16 July 2012

Day Of Porn: Carnal Desires

Here is my contribution to Day of Porn.  This is 5K long and possibly the most pervy thing I have ever written. You have thus been warned.  Also, it seems it wants to be a series (as it insisted on a series name), so there'll probably be more pervy fics in the future.

Carnal Desires

It was warm and sunny outside; the perfect summer day. It didn't feel so perfect to Tom at the moment though, as he stopped and looked out over the magnificent landscape underneath him.

Why had he agreed to go on a bloody camping trip with his friend? On a bloody mountain? He should've stayed back home in the city, where he could go out partying and fucking as much as he wanted.

Having to spend a week in a cabin on a mountain with his friends had sounded fun when they'd proposed it. Now, after only three days, Tom was going out of his mind. There was nobody he could hook up with in his circle of friends; those that weren't straight were either girls or taken. Or not his type. For being such a slut, Tom could be quite picky.

Tom blew out a frustrated breath, then he lay down and stretched his body out over the soft grass covering the mountainside. The sun shone down on him, warming him through his thin white tank-top and army shorts. 

Tom had walked far, he was at least twenty minutes from the cabin. Seeing as he couldn't get laid all the way up on a mountainside, he was damn well going to take his right hand in use. The left one too.

He inched his hand down his chest and over his stomach until he got to the hem of his shirts. He undid the top button, then inched his hand under it. His cock was flaccid, but it stirred as Tom started rubbing his palm over his tight boxer shorts.

He was so damn horny! It had been over a week since the last time he'd gotten laid, and it would still be over a week until he could. He was a healthy young man; he needed to get laid. He needed to come.

When rubbing his cock over his boxers didn't work, Tom pushed both shorts and boxers down over his hips so that his cock bobbed free. He wrapped his right hand around it, stroking it slowly until it was fully erect.

Tom closed his eyes, imagining some guy's mouth on his cock. His hand just wasn't enough, but maybe if he imagined that last guy he'd fucked. He'd been great at giving head. Imagining wasn't the same as actually having a mouth surrounding his cock though, or like having another warm, hard body against himself. Tom had never liked using only his hand for release.

A prickly feeling overcame Tom and he opened his eyes. He lifted his head up off the ground to look around, but could see only trees, mountain and the sky. Still, it felt like he was being watched. And for some reason, that had his cock's interest. It started to leak pre-come and Tom stroked faster, all the while wondering which one of his friends had followed him and were now peeping in on him masturbating. If said friend was even willing to fuck, then maybe Tom would actually let it happen, even if it was a friend.

Tom pushed his tank up to expose his stomach and chest, then closed his eyes as he imagined thrusting into a tight, warm hole. He fingered his nipples while his hips thrust up into his hand. His breath came out in small huffs as he lost himself to the sensations.

The pre-come slicked his hand, making the thrusting go smoother. He braced his feet against the grass and ground up, hard and fast. He pinched his nipples, loving the sensation of pleasure mixed with a tiny dose of pain. He was panting loudly by now and his balls were tightening.

Tom cried out as he shot his load over his hand and stomach. He continued to buck his hips up, milking himself until he was dry. When he was done, he stretched his feet out and lazily used his index finger to spread his come over his stomach.

The sun seemed to burn against his skin and Tom kept his eyes closed as he enjoyed the afterglow of orgasm.

When a shadow fell over him, Tom kept his eyes closed. "Enjoy the show?" he asked with a smile, wondering which one of his friends had been peeping on him pleasuring himself.

No answer came, but Tom sensed that the person crouched down. He smiled wider as a big, warm hand circled his flaccid cock. Whoever it was stroked him slowly back up to alertness and Tom couldn't hold in his moans. His cock was already spent from having one orgasm, and now someone was touching him, stroking him back to alertness again. And what a nice, big, warm hand it was too—it felt so great against his cock Tom just stretched out and enjoyed the slow hand job.

