Porno, He Wrote:  Whores of a Feather

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Thunder rumbles over the town of Cumbut Cove, a flash of lightning casting harsh shadows across the picturesque streets.  Though only early evening, the roads seems deserted during the Aurora virus quarantine, as all the citizens are hunkered down in their homes.  With nowhere to go, and nothing to do, they must find new ways to entertain themselves during these tough times of voluntary isolation…

Another fucking day of quarantine!  I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take.  I flopped back in my chair, feeling my stomach leap as the chair threatened to tip backwards, but it never actually did.  Steady, spinning slowly, I reached down to grip my erection through my pajama pants.  It had only been a week, but it felt like much longer.

It felt strange to pay attention to my penis when I wasn’t getting fucked.

It had been a long time since I’d simply jerked off—I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d needed to.  A young, tight body in a college town never had to look far for a horny top or curious straight boy to fuck him.  But after days alone at home, I’d eagerly bend over for a horse.  I was too horny, and if I couldn’t go out and get fucked, it was well past time I take care of things myself.  I rose from my chair and stripped, quick and clumsy.  Normally I made more of a show of taking off my clothes, even when alone, as practice, but not this time.

I wanted to be naked, right now.

I wanted to jack off, right now.

I sat back on my chair, my dick sticking up, needy, and rolled up to the desk.  I opened my browser and clicked the bookmark for Nicky Noxville’s website, going right to the stories page.  I scrolled down through the stories I’d already read and noticed something new.

Something I’d never read.

I stared at the title for… I don’t know how long, but I started to snap out of it when I felt drool drip down onto the back of my hand.  I clicked the link and moved into the story, skipping over the usual disclaimer.  I started reading and… It was over.

“What?” I yelled out loud, and then looked down to see my raging hard-on twitching in the air.  “But… What happened?”  I scrolled back up to the top and started reading again…

And then it was over, and I still couldn’t…

I started again.

And again.

And again.

“Uhhh, what’s going on?” I slurred, hours later, my dick raging hard, demanding attention in a way it hadn’t for years.  I started to scroll up to the top again, and then shook my head.  I was horny as fuck, but it couldn’t really be that hot if I didn’t remember it.  I opened a new tab and started typing, opening a porn window before I realized what I was doing.  The screen flashed and my speakers screeched for a moment before a pounding techno beat started echoing through my room.  The images on the screen were changing so quickly that it was hard for me to keep up, but I kept trying to make them out while I casually pumped my fist up and down my penis.

It felt good.

It felt really good.

I started to catch individual images from the rapid montage—a man, standing proud, his fist wrapped around his erect penis—a red-cheeked young man, staring at his own dick in wonder—a grinning bear of a man pawing at his massive boner—two bros masturbating on opposite ends of a couch.

It kept going, and I kept staring, and I kept pumping.  Every time I got close to cumming, I would realize that I wanted it to last longer and slow down.  It didn’t matter that I was desperate to cum, I was unable to end it so soon.

Slowly, I pumped, drawing out the pleasure.  With each near-miss with my orgasm, I felt the threshold grow, my capacity for pleasure increasing.

It was hard to think.

It was hard to do anything but stare, and pump, and moan into my empty apartment…

I heard the familiar chimes from the clock I’d brought from my parents’ house, the little song I’d made up to the tune of the chimes as a child echoing through my head.

“It’s twelve o’clock, it’s twelve o’clock.”

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Dong.

Silence fell, my fist still for the first time in… Hours?  How had it gotten this late so fast?  Was I jacking off this whole time?  When had the porn stopped?  Confused and exhausted, I peeled my fingers away from my dick and climbed into bed, asleep before the weight of my head was fully resting upon my pillow.

I opened my eyes as the sun was rising, chilled because I was laying on top of my blankets instead of under them.  I groaned and shifted my way under the covers, stubbornly keeping my eyes closed.  I snuggled into place and tried to sink back into sleep.

I wiggled my hips, trying to shift my morning wood into a more comfortable position, but it kept pressing against the sheets.  I groaned and snaked my hand down under me, grasping my boner to…

“Gmmm,” I groaned drowsily into the pillows before rolling onto my back, eyes still closed.  “Ahhhnnn,” I moaned, starting to stroke my morning wood.  I remembered finding that story the night before and peeled my eyes open, too horny to even want to go back to sleep.  Still naked, with precum dripping from the tip of my erection, I walked back to my desk and settled into my chair.  I went back to Nicky Noxville’s story page to re-read the strange story, but it was gone.

I went up and down the list a couple of times, but I clearly remembered all the stories there; it was gone.  I moved to type a new address into the browser, and found my fingers flying like the night before.  Again, a porn window opened, a video already loading, but as soon as it started I knew that it was different from the one I’d watched last night.  Though the music seemed similar, this one started off with a video of a flushed young man slowly stroking his cock.  It was swollen, purple, and looked ready to pop.

I could see it in my head, cum fountaining into the air, a dumb look of ecstasy warping that youthful face.

And then a man in his mid-twenties, his body thickly coated with hair, was staring deliberately into the camera, slowly fingering his own erect shaft.  He looked equally ready to blow, and then…

Another man.

And another.

And another.

I stared, and drooled, and stroked my own erection.  It barely took any attention to get me to the edge, and I used delicate flicks and pinches to keep myself there as I watched.  Somehow I was surprised each and every time I didn’t see each eager cock spray into the air.

