I closed my eyes then slid my tongue up his slit to my prize. I heard voices in the hall. All that mattered was inside this room. After, I filled my mouth up to his fist with his length, rubbing the ridged roof of my mouth hard with each stoke. He loved it. His thighs strained, his back arched with his on my gulps. My jaw popped. He hiccupped and held on to the base of his cock for dear life, his thumb pushing against his balls, his fingers white. I opened my to see my cock pink and rock hard, bobbing helplessly between my legs. There was time for that after I finished with what was in my mouth.
Seeing inside him at this moment was the biggest turn on. When he was right on the edge, I had it in me to give him release or keep it from him and make him quiver and moan. Sid kept me at that point. He read me so well for so many years, it didn’t surprise me he could pull the same magic in bed. He knew me better than myself.
I’d hidden far too many years from myself. Sadly, I knew others better than myself– held their needs first. But when it came to this, to making love, the feel of him trembling and holding the moment, I was greedy, selfish. I wanted to make it last as much for me as for him…
As he rocked and jerked his cock inside my mouth, begging to come, I stopped for a moment. He didn’t say a word. Nothing. He wanted it to last too. Wanted to come harder, feel the spasms rack through every muscle in his body. I shoved my index my finger up his ass and he came. His ass pulsed around my finger as I buried his cock in the back of my throat and swallowed.
He sat up and his lips crushed my mouth, whiskers scratching my face.
“You taste so good,” he said.
“That’s because I taste like you.”
Then I remembered what was waiting for us downstairs.
His hand met my hard, desperate cock.
“Let’s stay here a while…” I said, “in bed… together…”
He stroked me slowly. “Sure, what ever you want.” But we knew it was lie, letting it live in our heads just for a few moments more.
I closed my eyes and felt his hands moving. God, so good. I came fast. Too fast.
Then we had to go downstairs.
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I woke hearing a loud bang downstairs. Lancaster was shouting. Glass was breaking. We both bolted out of bed, grabbing our clothes off the floor and throwing them on. I ran out the bedroom door with my shirt half on and Sid right behind me. I stumbled down the steps, grabbing the railing.
At the bottom of the stairs, I heard too late Trent yelling for us to get out. Sid called out behind me as I felt a pinch in my chest. I looked down; the red end of the hypodermic stuck there. Pulling it out was the last I remembered until I woke staring at the white ceilings of the Community.
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The room was bare. All stark white walls, ceiling, door. The floor tiles were cold. I had my clothes on at least. Sid was there in the room with me, still unconscious sprawled in the other corner. I crawled across the room to him. I watched as a white video camera mounted in another corner of the room slowly followed my movement. Before I could reach Sid, the door opened. Three figures came in. My head pounded, but my vision was hypersensitive. I knew what they were thinking without a touch. I saw greed. I saw need. I saw that they didn’t care how they got it.
I saw how they intended to get it. I looked at Sid. Fuck.
It took me two tries to get to my feet. But when I did, I looked the tallest one in chest and said, “Just leave him alone– I’ll go with you.”
He nodded. The other two got on either side of me, grabbing me by the arms and lead me out the door.
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At least they let me sit in a chair, even though it was hard and rigid. They wanted to talk. Well, ok, I thought, I’ll talk. The trick was to tell them enough to make them happy but not enough to do any damage. I decided the best way was to give them some hocus-pocus.
First they asked me stupid simple questions. I went along– at first. What’s my favorite color? What I did I do on my eighteenth birthday? What’s my favorite cereal? It occurred to me that these simple questions weren’t so simple. The tall guy had a hand held computer, reading and entering data of some type. Asking me when I lost my virginity was going too far.
“Is this some hidden camera game show?” I asked.
“No, the camera isn’t so hidden,” the tallest guy answered, pointing to the corner of the room. How had I missed that? I thought. Too many distractions, I guessed. They must know something, comparing answers.
I had to do something before I gave away that I wasn’t the other Wes. On to the magic show.
I started by making the chair the big dumb looking one was in collapse. Just so they wouldn’t think it was a coincidence, I made the ones the two other jerks were sitting on do the same. That seemed to impress them.
But not enough.
“Psychokinetic…”
“You can’t keep me here,” I said, reaching. “You know it’s likely I’ll be missed… I have a concert in Chicago in two days.”
“Mr. Rockstar thinks his fans will save him,” the tall one said. “You don’t matter here. The Community can make anyone disappear. Remember Jimmy Hoffa? Amelia Earhart?”
“That’s crazy,” I laughed. “Are you serious? Next thing you’ll be saying Paul McCartney’s really dead, and you replaced him.”
“Who told him?” the tall one joked.
“What else can you do?” the big dumb one asked.
“Can you disappear Mr. Grant?”
“I don’t know, Donald.” He was too stupid to realize I knew his name without him telling me, but it wasn’t lost on his other two buddies.
“Telepathic, too. Interesting.”
“Sure, Alfred.”
“Smart ass. Let’s see if you’re clairvoyant too,” he said, hitting me in the face. “Guess not…” I spat the blood out on Alfred’s nice white shirt.
“Shit, that hurt,” I swore.
“Feels pain,” the tallest one with the palm pilot noted. I noticed the video camera following the action in the room.
“Smart observation,” I said sarcastically. Then I made the lamp fly off the table and bust against the back of Alfred’s head. That was messy. Also scared him. And pissed Alfred off. Really pissed him off– so Alfred decided to see how much pain I really felt. He kicked the chair out from under me and stomped on my hand with the end of his boot heal then kicked me in the face. Damn stupid jerks who think they’re urban cowboys with their steel tipped boots. The blood spurting from under my eye stopped immediately. I think the speed of how quickly I healed scared them the most.
It still fucking hurt though.
“You really need to be more cooperative,” the one with the palm pilot said. “You need to do better than that, or we’ll experiment on your friend.” For some reason, I couldn’t get this third guy’s name– I couldn’t read him like the other two. He was either a lot smarter or a lot dumber. Either way, he was the one I knew I had to worry about most. Him and whoever else was watching through that camera.
“You need to do a lot better than that if you want to keep your friend safe,” the tall one said.
“Alright, what do you want me to do next?”
“Tell me what Albert is thinking.”