I've never written a story before. Here's the first chapter of my first attempt. Let me know if this is cool.
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1 – Thursday
As Rico looked down at the sidewalk, he felt sad. Dejected, even. He took a sip on his sugared-up iced coffee and sighed. A few short years ago, he was at the top of the porn tree, with cash rolling in hand over fist. He was a man with dark, piercing eyes, delicious nipples, a juicy fat ass, sexy tatts, and the kind of cock that most men could only dream of possessing and made women wet on sight. He still had all of these things, but something had gone awry in the meanwhile, and he couldn’t work out what it was.
He still lived the pornstar life. He still wore the ostentatious bling, he still wore the high-dollar sneakers and he still drove the pimp wheels. He still saw himself as a legend of the industry, but nowadays, the industry didn’t hold him in such high esteem. There wasn’t as much cash rolling in, and all of his material possessions cost money. Debt was always there to save the day.
He went back inside the casino, bought a drink, and sat down at the slot machines for a while. He sighed again.
What had happened? He might have put on a few pounds, but those pounds had filled him out nicely. And everything else was still where it once was, especially that magnificent penis. He could’ve been a all-time legend, what went wrong? He could, and did, still smash for cash, but the cash wasn’t enough anymore. And it wasn’t just the money, it was the adoration. Where did it all go? Was this all just karma, just bad luck?
Rico drove home alone, logged on, and checked his emails. Not much there in the way of enquiries or contracts; not much work on the horizon. He felt a bit of a buzz from the small win on the slot machines, and he remembered that ‘sexy bitch’ who was sitting a few machines down from him. She looked at Rico for a split second too long, she smiled; maybe she knew who he was? But he wasn’t in the mood for a conversation tonight, even though he knew she would’ve worshipped his dick. They all do, he thought to himself. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a double shot. Downed in one gulp, burning slightly on the way down.
He thought about the woman from the casino. He knew he could’ve destroyed her tonight if he wanted to.
His dick twitched. The earth moved.
Rico went into his bedroom and turned out the lights. The window was open, and a cooling breeze made itself felt. Sirens in the distance, the occasional sound of random gunfire; the normal sounds of any American city. He undressed and laid down on his king size bed. In his mind’s eye, the sexy woman from the slots appeared. He licked his fat lips, imagining kissing her, dominating her. His left hand reached down to his balls, hanging loose and away from his body on this warm night. His right was clamped on his left nipple, tugging and squeezing. He put his right index finger into his mouth, and after it was coated with saliva, he returned it to his nipple. He sighed and moaned. His dick straightened and he knew how hot this was. He kept his mind focused on the woman from the casino, thinking about how tight her dress was, how her tits would’ve felt in his hands, and how delicious her pussy would’ve tasted.
He stopped for a moment. Rico knew how valuable his cum was. Was it worth this moment of weakness to waste a load? He pushed the thought away.
Very slowly, he jerked his giant dick. No lube, no spit, just skin on skin. His cock kept growing, and growing and growing, until it was at full mast. That chick in his mind was so fucking fine. He imagined resting his cock at the top of her wet ass crack, waiting to get inside. His dick was fully swollen by now, and while he knew he could fuck for hours without cumming, tonight would be different. Tonight it was just himself, his body, and his thoughts. He wouldn’t last long.
His hand moved rhythmically while he played with his sensitive, wet nipple.
That sexy woman from the casino. Her fat ass.
He kept stroking, and he could feel that deep pressure, the exquisite pressure all men know.
Just as he was about to cum, she disappeared. He remembered walking down the street two days ago past a hot guy with a fat ass. The dude was wearing basketball shorts, but they were a size too small, which emphasised his ass crack. Rico remembered glancing back at that ass, just for a split second, and he came. He shot everywhere – all over his stomach, his chest, and a few droplets hit his lower lip. He’d been told by many female partners how delicious his cum was, but he didn’t want to ever taste it himself – that’s gay! He wiped it away immediately with his forearm.
