Guillermo

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I will tell you a story…about Guillermo
Firstly, time waits for no man and he knew this from the fresh age of six
At the time he didn't know what it meant
But soon he figured out what his papa was saying
It was how fast he would get his next beer in his hand
Perfectly flushed from the freezer 
That's how papa liked it.
He was sure to remind Guillermo each time
Whether through palpable or venomous words

As a teen, being rebellious or out of line was not an option.
The consequences to painful
Memories causing a phantom ache 
He hated the feelings of abandonment that came after
He looked for escapes 
His beauty suffered
The one thing that kept him from leaving the earth
His dad reminded him always 
Of what a beauty he was
Hands he couldn't keep to himself

His free now
The phantom aches
Reminding him of the heavy breaths
The forced frenzies 
Now that he is his own
He feels alive and better than ever…


The obsession started on an ordinary night. He was busy in the club scene with his new friends. All he wanted to do is have great time to forget the memories that haunt him. Every brush of skin and scent sent him into a weird space of euphoria and disgust. Bewildered by his own body reacting to these disgusting bodies that hump, twirled, jumped, and swung around to the music. He grew frigid when one particular body paid attention to him it wouldn't leave him to dance alone. It grinded into him, demonstrating the lust-filled package it came with. All up for grabs if he got it a drink. Shivering at the idea of a good time, he did just that. The body didn't even thank him as it took him to the men's room, into a stall and took a gulp of the drink. Slamming him against the door it got unto its knees, slowly taking his garments down with it. His girth surprising it as it looked so much better up close. Guillermo gripped the body’s hair fiercely and tilted its head up. The fear and excitement swirling in its eyes. Salivating at what it is about to taste. Opening its mouth like a filled with mucus. Making Guillermo stare at its eyes and smirk. He thought about what a slut it was. It didn't need to be a courteous affair so he didn't prepare it for what he was about to do. He speared his way all the way to the Adams apple. Once,twice, thrice! Just the heavy groan from it made him grow larger with gusto. Rutting his hips back and forth like he was fucking a cunt. Its hair and forehead getting slick with sweat the gagging sounds being covered up by the other little sluts in the stalls moans along with the club bass. They made eye contact again making a fire blaze in their stomachs to see who gives in first. Both willing to go for long just prove a point. It was cunning though, creating a suction in its mouth making Guillermo lose his grip and go into state of frenzy. He was so close he felt his balls feel the need to breed. He gripped its head again and thrusted at a steady pace, picking up speed. Freezing right by the jugular, the body slumping by the seconds that ticked past. Then completely withdrawing knowing damn well he resuscitating it back to life with a splutter, choke and moan for more. This was it, he roared his climax making it suction all his milt down to the last drop. He loved this knowing damn well his breeding will lead to millions dying on the palate. 

Comments

  1. Addy12:53 pm, July 10, 2022

    Very intense! I love it! ❤️

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  2. Silvestre Firmino7:02 am, July 24, 2022

    This is great, I love how everything that goes on has a meaning towards it. I'm going to read it again and again to understand it well.

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