Love is Perverse
Him
An icy blizzard hit the large window of the room as if it were a person seeking shelter from a terrible storm. The blue light from the moon slipped through between the windows and fell on a pile of letters, love letters, which were on the bedside table. About 20 letters or more, all with the same recipient written on them, Zachary Baker.
His light green eyes roamed the room with boredom as a great sigh came between his lush lips. Oh, love... he thought by watching the batch of open letters on the table, some of them had been sent by the most beautiful boys of the city, the others ones, by renowned people of the state. Confessions of love were written with burning passion in most of them, all sent with the intention of conquer the young man's heart. He'd written them to himself, like he did every year in Valentine's day.
Oh, love... what is love?. It should be... like the scent of flowers during the first day of spring, like hot chocolate on a rainy day, like a genuine kiss... like a passionate kiss at a sunset!
Everyone laughed at him. Everyone. People made fun of him behind his back, in his lackluster job they made cruel jokes about his weight or his look. Children created songs about a fat and stupid monster who lived among them when they saw he. But he still believed in love. Even with his overweight, even with the disgusting work that he had, even with the misery meant his life, Valentine's nights like this night made him believe that love was still possible. It will come with spring...
Love... it should to be like a man's rough touch that scratches his lover's skin...
A noise. A scratch from the window.
Zack came out of his stupor and flipped on his side in the small bed to see through the glass marred by cold, putting his head on his hand. There, covering almost all the light of the moon, was the figure of a being with male characteristics.
I should be dreaming ... yes, I'm dreaming and I'll let me bring in this dream, I finally will know love, how it tastes, how it feels, how it is.
He rose quickly, dropping the sheets of the bed and showing his naked body. He was convinced that everything was a dream, because there, crouching in front of his window, was a man who he had waited a long time, was the man he saw walk along the city every day, was...
Love, was love that has come to stay with him.
And when his pale hands touched the pane of glass to open the windows, what he had in front of him was even more unreal, the 'man' was naked and covered in blood, with his feet planted deep in the snow, and his dark brown eyes locked on Zack's green ones.
He slowly opened the window, convinced that nothing was real and feeling the cold breeze touching his chubby cheeks, ignoring the fact that behind the man were the traces of a large animal molded in the snow. The man stood up abruptly and walked through the open window to stop in front of Zack, without taking his eyes off of Zack's body and knocking his chest until Zack's legs touched the bed mattress.
In the light of the moon, Zack could admire completely the strange in front of him, he was tall and average-weight, but still showing some of his muscles. The man had messy and dark hair, his long, thin cheekbones gave him a perfect fit to his face and his eyes ... oh, those dark, vile eyes made Zack tremble with emotion.
'What is your name?' Zack whispered, without really caring about that, since he was love and it was a dream, nothing mattered more than love.
The man narrowed his eyes and just growled in an almost animal way, something like a 'Brian' and then looked down at Zack's body, watching with great lust and macabre avidity and his eyes started to shining with desire. Brian pushed his big chest against Zack's before him could mean something else and Zack collapsed on his back, hitting the mattress and felt a pair of springs stab in his skin, but did not give importance to it or to aggressive Brian's actions. Brian brushed his warm hands through Zack's body, looking for his thighs and ducking his head to connect their lips firmly. Zack opened his mouth to allow the entry of Brian's warm tongue. Their tongues danced gracefully as the bigger man's hands took Zack's underwear and tore them from his way.
Suddenly, Brian broke the kiss and started licking Zack's throat with the thick part of his wet tongue, savoring the salty but delicious taste of his sweat. Brian gripped Zack's hips and sank his teeth right where his Adam's apple was. Brian began raking his fingernails into the soft skin and made long pink lines with small red dots welling up from them. The dark brown that Zack had seen in his eyes at first had become a stranger gold-green, bumping his hips with Zack's roughly, rubbing his erection against Zack's thigh. Guttural sounds came out from his throat every time that he felt a vibration start from his cock to go along all his body, Zack, instead, just let out little moans and gasps of pleasure and pain that ended in whispers as he could not make another sound by pressure exerted by Brian's mouth buried in his throat.
