GE-127 Cockrock Book 1
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Excerpt
For a while the novelty of people popping in pleased me; after all Maury was a turning-on, on-the-rise rock singer whose group, Maury’s Marauders, with one record to their credit, had all the potential of making it big in the field of rock music.
I hadn’t realized that the actions of such a person with his sudden urges and uncontrollable needs would begin to slowly tear me apart, offering no shared love, a vague kind of satisfaction, and a feverish brand of sexual activity that went on long past the pleasurable point so that even now, at this moment, the heated forward thrusts of his lower body were beginning to feel abusive. After such a length of time I knew, as I suspected he did, that there would be no orgasm; that having worked himself to the point of exhaustion, failing to break on through his own inner secret doors that he would relent, heave a primitive cry and pull his numb cock out of my ass, pushing me away like something offensive.
As expected Maury ceased his movements and let out his scream. He withdrew his dick from my ass with a noisy plop and pushed me aside, saying, “What the fuck, man, it’s hot.”
This wasn’t exactly true. It was only he who was hot. Pulling the covers back over myself, I said, “I didn’t invite you into my bedroom. I woke up and you were at me.”
“Where are the cigarettes?” he asked.
I reached over to the night stand, pulled on a lamp and, seeing the fresh pack of cigarettes, grabbed them and handed them to him, along with the lighter. He would never allow me to light his cigarette.
“Here,” I said. “Your own are still beside the telephone table where you left them earlier.”
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