Marcy's Playground 10 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Marcy's Playground 10 by loyalsock

... I won't push you.&#034 &#034I have a lot of questions about you, about what goes on at Melody's,&#034 I said. &#034It's not like there's a lot of people I can ask.&#034 He licked one of his fingers, unselfconsciously, and my gaze followed the motion. He saw me watching and smiled. &#034You can ask me, babe. You can always ask.&#034 &#034Yeah, but before I ask anything, I have to say, I don't get the anal sex thing. I mean, I don't even get it with gay guys, but I really don't get it with straight guys. Why would you want to do that?&#034 Evan looked up, thinking. &#034It's like...&#034 he paused. &#034First of all, it's like total domination. It's like a final frontier. If someone will let you do that to them, they are letting you posses them totally and then some. Like...&#034 he slammed his palms together. &#034Wham!&#034 I shook my head. I didn't get it. &#034It's like football,&#034 he said. Good, a football analogy. Something I would be able to understand. &#034You're chasing after somebody. You can bring them down by just tripping them up. But it's not as good as tackling them, pouncing on them, crushing them. That's something else, when you get them to surrender completely.&#034 I stopped making sandwiches to look at him. &#034But even that isn't enough. You want to consume. Annihilate. Conquer. Imagine smashing them into dust and drinking their bl**d.&#034 &#034Like rugby players,&#034 I said. He laughed. &#034Yeah, or ice hockey players. That's what anal sex is ...

... like. It's like owning a person body and soul so much that you're eating them.&#034 I blinked. &#034Really?&#034 &#034Yeah.&#034 &#034Holy shit,&#034 I said. He shrugged. &#034Yeah, and it's even more than that. Ass muscles can squeeze tighter, so it's more intense. And, you know, I just crave it. Like when you're starving you might crave meat, or vegetables. When you're starving, and then, you're satisfied. It just feels right to me.&#034 &#034Wow,&#034 I said. &#034Yeah,&#034 he said. &#034Weird,&#034 I said. Then I covered my mouth. &#034Was it okay that I said that?&#034 &#034Yeah, it's fine. We're friends, you can say anything. And when I say it out loud, it does sound kind of weird. But doing it is the most natural thing in the world.&#034 &#034Do lots of straight couples, ah, do it?&#034 &#034More than you'd think,&#034 he said. Yuck. I hope my parents didn't do that. I shivered. Gross. &#034What?&#034 he asked. &#034Nothing.&#034 I thought about what he said. Without realizing it I was drumming my fingers against the counter. &#034What?&#034 Evan asked. A nervous giggle escaped me. &#034What, sweetness?&#034 &#034It's just, you're this, you know, cute, sensitive, average guy. This beyond trustworthy, totally comfortable guy. And yet part of you is...&#034 He smiled at me, a really raunchy, rowdy smile. I cleared my throat. &#034I think we have enough sandwiches here to feed any army, Evan,&#034 I said, obviously changing the topic. He leaned down toward me. &#034I can ...