Zack's mind was so confused and murky by the pleasure that didn't realized of that he bit his lower lip pretty hard, making a wound in it and blood welled up from it. Brian's attention went to the bloody wound and he threw his long tongue to lick the blood hungrily. Unable to suppress his animal instincts when he tasted the thick liquid anymore, Brian put his penis at the Zack's entrance and, without even using lube or prepare him, crashed himself inside the green-eyed man, almost growling and screaming with pleasure as he felt the tight muscle against his member. Zack widened his mouth and let whimpers out as the pain went through his spine, feeling tears stinging in the corner of his eyes and, finally, stream down on his cheeks. Brian slided his penis mercilessly in the pukered hole, ignoring the feeling of the goo, which obviously was blood, slip around him.
Zack's pain whimpers lasted until he arched his back sharply as he felt Brian's cock hit his prostate, closing his eyes tightly and pulling his head back in ecstasy. His sphincter tightened when he felt the pleasure travel inside his body and sending Brian to the brink of madness. He brushed his fingers in the beautiful man's messy hair who was above him, noticing how Brian's body was widened and did small convulsions among his wild thrusts.
Zack opened his eyes clumsily when he heard Brian emit roars and grunts screams as his whole body trembled for transformed into a hairy beast and his face took a dog factions or, rather, a wolf factions. His ears were deformed to the point of being over his head, and small like two triangles. His eyes shone like two flashlights, reflecting the moonlight and his mouth with his nose were stretched to take the form of a long snout with teeth like piano keys. His nails became into long claws, buried in the Zack's pale skin and rows of blood began to flow from the deep wounds. The pain, mixed with his high, was so bad that made Zack's bottom part got numb. Even penetrating Zack, Brian or whatever Brian was, screamed, but a scream that became slowly into a terrible howl. Zack pulled the big animal's shaggy hair and exchanged glances with the beast. He felt his warm breath on his face, but it was not repulsive. The beast roared with rage and hunger when it sniffed Zacky's blood flow from his wounds, showing its huge, sharpened teeth and licking them with its red tongue.
His eyes deceived him even in his dreams. No, it was not an animal, it was a man, it was Brian. A perversely beautiful man.
Perversity... yes, Love is Perverse!
His light green eyes roamed the room with boredom as a great sigh came between his lush lips. Oh, love... he thought by watching the batch of open letters on the table, some of them had been sent by the most beautiful boys of the city, the others ones, by renowned people of the state. Confessions of love were written with burning passion in most of them, all sent with the intention of conquer the young man's heart. He'd written them to himself, like he did every year in Valentine's day.
Oh, love... what is love?. It should be... like the scent of flowers during the first day of spring, like hot chocolate on a rainy day, like a genuine kiss... like a passionate kiss at a sunset!
Everyone laughed at him. Everyone. People made fun of him behind his back, in his lackluster job they made cruel jokes about his weight or his look. Children created songs about a fat and stupid monster who lived among them when they saw he. But he still believed in love. Even with his overweight, even with the disgusting work that he had, even with the misery meant his life, Valentine's nights like this night made him believe that love was still possible. It will come with spring...
Love... it should to be like a man's rough touch that scratches his lover's skin...
A noise. A scratch from the window.
Zack came out of his stupor and flipped on his side in the small bed to see through the glass marred by cold, putting his head on his hand. There, covering almost all the light of the moon, was the figure of a being with male characteristics.
I should be dreaming ... yes, I'm dreaming and I'll let me bring in this dream, I finally will know love, how it tastes, how it feels, how it is.
He rose quickly, dropping the sheets of the bed and showing his naked body. He was convinced that everything was a dream, because there, crouching in front of his window, was a man who he had waited a long time, was the man he saw walk along the city every day, was...
Love, was love that has come to stay with him.
And when his pale hands touched the pane of glass to open the windows, what he had in front of him was even more unreal, the 'man' was naked and covered in blood, with his feet planted deep in the snow, and his dark brown eyes locked on Zack's green ones.
He slowly opened the window, convinced that nothing was real and feeling the cold breeze touching his chubby cheeks, ignoring the fact that behind the man were the traces of a large animal molded in the snow. The man stood up abruptly and walked through the open window to stop in front of Zack, without taking his eyes off of Zack's body and knocking his chest until Zack's legs touched the bed mattress.
