SausagewithGirth
Stuff I write while stroking my cock
I fully expected that the quarantine would last for at least two more months. Based upon the rules of social distancing, I knew this meant that Top4jock and I would be forced to isolate, without others, for the next few weeks. He would need a substitute for all the pussy he would not able to get. Now that he had popped my ass cherry and turned it into his own personal cock sleeve, I knew I was to be that substitute pussy.
He would have the next several weeks to properly train me. The hard fucking I had just received would seem like a gentle hug once he really started in on me. Since we were locked up alone, he did not need to worry about anyone hearing my screams. He could use me as hard as he wanted. I was there to make him feel good. My feelings did not matter in the slightest.
By the time we would be able to interact with society again, I would be a fully trained fuck slave.
"Seriously, dude, just stop," I yelled at sausagewithgirth as he whined about how hard I was fucking him, and how my foot was hurting. "You can deny it all day, but it is pretty obvious you've wanted my cock for a while."
"Why would you say that?" He asked.
"Dude, I said being in lock down was giving me blue balls, and you expect me to believe the first thing another straight dude would do is offer to take care of me?" I paused to let him answer, but he didn't. "I'll tell you the answer. It would be pretty far down on the list. In fact, even though I'll be fucking you a lot over the next few weeks, I won't be touching your faggot dick. I bet you've been dreaming about the day you'd finally get my cock. How long has it been? A year? Two years?"
His continued silence told me it was even longer than that. I pounded him harder, not stopping until I had flooded his pussy with my cum. I didn't have to tell him to suck my cock clean. I was surprised he got hard while he did it, though.
"I'm going to take a shower. You can go make me something to eat," I instructed him. "And I better not catch you trying to get yourself off. From now on, that only happens when I tell you you can do it."
He looked hurt, but his dick stayed pointing at the ceiling. "Yes, Sir," he said, heading to the kitchen, glad he had decided to stay in our place instead of going home when the college closed.
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