Tom was pretty sure this wasn't one of the girls. For one, they knew he was the gayest man around; second, their hands were tiny and petite. This was a big hand, a man's hand. Tom wondered which of his guy friends it could be, but he didn't exactly have a habit of studying hands. It could be any one of them.

The person bent away, letting the sun down on Tom's face again and he squeezed his eyes further together against the burn. A cry escaped him next when suddenly instead of a hand, a mouth wrapped around his cock.

His friends wouldn't be against giving him a hand-job, for real or as a joke, but he had never expected one of them to actually want to suck his dick. Except that was exactly what was happening. And what a mouth he had!

Tom bucked his hips up, wanting more of his cock inside that warm heat, wanted that expert tongue over more of his hard dick. He wanted that heat on him, surrounding him, until he shot into the guy's throat. Then after they could fuck; whichever way the other dude preferred. Fuck or be fucked, Tom wasn't picky.

His shorts were pulled further down his thighs and his calves, then pulled off him completely. Another big, strong hand came up to tug at Tom's tank, and Tom willingly lifted his arm so that the man could get the piece of cloth off of him. Tom was completely naked in the grass now and it tickled him in certain private places.

The hand that had previously been wrapped around his cock, which was now replaced by that hot mouth, cupped and squeezed Tom's balls, then moved down the crack of his ass to rub over his puckered hole.

"Ah, yeah," Tom panted, arching his back a little as that touch sent flashed of lust through him. "Yeah, please, fuck me, please!" He was a shameless slut, that was for sure, but it felt so good. Tom didn't even know who the mystery friend was yet, it could be any of the four guys he'd accompanied on the trip. Being straight had never stopped guys from fucking before, and Tom was certainly a willing hole. Except this someone was also sucking on his dick ... That didn't quite fit with any of his friends, but Tom went with it. It felt too good not to.

A finger pressed into him and Tom bucked his hips up violently at the sudden intrusion. A big hand settled over his abdomen, right over his cock, and pushed him back down to the ground. The finger sunk in slowly, stretching Tom open.

Tom pressed his palms to his eyes as he rocked his hips with the rhythm of that finger and that mouth still sucking his cock. If he'd known that whoever it was was so good at sucking dick, Tom would've seduced him ages ago; even if it was a friend. Tom had always been adamant about not mixing friendship and pleasure, but for this mouth he would certainly do an exception.

His cock was leaking pre-come again already and that expert mouth sucked it up like it was his favorite taste. Maybe it was? Maybe one of his so-called straight friend, liked sucking dick in secret?

"Fuck me," Tom begged again, his voice sounding as horny and needy as his body felt. "Please fuck me."

Two fingers covered his lips and Tom sucked them into his mouth, coating them with his saliva. They retracted, as did the finger in his ass. He made a choked sound of need, only to have that one finger replaced by the two he'd just been sucking on. "Ah, yeah!" he cried as the two fingers pumped into him. "Yeah, just like that ..." He made a mewling sound as the fingers rubbed his prostate.

The mouth left his cock with a loud popping sound at the same time as the fingers left his ass. Tom bit his lip, waiting for a hard cock to be the next thing in his ass, only to realize that the person standing up. "What the—" Tom opened his eyes in outrage. "You cannot tease like that and just walk aw—!" His eyes widened, it felt like they almost bugged out of their sockets, at the sight above him.

The man was shielding the sun again, and it shone around him like a halo. But that didn't stop Tom from seeing him perfectly in the bright summer light. And what a sight he was!

His hair was long and straight and white. It was tied in his back, but the long strands rested over his shoulder and they reached down to his waist. His eyes ... they were almond shaped, looking almost Asian, except somehow they did not. They were a clear blue, with white dots scattered on the edges. There was no black pupil as far as Tom could see. His skin was pale and smooth, the lines of his face angular and masculine and so handsome.

