three snippets
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sparklebutchTitle: To Gideon, With Love
Summary: Three snippets about bibles
Warning: Man on man hot porn. Also blasphemy.
Prompted when people found out on wiki that Gideon bibles are apparently left in all sorts of strange places.
Sees bible; mocks. Public toilet.
He throws his head back, panting. Anonymous dirty sex in the public lavatory, nothing better than that; this isn't even a one night stand, just an hour or less of a quick dance that leads to the stall. Mouth around his cock, expertise and enthusiasm that borders on hunger when the other man swallows it down. Hands splayed on his thighs, holding him in place when he just wants to thrust. He wants it so bad.
He opens his eyes and sees the most bizarre, surreal item to be found in a restroom - a Gideon bible. It distracts him for a moment. Holy words, he thinks, witnessing such sinful moments. It's amusing, and it's hot. Like God himself is watching him getting his cock sucked by a virtual stranger. All of those virtues he was taught as a child, all the teachings, faith and religion and the Truth in the Words, they are all lost in a haze of passion that carries him over the edge and into this heavenly, heathen, warm mouth.
Sees bible; repents. Schools/Universities
Frantic hand down his pants, another man's cock in his mouth, he hollows out his cheeks, letting his tongue slide around the hot flesh. He needs this, and he hates himself for it. The taste is good, the deep male moans above his head are satisfying, and something about this pose, kneeling down, a hand on the back of his neck, fits with how he feels about himself. He thought college would be different. He thought he could fight his urges here. Still he finds himself on his knees again, servicing. Still he craves the salty taste on his tongue.
Near him on a night table there is a book. A leather bound book that glares at him, that mocks him, that promises him eternal damnation. His chest contracts, his stomach clenches, but still his hand won't stop, his tongue won't heed. He comes, throat working around the cock in his mouth, and he glances at the book again, gilded letters accusing him. He turns his face away, and hot come, signifying everything that is wrong with him, lands on his face, drips on his hair.
Sees bible; marries ("sanctify union"). Hotel Room
The sheets aren't as soft as they should be, but that's what you get for choosing a low-rate motel for your cheap and quick encounter. Adds to the charm, he thinks. If they wanted soft expensive cotton sheets, they could've stayed home. This serves the fantasy just as well. Who cares if the pillow under him isn't silk, if the man he loves curls on top, sliding deep into him, nipping gently on his neck. Old couples sometimes need this sort of thing. To recapture lost youth, to gallop about fulfilling porn-flick daydreams. An afternoon quickie in a motel. He moans, pushing back. This is one thing that never gets old, this feeling inside him, the heat of flesh on flesh, flesh in flesh. The need that builds up with each thrust, each moan of his lover, each touch of hands and cock - until it all splashes in one great wave of release and he spurts on the pillow and is just. So. Blissed.
His lover rests on top of him, kissing the tip of his ear. He turns his head, groaning when muscles in his back protest, and sees a book. A bible, a holy book, carrying so many meanings within.
"Will you marry me?" he says.
The only reply is a puzzled, drowsy, "Hm?"
He grins, reaches to grab the book. "We can use this to sanctify our union. We don't need anything more. Just us two and God."
His lover sits up astride his thighs.
"Are you serious?" He asks quietly.
"Yes." He tries to turn over.
"In that case," the heavy weight on him disappears and he rolls onto his back only to have the man he loves return to sit astride him, lean in and kiss him deeply. "In that case, Yes. I will marry you."
For an afternoon quickie, this turned out to be quite eventful. Not that he regrets a single moment.
[end]
Summary: Three snippets about bibles
Warning: Man on man hot porn. Also blasphemy.
Prompted when people found out on wiki that Gideon bibles are apparently left in all sorts of strange places.
Sees bible; mocks. Public toilet.
He throws his head back, panting. Anonymous dirty sex in the public lavatory, nothing better than that; this isn't even a one night stand, just an hour or less of a quick dance that leads to the stall. Mouth around his cock, expertise and enthusiasm that borders on hunger when the other man swallows it down. Hands splayed on his thighs, holding him in place when he just wants to thrust. He wants it so bad.
He opens his eyes and sees the most bizarre, surreal item to be found in a restroom - a Gideon bible. It distracts him for a moment. Holy words, he thinks, witnessing such sinful moments. It's amusing, and it's hot. Like God himself is watching him getting his cock sucked by a virtual stranger. All of those virtues he was taught as a child, all the teachings, faith and religion and the Truth in the Words, they are all lost in a haze of passion that carries him over the edge and into this heavenly, heathen, warm mouth.
Sees bible; repents. Schools/Universities
Frantic hand down his pants, another man's cock in his mouth, he hollows out his cheeks, letting his tongue slide around the hot flesh. He needs this, and he hates himself for it. The taste is good, the deep male moans above his head are satisfying, and something about this pose, kneeling down, a hand on the back of his neck, fits with how he feels about himself. He thought college would be different. He thought he could fight his urges here. Still he finds himself on his knees again, servicing. Still he craves the salty taste on his tongue.
Near him on a night table there is a book. A leather bound book that glares at him, that mocks him, that promises him eternal damnation. His chest contracts, his stomach clenches, but still his hand won't stop, his tongue won't heed. He comes, throat working around the cock in his mouth, and he glances at the book again, gilded letters accusing him. He turns his face away, and hot come, signifying everything that is wrong with him, lands on his face, drips on his hair.
Sees bible; marries ("sanctify union"). Hotel Room
The sheets aren't as soft as they should be, but that's what you get for choosing a low-rate motel for your cheap and quick encounter. Adds to the charm, he thinks. If they wanted soft expensive cotton sheets, they could've stayed home. This serves the fantasy just as well. Who cares if the pillow under him isn't silk, if the man he loves curls on top, sliding deep into him, nipping gently on his neck. Old couples sometimes need this sort of thing. To recapture lost youth, to gallop about fulfilling porn-flick daydreams. An afternoon quickie in a motel. He moans, pushing back. This is one thing that never gets old, this feeling inside him, the heat of flesh on flesh, flesh in flesh. The need that builds up with each thrust, each moan of his lover, each touch of hands and cock - until it all splashes in one great wave of release and he spurts on the pillow and is just. So. Blissed.
His lover rests on top of him, kissing the tip of his ear. He turns his head, groaning when muscles in his back protest, and sees a book. A bible, a holy book, carrying so many meanings within.
"Will you marry me?" he says.
The only reply is a puzzled, drowsy, "Hm?"
He grins, reaches to grab the book. "We can use this to sanctify our union. We don't need anything more. Just us two and God."
His lover sits up astride his thighs.
"Are you serious?" He asks quietly.
"Yes." He tries to turn over.
"In that case," the heavy weight on him disappears and he rolls onto his back only to have the man he loves return to sit astride him, lean in and kiss him deeply. "In that case, Yes. I will marry you."
For an afternoon quickie, this turned out to be quite eventful. Not that he regrets a single moment.
[end]
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Date: 2006-02-24 02:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-24 01:19 pm (UTC)...There was this whole discussion on why the fuck do people leave bibles in public bathrooms.
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Date: 2006-02-25 03:28 am (UTC)On another note -- not so much badday as spoonless.
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Date: 2006-02-25 06:26 pm (UTC)