Possession

by mcat

June 26, 2002

I remember the last time Chris fucked me… God… or the Devil himself, maybe…it was the first time I really knew that he owned me; body and soul.

Couldn’t remember it bein’ so hot, the air practically chokin’ us as we rode toward his shack. And that was just nature’s heat. Chris’s heat, though… Damn, the look in that man’s eyes, the way he can tell ya that somewhere, sometime soon, he’s gonna fuck ya like there ain’t no tomorrow… well, that brought the temperature up even more. I could feel myself just meltin’ under the suns of his eyes. Hell, with that look, I woulda stripped naked in the middle of town and let him do me, if he told me to.

By the time we actually got to the shack, my dick was the only thing that hadn’t melted on me. How the hell he could still look so cool and calm and so damn hot at the same time is beyond me.

It seemed to take forever for us to get the horses unsaddled and watered, but finally, he looked at me and tilted his head toward the pond. I couldn’t help but smile at him and follow his command.

It felt so good to finally shuck my sweat soaked and dust covered clothes. I was up to my knees in the water before I’d realized he wasn’t following me. Looking back toward the edge of the pond, I saw him sit down and take his hat off. And just sit there. Like he was gonna watch me. Just watch me. This was somethin’ new. Him wantin’ to just watch me, naked and wet, and it sent another wave of heat through me. I thought the pond would start to boil.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, neither. How my body remembered to wash itself was beyond me, but a few minutes later, I was clean, if not cooled off some. At least on the outside. Inside, Chris’s gaze was still burnin’ me up. I couldn’t take too much more of it, I needed him to burn me with the rest of his body.

"Come here," he finally said, and I obeyed.

There’s a part of me that wonders how I can remember any of this. I was intoxicated with the man. Same way your body feels when you’re drunk, like nothin’ in the world matters except what’s there and then, yet at the same time you’re not a part of it at all. Nothin’ can touch ya. Nothin’ can hurt ya. You forget all your troubles… Maybe because I wanted him to touch me and I knew he couldn’t hurt me and to forget was the last thing I wanted to do…

I remember watchin’ the sky, seein’ how blue it was, watchin’ the stray puff of white float by, feelin’ that beautiful cool breeze that had started up. But mostly, I remember feelin’ Chris. God, what the man could do with that mouth of his! He burned hot trails up and down my body, lickin’ and kissin’ me, leavin’ no inch of skin untouched. I remember feelin’ the blades of grass ticklin’ my back as I arched up at his touch, it leavin’ me hangin’ just inches off the ground. I remember feelin’ the individual strands of it between my fingers as I pulled them from the ground, crying out as he sucked the head of my dick. I felt sure that when I came, anyone within two miles of that shack would hear me scream. Yet all I could hear beyond the blood rushin’ through my body was Chris whisperin’ to me.

"Not yet," he said.

Not yet? How the hell he expected me to hold off on the best comin’ of my life was beyond me, but somehow…somehow, I knew that if I could, he’d make it worth my while.

I remember gulpin’ for air, grabbin’ onto his arms to bring him close to me, to get that sweet, hot mouth of his away from my dick, him shushin’ me, tellin’ me it was gonna be alright, that he was gonna take care of me.

Then he started kissin’ me again, and I felt that tongue of his cool me off and heat me up all over again. I musta been swearin’ at and prayin’ to every god, devil and spirit I knew of, wantin’ Chris to both end this burnin’ heat wave and make it last forever.

And that was when he pushed me over and started on my back, trailin’ his tongue and lips down my spine, hittin’ all those sensitive spots, makin’ me jump and quiver some more, makin’ me grind my dick into the soft grass below.

But then… God…I remember… hell, how could I ever forget… when he kept goin’ down, and down, his hands pullin’ my ass apart as he licked and kissed… I think I actually did scream for mercy when his tongue touched my hole, pushed inside.

I don’t ever remember wantin’ to be fucked so bad, so hard, so immediately, in all my life. I wanted his tongue inside me, I wanted his fingers inside me, I wanted his dick inside me…anything. Any part of Chris I could get, I wanted, and wanted right then.

But he just kept up on the tease, lickin’ and kissin’ and touchin’ me, gettin’ me so close to comin’ and then backin’ down again.

I don’t know what finally made him stop, made him decide that it was time to put me outta my misery, give me what I needed. But I felt him pull me up to my hands and knees, felt him give me one last tonguin’. Then I felt that glorious burnin’ heat that I’d truly been wantin’, waitin’ for, when he put his dick into me. I must’ve screamed for joy then, cause I sure wasn’t screamin’ in pain, despite the heat, despite the size of him, despite the bite mark he left on my shoulder when he brought me back to him, to sit on his lap.

I remember raisin’ myself up and slammin’ my ass down on him, takin’ him as deep inside me as I could. I remember feelin’ him diggin’ his fingers into my hips, holdin’ onto me, pushin’ me up and pullin’ me down, and I didn’t want him to let go. I felt as if I was a buckin’ bronco and he was my rider, and I wanted him to break me. Was waitin’ for him to.

Then, finally, he did. "Mine," he whispered as he clamped his hand around my dick and gave it a rough stroke.

I musta shot as high as that blue sky, I came so hard. Screamin’ out Chris’s name as I felt him pumpin’ his come into me, it was the best feelin’ in the world. I was possessed by this man, his soul burnin’ into mine as his body branded me.

I remember him bringin’ me back into the pond later on, washin’ us both down, coolin’ us off. And the only thing I could say, the only word that would come out of my mouth, was, "Yours."

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