I'm dreaming, Tom thought to himself as his eyes travelled down to take in pale, wide shoulders, a hairless flat chest, and an erect cock standing at high alert. I'm so fucking dreaming. This was no human, it couldn't be with eyes like that. The paleness of that skin was also unnatural, and the cock pointing heavenwards had a faint blue tinge to it, instead of Tom's pink.

The man reached out a hand to Tom. "Komd þú hérna." His voice was low and deep and resonating, and it made Tom's body tremble in desire. Tom didn't understand what the strange man had said, but the hand reaching towards him was translation enough.

It's a dream. Nothing bad can happen to me. Tom bit his lip, but his cock and his ass ached and he desperately needed that big, hard dick inside of him. So Tom took the man's hand and let the man pull him up on his feet.

The man smiled, showing off straight, white teeth. Somehow, with everything else that wasn't human with him, Tom had expected them to perhaps be pointed or something other inhumanly, but they looked just like normal teeth.

Tom wasn't led very far, only to the rock face of the mountain which went almost straight up from where they stood. It was impossible to climb up it, the rock was too smooth, with nothing to hold onto.

As they neared, Tom's eyes widened. It seemed like the whole rock face split apart right in front of his eyes, making room for a cave that hadn't been there seconds before. The rock made crackling sounds and Tom found himself afraid that the whole wall would just fall apart.

It didn't. Instead the cave stood there, the darkness alluring Tom in a very strange way. And the strange man accompanying him led him towards it. Tom took a deep breath, looked down at his bouncing cock, then at the tight ass in front of him. He let the man lead him inside, wondering if he would regret this, but right now his need for a good fuck was bigger than his need for anything else.

He felt panic start to rise though when the mountain started closing behind him. He turned a frightened look over his shoulder, but the man kept a tight hold of his hand and led Tom further into the darkness. Tom couldn't see a thing, he could only feel the cold rock under his bare feet and the hand tightly gripping his.

Then suddenly they erupted into another cave, this one a lot bigger and lit all over with torches. Sounds reached Tom's ears, sounds he knew well, and he looked down from the walls of the cave to take in the scene, or rather scenes, in front of him.

Men and woman were scattered around in the cave, some in pairs, some in more-somes. All were naked and having sex. There were men on men, which made Tom all but drool. There were men on woman which wasn't really his kind of thing, but as long as he looked at the men he would be alright. There were women on women too, which made Tom grimace slightly. Women were really not his thing, never had been.

But the sounds of sex, of flesh thrusting together, of panting and moans and cries, it all got to him. His cock seemed to react to it all as it started dripping pre-come again.

It didn't matter that most of these people seemed to be strange like the man he was accompanying. Not strange like him, they all seemed to be quite different, but the shape of the eyes were all the same. Tom could see a few humans scattered about though, and it calmed the few nerves he still had left.

The strange, blond man had been looking at Tom while Tom had been scanning the cave. Now he smiled and pulled on Tom's hand, leading him down a slight slope to the ground of the cave. Blankets was scattered around on the floor, most of them in use. Or Tom supposed it was blankets, he wasn't sure what these strange people would call it. They seemed to have been made from real animal hide though. They seemed really soft. Tom really wanted to get on his hands and knees on one of them.

But his man didn't lead him to one of the so-called blankets ... he lead him over to what looked to be a small crater filled with water. Tom frowned. He couldn't see his mirror image, so either the water was really dirty, or it was too dark in the cave. Probably to dark, as it was only lit by torches, but still. Did the man want him to wash himself before they could enjoy themselves? Hadn't the man enjoyed him plenty already? Why this?

"Get in."

A female voice startled Tom and he looked to his side to find a woman, who was on her hands and knees on one of the hides, being fucked from behind. "What?" he asked, blinking in surprise at hearing someone actually speak Norwegian to him.

"Just take a dip in it. It's like their lubricant. Orlin won't fuck you unless you get in." She arched her head back and groaned as the man fucking her did a particularly hard thrust.

