Hard Candy, Chapters One-Three
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“Taylor, you coming?” My friends kept going, toward the club, as I slowed down.
“Go on without me. I’ve gotta take a leak, I’ll catch up.” I watched my friends keep going up the street and around the corner with a wave. I turned into the alleyway next to me and walked to the middle of it where a bulb was burned out. I looked back and forth to make sure I was alone, and then pulled out my cock and started pissing on the red brick wall.
“Ahem.” I jumped, but I was already pissing and couldn’t stop myself. I looked over my shoulder, still pissing, and saw that there was some dude behind me. He couldn’t have been much older than I was, 24 maybe, and he looked like your typical college student. He was wearing a long, brown leather coat and smoking out of a little copper pipe.
“Where the fuck did you come from?” I demanded. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ve been standing here. You just walked up and started pissing.” It suddenly hit me that I could see him very clearly. I looked up at the burned out bulb. It was glowing brightly right above me, but I could still see dark burn marks on the glass.
“What the fuck…” I finally finished pissing and stuffed my cock back into my jeans. I turned around to face the guy behind me. I wanted to be somewhere else. I looked around, but there was nobody else to be seen.
“What’s your problem?” His tone threw me off balance. It was light, and friendly.
“My problem?” He nodded and snapped a little cap over the end of his pipe before tucking it into his coat.
“Oh. I just assumed you were coming to me with a problem. People who come to me usually want me to fix something for them.”
“You name it. Wealth, success, revenge, blessings, better grades, love… as long as I’m ethically okay with doing it, of course.” Just my luck—cornered in a deserted alley with an insane person.
“Oh, so you help people get laid?” I was trying to be insulting, but he just seemed to be ignoring it.
“I help people get the best, wildest sex of their lives. Is that what you want, then? That one’s one hundred, but well worth it, I promise you.”
“I don’t carry that much money with me.”
“Hmm,” he tapped his foot on the pavement, thinking. “I’ll tell you what I can do. I’ll give you one night for free.” He pulled a small box out of a pocket in his coat, traced a symbol on it with his fingertip, and handed it to me.
“What is this?”
“Hard candy,” he smiled. “It’ll guarantee you the best sex of your life. You can have one tonight—I recommend doing this at home, for privacy. Just suck on the candy; it’s not as enjoyable when you chew it. Tomorrow you can come here and pay me, or bring the box of candy back, minus one. One way or another, you’ll pay. Then you can eat as many as you want. Agreed?”
“Uh, yeah, sure.”
“Done, then.” He smiled, and I heard a faint metallic pop as the alley went dark. My eyes adjusted quickly, but the guy was gone. I was alone in the dark middle of the alley, and the bulb above my head had gone dark again.
I was too freaked out to go out with my friends, so I headed back to my apartment. I’d tell them about this crazy guy tomorrow, I just wanted to calm down. I locked the door, closed the blinds, and sat down on the couch to watch some TV. The box of candies in my pocket was uncomfortable, so I tossed them on the table. Right next to a bong—my roommate left it out. He’s always trying to get me to smoke, but I’ve never taken him up on it. For some reason I really wanted to give it a try.
I took a hit, intending to hold it like I’d watched my roommate do, but I ended up coughing it out right away. My head swam. I got a drink of water, and tried again, with a smaller hit. That’s all it took. My body felt floaty, and I started giggling.
“So this is what it’s like,” I said to nobody. I put the bong down and my eyes were drawn to the box of candies. I wonder what they tasted like. I opened the box, took out one of the dime-sized, heart shaped candies, and slid it into my mouth.
It was spicy, and fruity—like cobbler, but I couldn’t narrow it down to a fruit flavor that I knew. I slid my tongue around the candy, and the warm feeling started to spread. I felt higher, and my body was feeling very warm. I was sweating.
My tongue slid around the candy again, and I felt my body get warmer, higher, hotter. My cock was hard. I hadn’t even noticed it happening. Another wave of heat washed through me, and it made my cock jump and get harder.
“Fuck!” I gasped, staring down at my crotch, at the shape of my hardening cock stuffed behind the blue denim. I got hotter, and started to pull my clothes off me. I was so hot, my body was flushed, and then I was naked, and my cock was sticking up, rock hard. The next wave of heat sent a small gush of precome out of the tip. I lay down on the couch, hot, high, and indescribably horny.
