Page 108 of Bazooka
Addiction
Bazooka
So, yeah.
That happened.
And fuck me.
Sex with Luz was an eye-opening, earth-shattering experience, which I chose not to contemplate. Why? Because I was still stunned by it. I wasn’t ready to have that conversation with myself, and I also didn’t have time for it. Why? Because I was trying to get some semblance of control over my body after I fucked him at… what was it, ten a.m.? I had a day off, but this was debauchery at its finest.
I decided to take a shower before breakfast, when Luz suggested we do it together. And I thought, why not, right? Wrong! On our way to the bathroom, I barely stopped myself from fucking him into the first hard surface. The second incident happened in the bathroom, after I realized I couldn’t keep my hands off him. In the shower, Luz kept rubbing his ass against my dick so invitingly that a monk would forget his vows. I turned off the hot water and left only the cold one on, hoping it would help. It did until we reached the hall, but then Luz wrapped his arms around my neck and glued his naked, wet body to mine. If he’d backed off then, maybe it would have been easier, but this was Luz. Tenacious, needy, touch-starved, insatiable. He got hard every time the wind blew, and although I was ten years older than him, I wasn’t far behind.
After the disaster in the hall was averted, I almost fucked him in the kitchen while he was making us breakfast. Why? Because he put on something that made his ass look like a gift-wrappedChristmas present. I choked when I saw him, not bothering to hide my outrage.
“What the hell are you wearing?”
Luz raised the whisk theatrically before dipping it into a pancake mixture.
“Underwear,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Duh.”
Bzzzzt! Wrong answer. It wasn’t underwear, but an excuse for a fabric, and I was determined to make my point.
“What’s this thing called?” I demanded.
“Jockstrap, Grandpa,” he said over his shoulder.
No, it was a snake in the Garden of Eden. The fruit tree Tantalus kept reaching for. The veritable Delilah, before cutting off Samson’s hair and making him lose all his strength. It was exactly how I felt—powerless to resist him. And his tight ass, the ass I inhabited not an hour ago, made me fucking drool. It made me crack, so I dipped my fingers into the butter on the countertop, blinded by lust. With my eyes on his crack and my fingers coated in greasy spread, I stepped towards him and… no! I stopped myself in the nick of time because… I was an officer of the law, dammit! Instead of ravishing him, I slapped his ass and ordered him to put some clothes on. He made an issue of it, of course.
“Why should I?” he said, raising his chin in defiance. “It’s hot next to the stove.”
I didn’t want to tell him he was tempting me so much that my teeth itched, so I found another excuse.
“Because it’s dangerous to cook naked.”
“I’m almost done,” he growled, as if I were the one being unreasonable. “This was the last pancake. And I’m not fucking naked! Does this look naked to you?”
He cupped his balls, making a point.
“I’m not doing this with you,” I said, heading to the bedroom, when he jumped on my back. I almost lost my balance, becausehe took me by surprise before he wrapped himself around me like a monkey.
“What the fuck, pest?” I grumbled as he rained kisses all over my neck.
“I forgive you because I like you too much,” he said, sounding breathless. “And because I’m horny. Are you horny?”
“No,” I lied, chuckling when he bit my ear. “Do I need a tetanus shot?”
“You need to fuck me again, Bazooka,” he grumbled. “You promised, remember?”
“I promised no such thing. Get off me.”
“But you said you would feed me your cum, Baz. And I’mhungry.”
Jesus.
“First, you’re not hungry because you munched half the pancakes,” I stated. “Second, I said I would reward you if you behaved. Putting that jock-thing on you isn’t behaving. It’s misbehaving.”
Truth be told, I was dying to put my dick into whichever hole in his body he offered, but he needed to be put in his place. He was a spoiled brat used to getting his way, and I couldn’t have that. Also, there was this self-control thing. Self-preservation thing, if you would. I needed to know that I could control myself around him—for my own sanity.
