This choice: He relises he's late and leaves your head hanging out. • Go Back...Chapter #8Halfway house by: Zan   You take a deep breath ready for the plunge, unaware whether or not you'll be able to breath down there. However, just as Jim prepares to send you to his throbbing testicles his eye catches his clock.
"Shit!" He yells immediately leaping off the bed and striking over to his wardrobe. "I'm gonna be late." His breath is short from the sexual action, getting agitated from the dire need to release. He fumbles with a loose T-shirt before slipping it over his shiny chest. Ignoring the vile stench from his under arms he forgoes deodorant, or a shower for that matter, just trying to make it to his gig on time.
Of course you're still hanging perilously from the tip of his shaft, seemingly many stories high and only held by a slight suction and a slick hug. "You're just gonna leave me here?" You yell up, not sure whether or not he can hear you, but surprisingly he does.
"Dude, i 'ain't got time. Just live with it, you're in my slit for the next 4 hours. End of story." He begins to hunt for a pair of boxers.
"Can't you at least suck me in? I'm so close! Come on, you know you want to feel me in there!" You're playing devils advocate to your own demise.
"You're right, but then i'm gonna need to cum for 4 hours, and I 'ain't having blue balls for that long. I'll deal with you when we get back. Now, shut up and enjoy." He whips his boxers up pushing his cock up to an angle, straining to fit in. Then you feel your muscular prison start to deflate, allowing your slimy new home to fit within the boxers at a push. You hope your head will be pressed in by the streched cotton fabric but it's just no longer in reach. Every inch of flesh radiates speckles of sweat. the faint light permeating through the tightly stretched fabric allowing you to see everything from the plump balls to the thick thighs to...to the slimy layer of foreskin rolling back up the bulbous bell end.
The light goes out completely with that revelation as Jim throws on a pair of jeans, a honking from outside indicating his ride's here. The motion of walking is keeping Jim relatively firm, but once he sits in the back seat of his friends car and there's nothing to stimulate him his cock softens. Shrinking to a flaccid 5 inches it slumps over the mound of his nuts inverting you slightly. You hear one of his friends in the car.
"Dude, you fuckin' reek. Couldn't you at least have tried to clean up?" Jim leaps at the guy next to him and shoves his face full on into his thankfully covered pit.
"Smell that? That's what a dude smells like." He throws the guy back to his seat a little dazed and absent minded. "Maybe one day you'll smell like a man too". The rest mock and jeer. However, you're the one that is smelling Jim the most. In the humid darkness you can hear the sloppy peeling of the foreskin as it rolls up towards you. You can only wait for its clammy touch to start sealing over you. It comes as a shock when you first feel it on your chin, its surprisingly cooler than the fiery depths of Jim's member. It slips over you mouth and nose burying you in the choking stench, the rubbery dampness caking into your face. It consumes your eyes and finally your forehead before sealing up a little behind you. With a gurgle there is complete silence. Your whole body is now inside Jim's, trapped helplessly in the folds of his foreskin.
Jim's band is on first, and he sits behind his drums ready to play. The heavy music begins, the ear splitting volume a quiet mumble from your fleshy cocoon. Jim starts to really work, sweating heavily. The thick, odorous residue begins to build around you aided by the increased heat between Jim's sweating legs. The smell turns from sexy to putrid as his stale pre-cum starts to solidify, sticking you to the smelly folds in the clammy flesh. You cant stand it any longer. It's either in or out, halfway lodged in a flaccid cock is not you're favorite place of Jim's body.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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