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mellyflori.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Dec. 4th, 2003 10:57 pm)This went up in the journal, so my apologies if you've seen it already. This is what happens when you beg for bunnies and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baisleac answers.
The Big Box o' Porn
Later, much later, the funny part of the story would be that Dominic actually possessed something he had labeled Dom’s Big Box o’ Porn (tm). It was the trademark symbol that gave it extra cheek. Even the double take to make sure he wasn’t on some kind of hidden camera show would be funny to Billy. Later.
Right now none of it is funny. None of it is amusing at all. It’s frankly terrifying.
Billy had first seen the box while helping Dominic move into the new apartment. There had been jokes about it, of course. Jokes about how he needed a big box. And how it was Dom’s as opposed to anyone else’s. And that had been the end of it. At least it had been the end of it until Billy had gone into the bedroom to use Dominic’s computer. Just for a second, he promised, just to check his mail.
The Big Box o’ Porn had been beyond his powers of resistance. It had been sitting open on the bed and as Billy walked by he gave the contents a good long look. Videos, of course, most in plain black cases. Magazines, of course, most covered by the videos. And on top, a black binder.
Billy could almost hear the needle dragging off the record. ‘Hello. What’s this then?’ said the little devil on his right shoulder. Billy waited a good half-second for the voice of the angel on his left shoulder to chime in but heard nothing and dove for the binder.
It was a standard three ring binder. Black. Hefty. Billy had let it fall open in his hand expecting pristine vintage porn or dirty letters from old girlfriends. No, though, not letters, not pictures, not even some elaborate and strange video rating system. Instead, stories. Dozens of pages of text fluttered by until Billy reached out and stopped one dead with his finger. His finger on his name. His name. That was his name. And Dominic’s name.
Flipping madly from one page to another sentences began to leap out at him.
When Dominic is finally inside him, he reaches again for Billy's face, turning him this time for an actual kiss, one that starts off demanding and violent and ends softly, a gift Dominic gives when Billy most needs it.
And
“You fall open,” Billy growls. “You do not fight me.”
Two pages later
In unison: "Laundry room."
And then they fucked on the washing machine.
Towards the back
Dominic loves being fucked by Billy
And then, on a story buried in the middle, an incredibly explicit description of Billy sitting in his favorite armchair and wearing his pajamas. Except, they really were Billy’s pajamas. These were the pajamas that sat in Billy’s drawer and which he wore to bed if there was company in the house.
Yes. Company. Like there had been last week when Dominic had come over with a pile of DVDs and some experimental eating exercises from the new Ethiopian place in the center of town. They had eaten in front of the TV, Dominic stretched out on the couch and Billy, yes, in the armchair.
The name on the story was HairyFootPipFan with a generic address at some large ISP but that didn’t change the fact that Billy had just read a description of himself from last Friday evening that instead of ending with them falling asleep in the middle of A Walk on the Moon now ended with them having passionate and deeply satisfying sex on the living room floor. His living room floor. With his rug.
It also didn’t change the fact that Billy was sweating.
Which brings him to now. Holding the binder, staring at the words, sweating, heart racing, and (contrary to his healthy heterosexual past) with a substantial erection. And, if he’s not mistaken, that was a cough from the doorway. The binder slips from his sweaty palms and falls face-up on the ground, still open to Dom’s story.
“Billy, didn’t your mother teach you not to snoop?”
“Dom – I – It’s just…” and then he’s blushing. And why I am I blushing, it’s not like I’m the one writing porn about my best mate.
“It’s everywhere, Billy. It’s all over the Internet. People write it about us, about Orlando and Vig, about little Elijah and his Sam. There’s even one of me and Sir Ian.” Surprisingly, Billy’s erection hasn’t gone anywhere. “The thing is, people can write anything they want on these groups, and no one has to know who they are. No one has to know what they’re writing.”
Billy’s hands clench and release and he tries to keep his mind on the conversation and not on the ever-increasingly clear visual of Dominic, naked, on top of a washing machine.
“Some people are shocked by the content.” He takes a step closer to Billy. “Are you shocked, Billy?” From Billy there is a nod, and an effort to look more shocked than aroused. “I’m sure you are. You’re shocked by the stories, about how explicit they are. You’re shocked that anyone would be so detailed about the movements of us, together. You’re probably shocked that their descriptions of us are so accurate and so off at the same time. And, if I had to guess by the state of your trousers, you’re shocked that you’re not opposed to any of it.”