Orlin? Tom blinked again, then did as told and stepped into the pool. So that was his guy's name? The pool wasn't very deep, only reached to about his waist, and it sure wasn't water. It wasn't lube either, like the woman had said, but it did feel a little oily.

Tom hurriedly got out of it and Orlin took his hand again, and this time he did lead Tom over to one of those blankets or hides, or whatever to call it. Blankets somehow felt a bit to modern, while these people didn't feel very modern at all.

Orlin pushed against Tom's shoulder slightly and Tom hurriedly lowered himself down. The hide was soft, his knees and arms seemed to sink into it and the cold, hard surface of the rocks underneath couldn't be felt at all.

Hands kneaded his ass-cheeks, spreading them open and Tom let reason go as that cock he'd been wanting pressed against his hole. Tom rocked his hips back and the head of Orlin's dick successfully pushed into him. Oh yes, now we're talking!

Orlin gripped Tom's hips tightly as he started thrusting hard and fast. Tom moaned loudly at the rough treatment, loving to finally feel what he'd been craving all day; even more so after actually getting a look at Orlin earlier and seeing his magnificent cock standing at alert, even then ready to fuck Tom senseless. His dick was long and wide and it stretched Tom open and fucked him in an entirely good way. It hadn't even burned going in.

Tom glanced around with half-lidded eyes, seeing every single other person in the cave enjoying themselves with one or more partners. Nobody seemed to care they were in a cave, with a decidedly not-quite-human species, having sex amongst many other people. Everyone seemed to busy focusing on their own pleasures to care about anything else.

Tom bent his head as Orlin increased his thrust. He was panting heavily and his still erect cock was bouncing from the impact of their flesh hitting together every time Orlin thrust in. His big hands kept a firm hold of Tom's hips and the fact that he was covered in the slicky, oily stuff didn't seem to phase him at all. But if it was their lubrication, he was probably used to it.

Tom didn't much care that he was sticky all over either. All that mattered was that big cock staying inside him, rubbing against his prostate. Tom wanted to see stars; he was pretty sure he would be seeing stars before this session was over.

Another, oily big hand touched Tom's cheek, and Tom startled. He looked up, only to find himself facing another nice, big, erect cock. It was darker than Orlin's had been, but the colors was still not the normal one like Tom's own. It seemed to match Orlin's in that where Tom's cock took on a decidedly pink color when it was erect, this one took on a shade darker than the rest of the skin.

It doesn't matter. The cock was there, right in front of him, making Tom's mouth all but drool. Surely he could use that saliva for something. Tom dived forward, taking the big dick into his mouth. A groan could be heard from above him and he flicked his eyes upwards to see one long, flat stomach and torso and wild, brown hair falling in tiny braids over the man's shoulders. His eyes were brown and spotted with black. He was just as handsome as Orlin, but in an entirely different way. Orlin looked sleek and sophisticated, this one looked like a wild animal.

Tom closed his eyes and took the man's cock further in, sucking and licking greedily on it as Orlin kept up his thrusts into Tom's body. Tom felt flushed and heated and he wanted to touch his own cock, but he needed to keep himself braced or else Orlin would knock him off his balance.

The new man started thrusting his own cock into Tom's mouth, in time with Orlin's. Tom rolled with it and relaxed his jaw, letting the man fuck his mouth while Orlin fucked his ass. Tom sure didn't mind being double-fucked. The only problem with not being able to suck was that saliva collected and started dribbling from the cock and Tom's lips. Not that it was a problem, per say, in fact it felt quite erotic.

When Tom thought he might just come without touching his cock at all, Orlin pulled out of him. "Adin," he said in that deep voice of his.

Tom wanted to ask what the hell he was doing, but his mouth was full of another cock ... only to find that one pulling out as well. "No, what are you—" he protested, only to suddenly find Orlin's pale cock in front of him.

Tom licked his lips as Orlin settled on the floor, his cock standing at attention and all but begging to be sucked. It dripped pre-come and Tom licked his lips again. He needed to taste it. But before he could, another cock—Adin's—was thrust into him from behind hard and he found himself sprawled over Orlin's lap.