“Just enjoy it,” I heard a soft voice say. I fought the haze and looked around, but I was alone. The voice was only in my head. I lay back, flushed, panting, naked, and erect on the couch.
“Your cock is getting harder.” A wave of heat washed through me, and I groaned, sliding my tongue around the candy as I felt the heat sucked into my cock. It was swelling, harder and larger than it had ever been before. It was a bit painful, but also hot as hell. I was moaning—I couldn’t help myself. My cock was swelling even larger now, it was purple, and the veins were standing out.
“Your cock feels good. It feels amazing. You want to wrap your hand around it, to feel it, don’t you?” My fist rushed to my cock, jerking frantically.
“Good boy. Stroking your cock feels so good. Slow down and really feel it. Slide your hand slowly all the way up and down your cock. Feel every hard inch of it. Feel it get harder. Feel it grow.” My hand was sliding slowly up and down my precome slicked cock. More waves of heat were rushing through me, and each time I felt my cock swell larger.
“You love your cock. Your cock is beautiful. Feel how hard your cock is. It’s getting bigger and harder than it’s ever been before, isn’t it? Stroke your cock, pump it. You’re falling in love with your cock.” There was no denying it. Another wave of heat rushed trough me and into my cock. It was so hard, swollen and purple. The candy tasted so good in my mouth.
“Your time is running out. You can feel it, can’t you? Your cock can only take this for so long before you just have to cum. You have no choice. You can’t stop, and you can’t speed up—you need to just keep slowly stroking your cock, getting closer and closer to cumming.” I was panting, my body covered with sweat. I writhed on the couch, horny as fuck, as my hand continued at a steady pace, outside of my control.
“I fucking love my cock!” I shouted excitedly. I was going to cum soon, I couldn’t take much more.
“Cum, boy. Feel how much you love your cock. Feel how amazing it feels. Make it feel good. Make yourself cum. You can’t help it, you can’t stop it, and you don’t even want to.” I was moaning as my body felt an amazing orgasm slowly growing inside me as my hand moved at the same steady pace. I cried out, and my body jerked. Cum was arching out of my cock, splashing across my face and chest as an orgasm like nothing I’d ever felt before exploded through every cell in my body. I could taste my own seed as it splashed across my mouth, mingling with the lingering taste of the fully dissolved hard candy as my hand continued driving come from my cock in slow, steady strokes. I swallowed, still showering myself in cum, and finally my orgasm stopped as I shot a final gush across my stomach. I collapsed on the couch, going limp, panting.
“Holy fuck,” I whispered, drifting off to sleep as I gently fondled my cock.
I wanted another candy. It was my first thought when I woke up, even before I realized that I was awake. I was still lying on the couch, naked, and covered in my own cum. I fucking loved my cock. I wanted to make it feel good again. But I’d said I’d only eat one until I paid the guy. I didn’t have a hundred dollars. What would happen if I ate another one? I looked over at the clock: 2:04 AM. Shit, my roommate would be home soon, and I was lying here, plastered with my own cum.
I made my way to the bathroom and washed all of the cum from my body. In the shower, I looked down at my cock and my mouth dropped open. Even though it was soft now, it was fucking huge. I had gotten so hard before that it seemed to have permanently swollen my cock. It had never been that impressive soft before, even though I’d been about seven inches hard. Now it was hanging down seven soft inches, and it was obscenely thick. My hand brushed it, and I worked to stifle a moan as I heard my roommate coming in the front door. I heard his bedroom door open, and then close.
I dried myself off, wrapped my towel around my waist, briefly noticing the outline of my cock through the soft linen, and made my way to my own room. I wasn’t tired. I opened my dresser drawer and pulled out some loose, white cloth pants I’d purchased for a Tai Chi class. Another drawer yielded a wife beater. It felt right. I pulled the clothes on and slipped my feet into some sandals. There was a 24 hour gas station near by. I wasn’t sure what, but I wanted something from there. As I passed through the living room I noticed the box of candies. I shook a few of them into my hand and stuck them in my pocket before I walked out my front door.
It was very quiet as I walked. I didn’t see a single car on the road. I got to the gas station parking lot and stopped. I really wanted another candy, but that guy had said only one until I pay him, and I can’t pay him. Well, I hadn’t told him my name. He couldn’t know who I am. Yeah! Why the fuck was I worried? It was a random encounter in an alley. If I didn’t go back I’d probably never see the guy again, and he didn’t know where to find me. I pulled a candy from my pocket, popped it into my mouth, and started walking across the parking lot.