Dominic is standing in front of Billy now and with one hand reaches out to cup at Billy’s erection. “Would you like to read more, Billy? There’s one I especially like where I take you up against the side of your car in the rain.” He grinds his hand in circles against Billy’s cock and Billy is without words.
“Would you like that, Billy? Would you like for me to pull you from a car somewhere, drop your trousers to your ankles, and then take you from behind? Would you like to feel me pushing into you, feel me filling you?” Dominic’s arm has come around Billy’s back now for support. A good thing, too as Billy’s knees are close to collapse, the tightness in his cock is controlling everything. And Dominic’s hand is controlling his cock.
“Or maybe you’d prefer if I took your mouth? You’d prefer if I told you to let me feel those lips around me, tasting me with your tongue, letting me come in your throat, you swallowing me down?” Billy’s mouth has fallen open, his eyes fallen closed, and his breath is coming now in deep repeated gasps as Dominic’s hand grows firmer against his cock, tighter in its circles.
The sight of Billy’s tongue wetting his lips is more than Dominic can stand and he bends, taking Billy’s mouth with his own. The feel of Billy’s wet lips against his, the delicious tension of his mouth sends a growl that starts in Dominic’s groin and ends in Billy’s mouth, as it should.
“I’m going to make you come now, Billy. And then, when you are able again, we are going to read through that binder and you are going to find a suitable way to repay me.” With that his lips are on Billy’s again, his teasing little tongue is licking, and his hand has curled into a not-at-all-gentle squeeze as he strokes.
When Billy comes, as he does within seconds of Dominic’s kiss, it is silent, but his entire body is wracked with shudders and but for Dominic’s arm he’d fall to the floor. His own arms come around Dominic’s neck and his mouth continues the kiss until long after the orgasm has passed. They kiss until Billy’s legs function again. They kiss until Billy remembers the binder.
Pushing away he asks, “When were you going to tell me?”
Dominic shrugs, “Maybe next week, when the new washing machine gets delivered.”
baisleac answers.The Big Box o' Porn
Later, much later, the funny part of the story would be that Dominic actually possessed something he had labeled Dom’s Big Box o’ Porn (tm). It was the trademark symbol that gave it extra cheek. Even the double take to make sure he wasn’t on some kind of hidden camera show would be funny to Billy. Later.
Right now none of it is funny. None of it is amusing at all. It’s frankly terrifying.
Billy had first seen the box while helping Dominic move into the new apartment. There had been jokes about it, of course. Jokes about how he needed a big box. And how it was Dom’s as opposed to anyone else’s. And that had been the end of it. At least it had been the end of it until Billy had gone into the bedroom to use Dominic’s computer. Just for a second, he promised, just to check his mail.
The Big Box o’ Porn had been beyond his powers of resistance. It had been sitting open on the bed and as Billy walked by he gave the contents a good long look. Videos, of course, most in plain black cases. Magazines, of course, most covered by the videos. And on top, a black binder.
Billy could almost hear the needle dragging off the record. ‘Hello. What’s this then?’ said the little devil on his right shoulder. Billy waited a good half-second for the voice of the angel on his left shoulder to chime in but heard nothing and dove for the binder.
It was a standard three ring binder. Black. Hefty. Billy had let it fall open in his hand expecting pristine vintage porn or dirty letters from old girlfriends. No, though, not letters, not pictures, not even some elaborate and strange video rating system. Instead, stories. Dozens of pages of text fluttered by until Billy reached out and stopped one dead with his finger. His finger on his name. His name. That was his name. And Dominic’s name.
Flipping madly from one page to another sentences began to leap out at him.
When Dominic is finally inside him, he reaches again for Billy's face, turning him this time for an actual kiss, one that starts off demanding and violent and ends softly, a gift Dominic gives when Billy most needs it.
And
“You fall open,” Billy growls. “You do not fight me.”
Two pages later
In unison: "Laundry room."
And then they fucked on the washing machine.
