc: ::pushing back harder, twisting against you::

Scratch: Does it hurt, does it hurt, boy?

Winc: ::crying out:: YES!

Scratch: ahhhhhhh

Winc: Hurts reallllll good!

I bite his neck, pushing against him.

Winc: ::tears spring to my eyes, twisting against you::

I rub my juices on my hand, rubbing his ass, squeezing. It’s so nasty, this wetness all over him, not caring what it does to him. I can smell myself, sweet and tangy, wafting up to me. I circle two fingers closer to his hole.

Winc: ::gasping:: ::clenching my asshole tight::

Scratch: ::Teasing, entering just a little, coming back out::

Winc: ::shuddering::

Scratch: ::Sliding one finger all the way in, wet with my juices::

Winc: ::moaning:: ohyesohyesohyes ::pushing up against your finger::

Scratch: ::Reaching around you with my other hand, grabbing your cock:: That feels good in my hand.

Winc: ::moaning:: ::clenching, unclenching around your finger::

I can feel his own wetness on the tip of his cock, as I slide another finger in hard, deep.

Winc: ::whimpering::

Scratch: ::Pushing both fingers deep inside you::

Winc: YAHHHHH!

I slide his cock up and down in my hand.

Winc: ::rotating my ass back against you::

::shuddering::

oh geez

Scratch: ::Sliding around to the side of you, turning you slightly::

I want you, I want you, boy.

::Turning you over again, on your back::

Winc: ::looking into your face… tears in eyes, bloody lip::

Want you to take me, grrrl.

I rub his blood all over my breasts.

Winc: Want you real bad.

Scratch: Want more of that.

I watch his cock, swelling at the head. He pushes forward, hungrily, licking his blood off my breasts. I squeeze his balls in my hand, pinching his nipples, kissing him with my teeth.

Winc: ::leaning back, arching my neck back:: Bite me… bite me hard. Please!

At the same time, I type what he’s just said:

Scratch: ::biting you on the nipples hard, feeling blood on my tongue::

::biting you up to your neck, bites all the way???up your chest::

Winc: ::crying, laughing:: Oh yes!

I pin both his arms to the floor.

Winc: ::startled… looking up at you::

I slide up his body, straddling his cock, just above it. I dangle my cunt hairs, teasing his cock.

Winc: ::lifting my hips up to meet your cunt::

Scratch: uhhhhhh… ::pushing your cock against my clit::

END SCRATCH JOURNAL ENTRY

WINC JOURNAL ENTRY

This wasn’t my first round of cybersex, not by a long shot. But it sure was the best.

Winc: ::wriggling my cock back and forth against you::

Scratch: ::sliding in a little, then back out to my clit, rubbing.

::moaning:: yessss

Winc: ::moaning:: oh yes!

Scratch: ::sliding down hard on your cock, taking it deep inside me::

Winc: ::urgently pushing up against you::

::gasping… feeling you wet and hot around my cock::

Scratch: ::Feeling you stirring inside me::

Winc: ::pumping my hips hard into you::

Scratch: ::sliding off you abruptly again, bending down to your cock with my mouth::

Winc: ::crying out:: OH!

Scratch: ::sly smile::

Whatsa matter, huh?

Winc: ::shuddering::

Pleeeeeeease!

Scratch: Please what? What do you want? Say it. Say the nasty words, boy.

Winc: Want you so bad!

Want you on top of me… fucking me… please!

Want your cunt swallowing my cock!

Want you dripping juice all over me!

Scratch: Good boy, good good boy.

Yup. Good boy, that was me! She grabbed my cock with both hands, pulling it hard, up and down. Then, just as suddenly, she stopped and said:

Scratch: No.

Winc: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

::tossing head side to side frustrated::

So then she stood up again, walked around by my head, and pulled me across the floor by my hair. I got to my knees quick enough to scramble along as she pulled me. She straddled my head, dipping her cunt to my face.

Scratch: Not ready yet.

Winc: ::on my knees in front of you… looking up into your eyes::

::cock throbbing::

Winc: ::precum glistening with your juices on my cock::

Scratch: Whatcha gonna do for me now, huh?

Winc: ::swallowing hard:: I… I want to lick your cunt… want to taste you, fuck you with my tongue. ::breathing hard::

Scratch: Lie back down…

Winc: ::not moving, looking at you::

Scratch: ::Straddling your face… pressing my pussy into your mouth hands on floor on either side of you::

Winc: ::moaning into your pussy::

Scratch: ::dropping my body down onto your chest::

Winc: ::kissing up and down your lips:: ::lapping you with the broad of my tongue::

Scratch: yessssss.

Winc: ::swallowing your juice:: ::flicking your clit with the tip of my tongue:: ::over and over::

Scratch: ::pulling on your cock, squeezing your balls::

Winc: ::gasping::

Scratch: ::tugging on your hairs::

Winc: ::pushing my tongue up inside you::

Scratch: ::Knees pressing into floor, hurting, sending pain straight to my cunt::

Winc: ::lapping at you like a dog::