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It’s Saturday and it’s another morning of waking up alone in bed to my alarm. I thought Jake was the one after three dates, that we were finally going to fuck after a night at the local gay bar Gossip. But it turns out he just likes to date and fuck other people that aren’t me, his date. I look at my phone and just like I expect, no texts from him.
It’s no surprise, he’s probably still balls deep in the other guy he took home instead of me. I go into my contacts, block and delete his number. Head games are never fun and never again after Chase and his fuckboi games.
I, Alonso Martinez, am worth more than a Chase or Jake. More than nights that begin together and end with being alone.
My morning wood is painful though and I reach down and give my seven and a half inch cock a couple tugs while I pinch my nipples. The foreskin slides back from the head as I tug downward and slides back over the head as I tug upward. With a sigh I reach into my bedside table and pull out my 8 inch dildo and lube. I remove the lube’s cap and smear some on the toy and then my enterance, fingering myself deeply.
First one finger, then two twisting and opening up my hole as waves of spiked pain and pleasure course through me. After a minute I position the dildo and the head of it pops in. I gasp and wait for my ass to adjust to the intruding yellow cock shaped plastic. When I finally adjust I slide the rest of the dildo in, nice and slow, moaning as the dildo goes to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I pant and slide the dildo out but not all the way. I slide it back in and electric shoots though my being as I grip my sheets. I repeat this motion of in and out, the pace quickening and my hand gripping onto my throbbing veiny cock. Feverishly, I jerk myself as the dildo slams in and out and the tension builds. My moans vibrate through my studio apartment till I let out a sharp gasp and cum begins to shoot out from the tip of my cock, hitting my chin at first and the less powerful spirts on my chest and abs.
I slump in bed, panting with a minute of creamy cum and sweat glistening on my chest.
The urge to sleep settles in but I have to get out of bed. I have to work at the Donkey Shoe soon.
With a groan I pull my naked self out of bed and make my way to the shower for a quick one, letting the warm water wash over me.
As the water runs over me all I can do is wonder if the right guy is truly out there waiting for me to find him. It seems all I can do is strike out with guys. I haven’t had an actual boyfriend in three years. Since then its been a string of hookups, flakes, and one instance of a guy raping me. It’s the flakes like Chase and Jake that make me wonder if they can see the rape on me. The rape that I haven’t fully gotten over, that still sometimes makes me feel like my body is broken and disgusting after whats his name did that to me. I can’t help but wonder if there’s a label of ‘damaged’ in big red letters on my latino forehead that everyone but me can see. The reason why I haven’t been able to find a guy willing to take after being so violently defiled. Maybe this makes me distant from guys like Jake, making them go after other prospects since I haven’t let a guy fully have me since the rape emotionally and sexually.
I just don’t know.
I turn off the water, dry off, and dress. Briefs, a pair of jeans, and black Pink Floyd shirt overlayed with a green flannel. It’s the typical Bellingham Washington dress code and it’s perfect for waiting at the Donkey Shoe.
Before I head out the door I grab a chocolate chip muffin from WinCo, yum.
It’s not raining today, yet, even though the sky is still that light gray. But that’s typical for the Ham in October. If it was raining it wouldn’t have bothered me much, I just would have had to throw on a rain jacket. Rain jacket, another typical 101 for living in Bellingham. No umbrella since the wind would just rip it out of my hands and into downtown traffic. Umbrellas are always a safety hazard in Bellingham. I make sure to grab my raincoat in case it is raining by the time I’m off from work. More than likely it will be.
The Donkey Shoe is three blocks away, five minutes give or take. I get there twenty minutes before 10, when the diner opens. I knock on the glass door and Stacy, the opener, the owner’s daughter and also one of the waitresses, lets me in.
“Morning, Alonso!” She smiles under her beanie and lets me in. “How did last night go?”
I shrug.
“Well…” She smiles. “The ones still out there, so don’t give up hope! Stay in there!”
“Thanks Stacy,” I say, returning her smile. She doesn’t fully know the details though, she thinks it was a date with a female and not a male. Most people assume this since I never fully tell co-workers how exactly I swing. I’m nervous of a homophobic bastard to ever reveal my sexuality at the workplace. Safety first.
“Yo, that Alonso I hear?” Chris, a cook and Stacy’s bae, shouts from the Kitchen as he preps with Brandon for the Saturday breakfast rush.
“Morning, Chris! Morning, Brandon!” I say back.
“Morning bro!”
“Morning,” Brandon also pipes in.
I hand my raincoat, punch in, and tie my apron on. We open and a steady stream of customers come in that me, Stacy, and Clove usher to seats and help. Delivering Bloody Marys, mimosas, coffees, orange juices, Chicken and Waffles, pancakes, omelets, burgers, and ect. The air grows thick with all the smells from the food and one’s worries can’t help but be washed away by such pleasant odors and the laughs of customers and coworkers.
“Hey, Alonso?” Clove says, interrupting me as I’m pouring coffee into an older man’s mug at the bar.
“Yes?”
She points at a tall thick muscular built latino guy around my age. “Weird thing, I offered to show him to a booth but he wants you to help instead actually.”
“What?” I smirk.
“Yeah,” she grimaces. “So, can you help him”
“Yeah, I just got to run this order to one of my tables.”
Quickly I run some burgers and met him with a menu and napkins wrapped around utensils. He’s good looking, dressed in tight skinny jeans, a blue shirt, and a leather jacket. A strong hypnotic smell of pine and roses rises from around him and I can’t help but avert my eyes for a second and bite my lower lip. I look back and he’s smiling a cute dipple filled smile. My cock stirs some and I try to imagine anything but him standing in front of me. My dead grandma. A burning house. Homework due for one of my classes at Western. Sadly it doesn’t work fully and my pants still feel taunt like a guitar string.
I clear my throat and ask,“Where would you like to sit? At a booth, a table, or the bar?”
He stares at me, smiling and pondering.
“Um,” he finally starts. “I’ll take a bar seat.”
“Cool,” I swallow. “Follow me.”
TO BE CONTINUED…..
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/pc39qi/forbidden_desirespart_1