Phone Sex II
by Thamiris
Phone Sex II
by Thamiris

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"Hi!  Welcome to G.Y.R.O.  The men here at ‘Get Your Rocks Off' provide our discerning brothers with the ultimate in aural stimulation.   First, hon, what's your name?"

"My name?  It's Ioal--Uh, it's Olly.  Olly S."

"Ok, what can I do for you, Olly S?  What'll it be?  Wanna be a pirate and sail the seven seas with Captain Happy, the butchest skipper this side of the Titanic?  Arrr, matey--sit on my lap and I'll tell ye tales of the biggest one I ever caught."

Maybe next time. Look. You have to understand my life. It's boring.  I mean, I help people for a living.  And my...my boss is a saint.  But sometimes I need to feel a little bad...You know-- a little dirty."

"I know exactly what you mean, hon.  That's what I'm here for.  So how bad do you want to be?  Are we talking: 1) you wanna go horseback riding, and he's the pony? 2) you've peed your bed and want daddy to spank you?  3) you've been captured by the  Lithuanian secret police, infamous for their sexual torture? 3) --"

"No, no.  You see, it's like this.  My best friend--he's great, but he's just too damned good.  I'd like to fuck him, but it'll never happen.  And he's got this brother..."

"Don't they all.  And you're hot for the brother?"

"Well, yeah.  A walking bad attitude in tight black leather. You know the type: he has issues.  And I wanna help him work them out, if you know what I mean."

"I bet he's gorgeous, right?"

"Oh yeah!  Pouty, begging-for-my-cock lips; black curls to grab onto when you're thrusting into his mouth; an ass so ripe and juicy it should grown on trees..."

"And let me guess: you just know he has a cock so big and hard it could feed a platoon of horny, hungry soldiers for thirty years?"

"You got it."

"And what's this big stud's name?"

"Are--Harry.  Harry S."

"Harry S.?"

"You know him?"

"Uh, no, no.  Of course not.  Ok. Let me set the scene.  You've just singlehandedly saved an entire village from a terrible, fire-breathing monster.  Your best friend is away--you did this on your own.  And you're feeling good, but a little dirty.  Literally.  Your hair, face, hands--all streaked with soot.  You'd noticed a small creek just outside the town, and you walk there.  Once on the sandy bank, you strip, and wade into the cool water.  The sand squishes under your toes, and you swim lazily, then return to the shore, lying down to absorb the sun's hot rays.  You can feel the heat beating on your nipples, almost like a tongue, and down between your thighs...The warmth is incredibly erotic, and, your eyes closed, you allow that heat to overtake you, imagining Harry's tongue sliding up the shaft of your cock."

"Yeah, that's nice.  The heat, his tongue..."

"Your cock stiffens, and you realize that you're gently thrusting your hips into an imaginary mouth: unbelievably hot, unbelievably wet.  It feels so real that your eyes spring open, and you look down.   You see a big man with his dark head between your thighs, and you see his tongue circling your cock.  It's him."

"Oh, yes."

"You don't know where he came from, how he got there,  but you don't care.  All you care about are his lips, his tongue, as they move deliberately and expertly over your sun-warmed skin.  Then you remember his brother, and you try to sit up.  You don't want to betray your best friend...and the man between your legs senses this.  He knows somehow that you want it, but want to fight it even more, so he grabs your wrists in one hand, and continues his assault on your cock.  You struggle, of course, but he's too strong.  And you love the way he's sucking on your head, flicking the tip of his tongue into the wet slit."

"I want to fight him--"

"But you can't.  He's abandoned your cock to nibble the insides of your thighs, then up your belly,  your rib cage, until he reaches one brown nipple.  It's already stiff in anticipation of his mouth.  He grips it with his teeth, tugging until you moan.  He looks up at you and grins, then runs his tongue over it, soothing the pain--his eyes never leaving yours.  You can feel his huge cock pressing against  your leg, and all you can think is how good it'll taste.  And suddenly it's in your mouth.  He's kneeling over your face, and you grab that granite shaft in both hands, while wrapping your lips around the thick head, lapping at it."

"Ah--it tastes so good...."

"That's right.  Delicious.  And you can feel his cock swelling under your tongue, feel his body tensing as he nears orgasm--when suddenly it's withdrawn--"

"No!"

"And he picks you up.  You throw your arms around his neck--he's so big, and your weight is nothing to him.  He carries you into the water until it's knee-level, then drops you in.  As you try to rise, sputtering, blinking in shock, water streaming off you, he pounces.  His tongue is in your mouth, his hands on your ass, his cock against your belly.  He's so rough that you're almost ready to stop him--almost.  If only it didn't feel so good, the way he's dominating you, because that's what you've wanted all along: to submit to him.  To have him take you so you don't feel responsible, so you can pretend you didn't want, that it's all his fault."

"Yes--make him take me!"

"He picks you up again, and throws you face down in the sand.  From behind you hear the sound of lubricant--you don't know where it came from, and you don't really care--because he's inside you know, pounding into your ass.  He's whispering in your ear while he does it, telling you how tight you are, how hot, and how good it's going to feel when he comes inside you.  You want to grab your aching cock, but you need your hands to keep your face from the sand.  You beg him to jerk you off, and he laughs, fucking you harder.  He feels so big inside you and you're ready to cum because he's your best friend's brother and it feels so bad, so illicit..."

"So hard...so big...Ares..."

"You imagine for a moment that he's the other one--the brother--who's fucking you. What did you say his name was?"

"Uh...His name's...Burke...Yeah, Burke."

"So you're imagining that it's Burke's huge cock inside you, fucking you...That it's his hand reaching around to squeeze your juicy erection--"

"Oh,  god--I'm going to cum..."

"He starts pumping your cock while he pounds inside you--and you're not sure if it's Burke or Ares  or both...It feels to good..."

"Yes..."

"He's cumming inside you.   You can feel that burning semen filling your ass, as your own pours into his hand, and onto the sand--"

"That was incredible.  You're amazing."

"This call will be charged to your MasterCard. Oh--and Iolaus, I'd give your best friend a try.  He might not be as innocent as you think."

"Herc?!"

"Thank you, and please come again."

The End

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