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No. 61577
Urrr, I wrote something porny...hope you like it...(Uke-Doc, anyone?)
„I sed NO, are ye deaf or dumb? No wait, stupid question…” “I dun’ understand. I thought we were a couple…” “Jup, exactly, YOU thought it, ergo, it’s not true. Very simple.” “Then explain me…what are we?” Murdoc gestured as if he would think heavily, his one hand on his badly shaved chin, the other tipping on the mattress, humming deeply. Then he snapped at him: “Why do you always begin to discuss those kinds of things after I fucked you? You know, I’m too tired after I shot my load.” 2D blinked down, embarrased and slighty offended at the same time. Like always when he was together with him. He didn’t know why. That was the problem. He knew he sounded like a sixteen-year-old-girl who was just experiencing her first love, but with Murdoc all his knowledge about relationship, girls, and the unwritten rules behind all this vanishes as soon as their eyes met. It really was like he got flung back to the time of his puperty where everything was new, everything hurt and everything was seen through the glasses of naivety. And this naivety was the reason behind his selfconsciousness. That and the childish feeling, that Murdoc only belonged to himself. “I don’t know. I juss…” Searching on the blanket of his bed for the words to end this sentence Murdoc interrupted him fiercly. “Okay, you DO know the reason why I still sleep with all this bitches, do you?” 2D looked up, straight up into Murdoc’s angry face. The post-orgasmic fatigue seemed to be vanished. But he knew, as soon as they weren’t arguing anymore, this guy would just fall on his pillow as if he was shot with some bear-narcotic and would sleep till late afternoon. He squinted his eyes to show him that he didn’t knew it. Murdoc slapped his own face, giving him the most distressed look. “I told you before!” Even more squinting. Did he? He shook his head to show him how much he didn’t remember. Murdoc’s eyes widened in disbelief. With a loud sigh he knocked himself back on his spine. “Well then, open your ears as far as you can, because I’ll explain it once more. But this is the last time, understood? Arrg, my help-this-is-so-dense-migraine is hitting again, thanxalot.” 2D lyed himself next to him, resting his head in his right hand, gazing eager about the explanation. With a debasing look back Murdoc began, very slowly: “So, you know me, right? For how many years now? Hrrrrmn, doesn’t matter, but you know me, right? You know that I have a big libido and sleeping with you once a week don’t get me this far. Savvy?” After blinking two times, 2D replied: “You can do it with ME more often.” “No, I can’t.” “Why?” “Jeez, whe had this discussion already. Be. Cause. It. Would. Tear. Your. Ass. Apart. Remember now?” To his anger he blushed and answered quickly: “Owwww, right…there was this…” “Now you know.” Murdoc, already looking tired again, rolled over, face away from 2D and began to snore really loud to say him: “Shut the fucking fuck up!”
It seemed again, as if Murdoc had won. But this time, 2D couldn’t accept it. His eyebrows lowered angrily and pouting he strained himself to think of a way, Murdoc could stop cheating on him, without exploding because of his repressed sex drive. Then, suddenly, like a lighning bolt striking his head it came to him. This idea was so extremely good, so..perfect, it almost made his hands shake. Breathing hastily he rocked on Murdoc’s shoulder to get him awake again. He didn’t expect that he wasn’t asleep yet, so he got himself smacked in the face from leached Murdoc that resulted in him falling on the bare floor between some scattered lyrics, pens, food leftovers and some loose change. Of course, It hurt more than it normally would, considering what Murdoc just did with him a few minutes ago. “What was that foooor?”, he screamed surprised only to get another death-glare from the other man. “For fuck’s sake, let me sleep already!”, he shouted at him. “NO, I won’t! I’ve got an idea!” “Ahum, that is some news, but couldn’t this wait, till, let’s say…tomorrow?? “ “NO.” With gawky moves he got himself up again, back into the bed, kneeling in front of the other, who was still half lying. “I know how we both can get happy!” Murdoc just spitted on the ground, that’s how skeptic he was. But as 2D just stared at him, unusually tense, he got a little flustered. Just a little, but it was enough to scrape his last little patience together. He crossed his arms on his chest. “Shoot then.” An almost disgustingly joyful smile hitted his retina, before 2D started to speak, very quickly, obviously overwhelmed by his precious idea. “So, you say the reason why we can’t make more sex is because of my…well, ass. It’s because you’re so rough with me. So how about…” “I won’t go easy on you, you knew what you get!” “Jeah, jeah, I know. My idea is much better. How about, we just chance roles? This way, my body can restore and you can get your orgasms you need. But with ME.” Satisfied like a little kid who just drew a colourful picture he kept staring at his lover, awaiting a reward for this ingenious concept, just to be yelled at again: “What do you think I am, a freakin’ poofter????” 