In the light of the moon, Zack could admire completely the strange in front of him, he was tall and average-weight, but still showing some of his muscles. The man had messy and dark hair, his long, thin cheekbones gave him a perfect fit to his face and his eyes ... oh, those dark, vile eyes made Zack tremble with emotion.
'What is your name?' Zack whispered, without really caring about that, since he was love and it was a dream, nothing mattered more than love.
The man narrowed his eyes and just growled in an almost animal way, something like a 'Brian' and then looked down at Zack's body, watching with great lust and macabre avidity and his eyes started to shining with desire. Brian pushed his big chest against Zack's before him could mean something else and Zack collapsed on his back, hitting the mattress and felt a pair of springs stab in his skin, but did not give importance to it or to aggressive Brian's actions. Brian brushed his warm hands through Zack's body, looking for his thighs and ducking his head to connect their lips firmly. Zack opened his mouth to allow the entry of Brian's warm tongue. Their tongues danced gracefully as the bigger man's hands took Zack's underwear and tore them from his way.
Suddenly, Brian broke the kiss and started licking Zack's throat with the thick part of his wet tongue, savoring the salty but delicious taste of his sweat. Brian gripped Zack's hips and sank his teeth right where his Adam's apple was. Brian began raking his fingernails into the soft skin and made long pink lines with small red dots welling up from them. The dark brown that Zack had seen in his eyes at first had become a stranger gold-green, bumping his hips with Zack's roughly, rubbing his erection against Zack's thigh. Guttural sounds came out from his throat every time that he felt a vibration start from his cock to go along all his body, Zack, instead, just let out little moans and gasps of pleasure and pain that ended in whispers as he could not make another sound by pressure exerted by Brian's mouth buried in his throat.
Zack's mind was so confused and murky by the pleasure that didn't realized of that he bit his lower lip pretty hard, making a wound in it and blood welled up from it. Brian's attention went to the bloody wound and he threw his long tongue to lick the blood hungrily. Unable to suppress his animal instincts when he tasted the thick liquid anymore, Brian put his penis at the Zack's entrance and, without even using lube or prepare him, crashed himself inside the green-eyed man, almost growling and screaming with pleasure as he felt the tight muscle against his member. Zack widened his mouth and let whimpers out as the pain went through his spine, feeling tears stinging in the corner of his eyes and, finally, stream down on his cheeks. Brian slided his penis mercilessly in the pukered hole, ignoring the feeling of the goo, which obviously was blood, slip around him.
Zack's pain whimpers lasted until he arched his back sharply as he felt Brian's cock hit his prostate, closing his eyes tightly and pulling his head back in ecstasy. His sphincter tightened when he felt the pleasure travel inside his body and sending Brian to the brink of madness. He brushed his fingers in the beautiful man's messy hair who was above him, noticing how Brian's body was widened and did small convulsions among his wild thrusts.
Zack opened his eyes clumsily when he heard Brian emit roars and grunts screams as his whole body trembled for transformed into a hairy beast and his face took a dog factions or, rather, a wolf factions. His ears were deformed to the point of being over his head, and small like two triangles. His eyes shone like two flashlights, reflecting the moonlight and his mouth with his nose were stretched to take the form of a long snout with teeth like piano keys. His nails became into long claws, buried in the Zack's pale skin and rows of blood began to flow from the deep wounds. The pain, mixed with his high, was so bad that made Zack's bottom part got numb. Even penetrating Zack, Brian or whatever Brian was, screamed, but a scream that became slowly into a terrible howl. Zack pulled the big animal's shaggy hair and exchanged glances with the beast. He felt his warm breath on his face, but it was not repulsive. The beast roared with rage and hunger when it sniffed Zacky's blood flow from his wounds, showing its huge, sharpened teeth and licking them with its red tongue.
His eyes deceived him even in his dreams. No, it was not an animal, it was a man, it was Brian. A perversely beautiful man.
Perversity... yes, Love is Perverse!
But, fuck me, this was so right!
I'm going to stalk you now. I like your style!
-Johnny3Tears
10/24/12