I noticed the feeling of my cock swinging around in the loose pants. Shit, I’d forgotten to put on underwear. Waves of heat were washing through my body again, and I could feel my cock growing bigger, heavier, and harder as it bounced between my thighs as I walked in the loose pants. I looked down at my crotch, nearly at the door to the gas station, and noticed how obscene it looked—I could clearly see the outline of my cock swelling slowly up and outward against the fabric. I opened the door and walked in.
There was only one person in the store; a teenage boy working behind the counter. He looked over at me. I saw his eyes widen as they dropped to my crotch, staring openly as I walked up to the counter.
“Dude, you’re fucking boned!” he pointed out to me. I went to look down at my crotch, to see how bad it was now, but my eyes never made it. On the way down they came across the bulge running across the teenager’s jeans. It was getting bigger. A rush of heat washed through me as my tongue thrust away at the candy, my eyes glued to the teenage gas station attendant’s cock in his jeans. I felt my cock jerk, and a gush of liquid came out.
“Is there something you need, sir?” the teenager asked. My eyes flicked up to his face and met his eyes. He was watching me, grinning, as I found my eyes pulled back down to his cock.
“I… um, I…” I started panting as another rush of heat washed through me and I felt my cock swell and throb in my cloth pants.
“Why don’t you come around behind the counter?” he suggested. Another surge of heat rushed to my cock, making it bounce, and I walked to the side and behind the counter. My eyes settled on his crotch again. He reached down, slowly, and started undoing his jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes away. He pushed his jeans down, along with his underwear, and my eyes met his naked cock. It was sticking straight up, past his belly button. It had to be eight inches long. I sank to my knees. I didn’t mean to, so I was surprised when I found his cock right in front of my face. I could smell it, and the smell made my own cock throb harder. I wanted to suck it.
The candy wasn’t done yet, but I couldn’t suck his cock with it in my mouth. There was no help for it, I had to chew up the candy so I could get that cock in my mouth. It smelled amazing. I thought that it must taste good too. I crunched the candy and swallowed. As the candy went down my throat, my cock swelled harder than it had ever been before. I casually thought that it must be getting even bigger as I dived forward and took the teenager’s cock into my mouth. I couldn’t control myself. His hands started running through my hair, and then they tightened, gripping the side of my head so he could drive himself deeper into my throat.
“That’s right, suck it. Enjoy it. You need my cock. My cock feels so good in your mouth. You want me to cum in your mouth, don’t you?” I moaned around his shaft, taking him deeper. I couldn’t stop myself from believing everything this boy told me. I was fucking hard in my pants. Sucking his cock was making me so horny. I loved servicing his cock. I started to feel hungry for cum. I wondered what it tasted like.
“Fuck! You’re a good cocksucker. You love sucking cock. You’re a fucking cock slut, aren’t you? You have to be—only a cock slut can take a cock like that. You’re fucking boned serving my cock, aren’t you?
I was moaning around his shaft as his words sank into my mind. It was true; I’m a fucking cock slut. I was worshiping this teenage cock, remembering how much I loved my cock. I loved his cock too.
“Yeah, you’d probably go crazy for any man that showed you his cock, wouldn’t you? You’re fucking addicted to sucking cock. You love cock.” My nose was buried in his pubes, and I was swallowing around the shaft running down my throat, making the teenager moan. Images of my friends started running through my head. I found myself wondering what their cocks looked like; what they tasted like. I’m a fucking cock slut, I knew it. I loved cock; I needed cock.
“Yeah, fucking slut. Get ready for it. I’m going to cum soon, and you’re hungry for it. I can tell.” I went nuts on his cock, jamming my nose in his pubes and then pulling back until I was sucking on the bulbous head like a sucker. Moaning, I drove myself up and down his cock, out of my mind with desire for his cum.
“Take it, cock whore!” I took a deep breath, drove myself down his shaft, and started swallowing as he started pumping his teenage load into my mouth, feeding me cum for the first time. It was amazing. I couldn’t believe I’d never had it before. Cum had to be the best thing I’d ever had in my mouth. My cock jerked in my pants and started spraying all over the inside of the thin white fabric. I lost myself, shooting and sucking and moaning, out of control.