2D crawled back in shock. Now he was confused. Of course he was, wasn’t he? “Errrr, yes…I mean…” “WHAT?” “You…sleep with me, right?” “Doesn’t make me gay!” “Yes it does. I’m a guy. You’re sleeping with me. You’re gay. So am I.” A dangerous growling came from the other man. “One is not gay, just because he sleeps with one guy, especially when he doesn’t get it in the ass! That is precisely the reason, why we fuck like we fuck.” “This isn’t fair, so yer makin’ a fag out of me, just because yer afraid…” “I’m not afraid of anything, I just dunn want your dick in me, that’s all!” Now, wasn’t that great. Of course, Murdoc was a egomanic sadist, but to be honest, he had hoped, he would become a little softer, when they came together. “But why do you demand it from me to take you? It’s really painful most of the time and I want to have normal sex, too. Yer know, with me as the man.” “Then get yourself some bitches, just like me. But when you’re with the great Murdoc, you’re the bitch. End of story.” “I don’t want some bitches, I want you!” “Hard lines!” It was like talking against a wall, 2D got frustrated, so he began to provoke this unbelieveably obstinate bastard. “You’re just afraid it could actually feel good, right? Because it does, after sum time…” “Okay, first, I’M NOT FRIKKIN AFRAID, and second, you just said yourself it hurts so…” “Because you’re mean, when we do it. I would be gentle…” “Oww, would you?” “Yes.” “You know I don’t like it gentle, right?” “I can be mean too, if you want.” Just realizing how this conversation went, Murdoc took another path: “I won’t be your bitch, forgeddit.” “You could at least lemme try.” Furious eyes pierced him down. But then it was Murdoc’s turn to spark an idea. Folding his hands he sighed very long, then looked to 2D again in a very patronising way.
“Good….I get it. When I let you try your luck at me, and you fail, will ye be quiet about this subject in the future?” 2D saw his chance. He nodded his head so quickly, he almost broke his neck. He heard a dirty crackle. “Tzz, well, then, show me what ye got, loverboy….” This sentence seemed to be dripping with sarcasm, just like his actions he made with it. Of course, sarcasm wasn’t exactly something, 2D understood. He shoved the thin blanket away, which covered the lower half of his body, exposing himself to 2D. He opened his arms, leaned back, and waved for him he could come whenever he wanted. All this with the most degrading smile you could imagine.
He was sure, 2D wouldn’t have the balls to go all the way. Not with him. He knew he was experienced. Hell, this dimwit was the one who doesn’t even have to try to get all the girls, but he wasn’t just some fangirl. He was Murdoc, the one who he looked up to the most. His singer wouldn’t dare to go any further than touching his penis or something. Little did he know.
2D just realized, while the other one was brawling at him, how much he got turned on by the thought of a passiv Murdoc. And now he was there, seducing him to fuck him senseless as if this imminent fantasies just got real. This guy enjoyed to see him squirm and moan because of his thrusts into him, so now he, old Stu-Pot, really would get a chance to see this bossy choleric bloke wimpering and shivering because of him? Would he even cry? With these pictures in his mind, which was normally so blank, he began to approach his target. Pressing his upper body down while sticking his tongue into his mouth. He knew, Murdoc doesn’t like kissing. But because he really enjoyed this kind of foreplay, he forced himself this time. He was in charge after all.
Murdoc didn’t know what was coming to him. Why was he so insistant? He, the guy who was normally under him, making squeking sounds while he fingers his ass. A bad feeling emergered in his guts. Worst thing was, 2D was a really great kisser, and his tricks already affected the rest of his body even though he just came. Did he underestimated him?
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