Towards the back
Dominic loves being fucked by Billy
And then, on a story buried in the middle, an incredibly explicit description of Billy sitting in his favorite armchair and wearing his pajamas. Except, they really were Billy’s pajamas. These were the pajamas that sat in Billy’s drawer and which he wore to bed if there was company in the house.
Yes. Company. Like there had been last week when Dominic had come over with a pile of DVDs and some experimental eating exercises from the new Ethiopian place in the center of town. They had eaten in front of the TV, Dominic stretched out on the couch and Billy, yes, in the armchair.
The name on the story was HairyFootPipFan with a generic address at some large ISP but that didn’t change the fact that Billy had just read a description of himself from last Friday evening that instead of ending with them falling asleep in the middle of A Walk on the Moon now ended with them having passionate and deeply satisfying sex on the living room floor. His living room floor. With his rug.
It also didn’t change the fact that Billy was sweating.
Which brings him to now. Holding the binder, staring at the words, sweating, heart racing, and (contrary to his healthy heterosexual past) with a substantial erection. And, if he’s not mistaken, that was a cough from the doorway. The binder slips from his sweaty palms and falls face-up on the ground, still open to Dom’s story.
“Billy, didn’t your mother teach you not to snoop?”
“Dom – I – It’s just…” and then he’s blushing. And why I am I blushing, it’s not like I’m the one writing porn about my best mate.
“It’s everywhere, Billy. It’s all over the Internet. People write it about us, about Orlando and Vig, about little Elijah and his Sam. There’s even one of me and Sir Ian.” Surprisingly, Billy’s erection hasn’t gone anywhere. “The thing is, people can write anything they want on these groups, and no one has to know who they are. No one has to know what they’re writing.”
Billy’s hands clench and release and he tries to keep his mind on the conversation and not on the ever-increasingly clear visual of Dominic, naked, on top of a washing machine.
“Some people are shocked by the content.” He takes a step closer to Billy. “Are you shocked, Billy?” From Billy there is a nod, and an effort to look more shocked than aroused. “I’m sure you are. You’re shocked by the stories, about how explicit they are. You’re shocked that anyone would be so detailed about the movements of us, together. You’re probably shocked that their descriptions of us are so accurate and so off at the same time. And, if I had to guess by the state of your trousers, you’re shocked that you’re not opposed to any of it.”
Dominic is standing in front of Billy now and with one hand reaches out to cup at Billy’s erection. “Would you like to read more, Billy? There’s one I especially like where I take you up against the side of your car in the rain.” He grinds his hand in circles against Billy’s cock and Billy is without words.
“Would you like that, Billy? Would you like for me to pull you from a car somewhere, drop your trousers to your ankles, and then take you from behind? Would you like to feel me pushing into you, feel me filling you?” Dominic’s arm has come around Billy’s back now for support. A good thing, too as Billy’s knees are close to collapse, the tightness in his cock is controlling everything. And Dominic’s hand is controlling his cock.
“Or maybe you’d prefer if I took your mouth? You’d prefer if I told you to let me feel those lips around me, tasting me with your tongue, letting me come in your throat, you swallowing me down?” Billy’s mouth has fallen open, his eyes fallen closed, and his breath is coming now in deep repeated gasps as Dominic’s hand grows firmer against his cock, tighter in its circles.
The sight of Billy’s tongue wetting his lips is more than Dominic can stand and he bends, taking Billy’s mouth with his own. The feel of Billy’s wet lips against his, the delicious tension of his mouth sends a growl that starts in Dominic’s groin and ends in Billy’s mouth, as it should.
“I’m going to make you come now, Billy. And then, when you are able again, we are going to read through that binder and you are going to find a suitable way to repay me.” With that his lips are on Billy’s again, his teasing little tongue is licking, and his hand has curled into a not-at-all-gentle squeeze as he strokes.
When Billy comes, as he does within seconds of Dominic’s kiss, it is silent, but his entire body is wracked with shudders and but for Dominic’s arm he’d fall to the floor. His own arms come around Dominic’s neck and his mouth continues the kiss until long after the orgasm has passed. They kiss until Billy’s legs function again. They kiss until Billy remembers the binder.
Pushing away he asks, “When were you going to tell me?”
Dominic shrugs, “Maybe next week, when the new washing machine gets delivered.”
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