Surprised and disappointed.

On and on it went.  Every so often, I would glance at the progress of the video.  I figured I’d let myself cum after it was over.  It continued exactly the same, a montage of masturbating men, and then ended.  I was ready to pick up speed and go over the edge when another video loaded and started playing.

“Ohhhhhnooooo,” I groaned, slowing down to see what this new one was about, and found myself staring, enraptured, as a guy started working his mouth up and down a big, realistic looking dildo, slobber dripping from the corners of his mouth as he wantonly slurps at the silicone shaft to a slow, steady beat.

“Get out your dildo,” a voice said loudly over the music.  “It’s time for your anal training.”  Anal training? I thought, both confused and enticed by the idea.  I did have a dildo, but it was quite a bit larger than the guys who usually fucked me, and I hadn’t ever used it much.

I hadn’t needed to.

But now?

I moved over to my bedside drawer and pulled it open, shifting junk around until my fingers nearly closed around the silicone dong.  Fuck, it was thicker than I remembered.  I pulled it from my drawer and returned to my seat, watching another boy start slurping on a rubber dong that looked just like the one I was squeezing.

“Put it in your mouth.  Lube it up, you have thirty seconds,” the video instructed.  Thirty seconds?  I was still trying to figure out exactly what was going on, even as I shoved the dildo into my open mouth, moaning around it and exploring it with my tongue.

Fuck, if it weren’t for this damn quarantine I could suck a real cock right now!

Staring at the video, I thrust the shaft slowly in and out of my mouth.

“Get your ass ready to be fucked,” the video said, and suddenly there were two guys on the screen, one rubbing his erection back and forth across the other’s ass crack.

“Ohhh, fuuuck,” I moaned without shame, without reservation.  I shoved my fingers into my mouth as I scooted forward in my chair so that my ass was hanging over the edge.  I watched a string of spit cling to them, stretching as I moved my fingers between my legs.

Rubbing.

Swirling.

Poking.

Prodding.

All the while a timer on the side of the screen counted down from 30 again.  I poked and teased, using the time to work my fingers into my ass one after the other.

“Put the dildo in your ass and start fucking, thirty beats per minute.”  The video ordered as the screen filled with two new guys fucking at the same, agonizingly slow speed.  Still moaning, I gripped my erection with one hand, and matched the pace of the video with my other.

In, and out.

In, and out.

In, and out.

“Ohhhhh, fuuuck, yeah,” I moaned, enraptured, trapped by the pace.

“Speed up to forty beats per minute,” the voice commanded, the beat of the video picking up as a new couple appeared on the screen.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

I fell into the new pace, thrusting the massive dildo into myself with ease again, and again, as my other hand kept slowing down and speeding up with my waxing and waning focus.

“Fifty beats per minute, whore,” the voice commanded, and I transitioned to the new pace before the video finished changing.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

I kept shoving it back in with smooth, forceful motions, drawing it back quickly so that I could drive it right back home with the next beat.

“Sixty,” the voice barked, the tempo rising, and I followed, my mouth spread in a wide O of intense and overwhelming sensations.  I let go of my cock, gripping the sheets as my hand kept slamming the dildo home with clockwork regularity.

It was too much!

My cock was standing rigid, and I knew that it wouldn’t take much to go over the edge.  I was about to reach for it when…

“Take a break.”  I gasped and drew the dildo all the way from my ass.  There was a moment of relief, and then a cascade of ever-increasing desire to put it back.

Again, I moaned incoherently.

Before the break was halfway over, it had transitioned from a few moments of rest to an eternity of agonizing waiting.

I wanted it back.

I needed it back!

“Put the dildo in your mouth.”  I had been holding the dildo, ready to drive it home as soon as the break was over, and I had my hand halfway to my mouth before I realized what I was doing.  I froze, uncertain, knowing that I shouldn’t do what it was telling me to do.  “Don’t think, just put it in your mouth.”  With a moan of humiliated defeat, I pressed the dildo past my lips and took it back into my mouth, slobbering over it all over again.

“Wow,” the voice snorted derisively, and I realized what I was doing.  I pulled the dildo free with a loud slurp and stared at it, panting.  “Put it in your ass.” The voice barked.

With trembling hands, I moved the dildo back into place and drove it back home.

“Seventy beats per minute, whore, go,” the voice said, and I fell into the rhythm.  “Harder, faggot,” the voice barked.  My chair creaked with the force of my thrusts, my erect cock, ignored, standing proud.

“Eighty beats per minute.”

“Unh! Unh! Unh!” I moaned and grunted as I shoved the dildo with increasing speed.  It was more intense than ever, but I didn’t think I’d stop, even if it told me to.

“Fuck yourself until you cum, whore.  Train all day.  Train every day.  Get ready to be a good whore.”  I threw my head back and started frantically drilling the massive dong into my backside.  I could feel it coming and thrust harder, faster.

“Ohhh-ohhh-ohhh-ohhh!” I babbled.

“Make your clit squirt,” the voice said out of nowhere, and it was too much for me.

“My cliiiiiii-iiii-iiiiit!” I squealed as cum fountained into the air, splashing back down onto me as…

“It’s twelve o’clock, It’s twelve o’clock!”

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

Dong!

The dildo fell to the floor with an unheard thump as I slumped in my chair, exhausted, soft snores replacing the moans of moments ago.

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