I held his cock in my throat long after he finished cumming. Finally I fell back onto the floor, my cum-soaked pants plastered to my crotch, revealing my obscenely swollen cock.
“Damn,” the gas station attendant said to me, pulling up his pants while keeping his eyes on my cock, “You’re a real bitch for cock, aren’t you?” He shook his head. I tried to answer, but only a soft moan came out. I don’t know what’s going on, but I felt amazing. My cock was softening a bit, but it was still so much bigger, even soft, and felt amazing. It was like so much blood had pumped into it that it had stretched out to accommodate the volume, but I knew that wasn’t possible.
“I… I have to go.” I scrambled to my feet, backing away from the grinning teenager.
“Well, come back real soon. I always work the ghost shift.” I didn’t say anything else. I bolted for the door and ran a couple of blocks before I started walking home.
I reached into my pocket for my key when I got to my front door. When I grabbed it, I ended up with one of the candies as well as the key. I popped it into my mouth and walked in my front door. I went straight to my room, shut the door, and peeled off the come soaked pants before stripping off my shirt. I sat down at my computer and went to Google. I image searched “cock” and found myself following link after link, looking at cock after cock, my own hard. My own cock, again, swollen; swelling even larger than it had ever been before. I looked down at my own cock, and my mouth started watering. My tongue slid around on the candy, and I found myself wanting to suck a cock. Again.
“Oh, fuck.” I leaned forward and tried to get my own swelling cock into my mouth, but I couldn’t, I wasn’t flexible enough. I went back to my computer, looking at hard cock after hard cock and wanting them all in my mouth.
“I need to suck a cock,” It took me a minute to recognize my own voice. I didn’t know what I was saying; I couldn’t help myself. “I am a slut for cock. I love the feeling of a cock in my mouth. I love the taste and feeling of cum down my throat.” I was still looking at pictures of cocks as I said all this, my mouth watering. “I need to please cock. I will do anything for cock. I will please any cock offered to me. I’m a fucking slave for cock.”
The candy finished dissolving in my mouth, and I collapsed back in my chair, eyes wide, cock hard, and fucking horny as hell. I was suddenly feeling turned on by all the things I’d said. I couldn’t believe how hot I was getting. Before I knew what I was doing I was standing at my roommate’s door, my hand on the knob, right next to my swollen, hard cock in my vision.
“Mark?” I was standing next to his bed, calling his name out loud. He kept snoring. “Mark?” I said louder, putting my hand on his chest and shaking him slightly. He was passed out. My cock bounced as a rush of blood forced into it, swelling it further. I slid my hand down to his boxers, and fished out his cock. It was soft, but it was making my mouth water. I climbed onto the bed. I needed to suck his cock. He was passed out. Fuck, he should be grateful I wanted to suck his cock. My head was swimming as I leaned in and took his soft cock into my mouth. I started to manipulate it with my tongue, feeling it swell with blood as I sucked on it. Soon it was sliding down my throat, long, hard, and thick. Mark groaned, and I sucked harder on his cock. I wanted his cum. It was amazing to be sucking his cock. He started unconsciously bucking his hips. His hands went to my head and held it in place as he started fucking my mouth. I moaned, my cock jumping and leaking as I sucked my roommate’s cock.
He groaned, forced his cock deep into my throat, holding my head steady, and started shooting cum. He let a few squirts shoot deep in my throat before he started rapidly fucking my face, still cumming, filling my mouth and coating my throat as I swallowed around his thrusting cock.
I started to pull off his cock, careful to suck all the cum off it as I let it out of my mouth. As I got up I thought I saw his eye cracked, but I watched him, snoring, obviously still asleep. I backed out of his room and went back inside my own. I lay down on my bed and realized I was still painfully hard. A sudden idea hit me, and I flipped my legs over my head until my cock was hanging above my mouth, my back stretching. I started jerking my cock over my mouth, trying to reach my own cock so I could suck on it. It was so fucking hot. I wanted my own fucking cock in my mouth. I wanted to taste my own cum. I started shooting, missing a few times, covering my face on accident, before I got the aim right and shot the rest of my cum directly into my swallowing mouth. It seemed to go on and on. When it was over, I collapsed, unrolling onto the bed, passing out with my own cum covering my face and running from my mouth.
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