It all worked out though, and Tom kept his upper body lowered over Orlin's thighs as he grabbed a hold of his cock and stroked. He looked up at Orlin and found those pale eyes staring down at him intently. Tom opened his lips and sucked the head of Orlin's cock inside. He let the tip of his tongue tease the underside of the cockhead and he was rewarded by a low groan coming from Orlin's throat.

Tom started moving his hips in time with Adin's thrusts while at the same time he kept up a nice and good sucking on Orlin's dick.

A prickling feeling alerted him to the fact that he was being watched. It felt just like it had back in the woods. Tom flicked his eyes up, but Orlin had his head tilted back. It wasn't Orlin earlier?

Tom pulled away from Orlin's cock and instead wrapped his hand around it, stroking it in the same rhythm he'd just been sucking. Tom looked first to one side, but no one there was paying him any attention. When he turned his head to the other side, he met a pair of almost black eyes, dotted with green.

The other man was on his hands and knees a couple of hides away from Tom. Another man was thrusting into him from behind, and though his eyes were kind of glazed from pleasure, they were fully focused on Tom.

This man looked younger than both Orlin and Adin. His skin was tanned just as Adin's, but where Adin's hair was braided, this man's dark hair hung loose over his shoulder in a wild tangle. A nice-sized erect cock hung between his legs, bouncing in time with the thrusts from the bigger man pounding into him.

The man licked his lips, and it drew Tom in like nothing else. Had this one been out in the woods and watched Tom masturbate? Tom had only assumed it was Orlin, as he'd been the one to actually approach Tom. But the intensity of that gaze felt just like back in the woods.

A particularly hard thrust that rubbed his prostate head on had Tom's head back in Orlin's lap as he moaned loudly. Orlin's cock pressed against his cheek and Tom turned his head to suck his way up it until he caught the head and dove down.

Orlin groaned again, his hips bucking up, nearly choking Tom. Tom didn't mind though. He liked having his mouth filled with dick. He also liked his ass filled with it, and Adin was filling him up expertly.

Tom felt his orgasm rise, once again without even touching his own dick. But that didn't matter, because the current situation was so good. Adin was fucking him with quick, hard thrusts and Orlin's cock fit so nicely in his mouth.

Tom's breathing sped up and he was just ... getting ... there ... and then Adin pulled out, leaving Tom's ass feeling quite empty. Tom pulled off Orlin's cock, ready to turn a glare back at Adin, except he didn't get so far because Orlin caught his chin in his hands.

Tom looked into those blue eyes, mesmerized by the strange design and colors of them. Orlin smiled, then tilted Tom's head to the side. Tom's eyes fell on the man from earlier, the one who'd been looking at him. He wasn't on his hands and knees anymore. No, he was standing against the cave wall, eyes big and locked on Tom. His cock jutted up, hard and leaking.

When he caught Tom's gaze, he licked his lips before turning around. He reached down with his hands to part his ass-cheeks, showing off his pink, puckered hole. Tom felt like drooling.

"Rahn," Orlin whispered against his ear. Tom supposed it was the young man's name. He couldn't fathom what else that simple word could be.

Orlin pushed Tom off his lap and Tom stumbled to his feet. His knees ached from being in the same position for too long, he was still sticky from the dip he'd had in the pool, and his ass felt raw from all the fucking. His dick was ready though, it was aching for what was being presented to him.

Tom surged forward and plastered himself to the tanned back of Rahn. He aligned his cock, and knowing that Rahn had just been fucked good by another one of these strange people, Tom thrust into him without any sort of foreplay.

Rahn's ass was tight around his cock, it squeezed and sucked him in. Tom rested his forehead on Rahn's shoulder as he thrust hard inside him. Rahn was moaning from where he had his cheek pressed up against the cave wall and it was the sweetest sound Tom had ever heard.

Tom felt a presence behind him, but his brain didn't manage to think much over it before a nice, big, hard dick thrust into him. "Oh fuck!" Tom yelled out at the sudden double sensation of an ass around his cock and another dick in his own ass.

Tom didn't know who was behind him, who was fucking him now; all he knew was that it felt good, and that Rahn was in front of him and that he was fucking him so hard and so good.

Rahn's ass clenched and unclenched around him, and the big dick in his ass rubbed his prostate continuously.  Tom came with a loud shout, emptying himself inside Rahn's tight hole.

Tom felt his head spin. His cock was still hard, even after his orgasm, and he simply couldn't stop fucking Rahn. And the person behind him never faltered in his speed, and Tom felt raw all over ...

He was barely aware of suddenly being pushed to the floor, of more of these strange men approaching. Rahn sat down atop him, riding Tom's cock. His won dick bounced with his moves and Tom reached out to wrap his fingers around it, stroking it.

His vision was swimming though, and when someone pushed his thighs up and apart and entered him in one hard shove, he cried out ... and then everything turned black.

...

Tom sat up with a start, his chest heaving for breath. He looked around in a panic, only to find himself lying sprawled on the grass outside in free air. The sun was quite a bit lower in the sky now, it was starting to darken around him, and the light breeze now felt chilly against his clammy skin.

A dream, he thought, rubbing a hand over his face. He grimaces as it stuck to his cheek and he looked at it in distaste. He had expected to see his own dried semen, but what met him was an oily substance.

Tom blinked and looked down at himself. He was naked, and the lower part of his body was just as sticky as his hand. His dick was soft, but spent, and now that he'd become more aware, he could feel his ass throbbing.

What the fuck? He looked around, but no prickling sensation came to him. No one was watching him. At least not that he could feel.

Tom pushed himself up, but found that his feet were kind of wobbly and he had to sit down again. His clothes lay discarded at his side and Tom grabbed his boxers. He got his feet into them, but he had to flop back down on his back to get them up his thighs.

Tom felt with his index finger around his hole and found it tender. What the hell? He pressed the finger in and was met with sticky wetness. Someone had come inside him! Maybe more than one.

Condoms! It was the first thing that sprang to Tom's mind. But what the hell? It had to have been a dream. Those kinds of people couldn't exist; not with those eyes or the unnatural colors to their skin and hair. It was impossible.

Tom pulled his boxers all the way up and grabbed his shorts next. When they were fastened, he pulled his tank over his head. His mind worked frantically and he finally managed to push himself up on his feet.

He looked down at the grass ahead of him. Footprints. He followed them the exact same way he had walked in the dream, and he came to the cliff. The cliff was solid though, no cave in sight.

A twig broke to his side and Tom whipped his head around. His eyes widened as he met black eyes dotted with green. Wild, unruly hair hung down the young man's back and over his shoulders, and he was completely in the nude. Tom's eyes instantly navigated to his dick, which was soft now, but Tom clearly remembered how it looked erect.

Rahn flashed him a smile, showing off straight, white teeth, then he turned on his heel and disappeared into the forest.

Tom couldn't believe it. He could hardly believe having been able to dream such things, but to see Rahn now, when he was most certainly awake ... or was he? Tom pinched himself hard in the arm only to find it hurt like a bitch.

Tom flopped down on the ground, dumbfounded. It was real. All the sex he'd dreamt of—it had actually happened. With these strange-looking people. And the weirdest thing of all; Tom wanted it to happen again.

4 comments:

  1. that was very, very hot, definite hit a whole bunch of my kinks there and it was really interesting too. Where did you come up with the idea for the eyes?

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    1. Thanks, I'm so happy you liked it ^_^

      Ahh, the eyes ... it kind of just came to me. It has something to do with the elements and the earth and stuff ^_~ Hopefully I'll write more, and hopefully it will dive more into these strange people ^_~

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  2. Mm, you do pervy well! This was really hot *__*

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    1. Thanks ^^;; So glad you liked it ^_^

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