He was furious with himself for thinking about a man’s ass when he came. Wait, I’m completely straight! Why the hell would I come from thinking about a dude’s ass? I’m only into pussy!
Rico slept deeply that night, though in some ways it was a troubled sleep.
*to be continued, if you want it*
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1 – Thursday
As Rico looked down at the sidewalk, he felt sad. Dejected, even. He took a sip on his sugared-up iced coffee and sighed. A few short years ago, he was at the top of the porn tree, with cash rolling in hand over fist. He was a man with dark, piercing eyes, delicious nipples, a juicy fat ass, sexy tatts, and the kind of cock that most men could only dream of possessing and made women wet on sight. He still had all of these things, but something had gone awry in the meanwhile, and he couldn’t work out what it was.
He still lived the pornstar life. He still wore the ostentatious bling, he still wore the high-dollar sneakers and he still drove the pimp wheels. He still saw himself as a legend of the industry, but nowadays, the industry didn’t hold him in such high esteem. There wasn’t as much cash rolling in, and all of his material possessions cost money. Debt was always there to save the day.
He went back inside the casino, bought a drink, and sat down at the slot machines for a while. He sighed again.
What had happened? He might have put on a few pounds, but those pounds had filled him out nicely. And everything else was still where it once was, especially that magnificent penis. He could’ve been a all-time legend, what went wrong? He could, and did, still smash for cash, but the cash wasn’t enough anymore. And it wasn’t just the money, it was the adoration. Where did it all go? Was this all just karma, just bad luck?
Rico drove home alone, logged on, and checked his emails. Not much there in the way of enquiries or contracts; not much work on the horizon. He felt a bit of a buzz from the small win on the slot machines, and he remembered that ‘sexy bitch’ who was sitting a few machines down from him. She looked at Rico for a split second too long, she smiled; maybe she knew who he was? But he wasn’t in the mood for a conversation tonight, even though he knew she would’ve worshipped his dick. They all do, he thought to himself. He went to the kitchen and poured himself a double shot. Downed in one gulp, burning slightly on the way down.
He thought about the woman from the casino. He knew he could’ve destroyed her tonight if he wanted to.
His dick twitched. The earth moved.
Rico went into his bedroom and turned out the lights. The window was open, and a cooling breeze made itself felt. Sirens in the distance, the occasional sound of random gunfire; the normal sounds of any American city. He undressed and laid down on his king size bed. In his mind’s eye, the sexy woman from the slots appeared. He licked his fat lips, imagining kissing her, dominating her. His left hand reached down to his balls, hanging loose and away from his body on this warm night. His right was clamped on his left nipple, tugging and squeezing. He put his right index finger into his mouth, and after it was coated with saliva, he returned it to his nipple. He sighed and moaned. His dick straightened and he knew how hot this was. He kept his mind focused on the woman from the casino, thinking about how tight her dress was, how her tits would’ve felt in his hands, and how delicious her pussy would’ve tasted.
He stopped for a moment. Rico knew how valuable his cum was. Was it worth this moment of weakness to waste a load? He pushed the thought away.
Very slowly, he jerked his giant dick. No lube, no spit, just skin on skin. His cock kept growing, and growing and growing, until it was at full mast. That chick in his mind was so fucking fine. He imagined resting his cock at the top of her wet ass crack, waiting to get inside. His dick was fully swollen by now, and while he knew he could fuck for hours without cumming, tonight would be different. Tonight it was just himself, his body, and his thoughts. He wouldn’t last long.
His hand moved rhythmically while he played with his sensitive, wet nipple.
That sexy woman from the casino. Her fat ass.
He kept stroking, and he could feel that deep pressure, the exquisite pressure all men know.
Just as he was about to cum, she disappeared. He remembered walking down the street two days ago past a hot guy with a fat ass. The dude was wearing basketball shorts, but they were a size too small, which emphasised his ass crack. Rico remembered glancing back at that ass, just for a split second, and he came. He shot everywhere – all over his stomach, his chest, and a few droplets hit his lower lip. He’d been told by many female partners how delicious his cum was, but he didn’t want to ever taste it himself – that’s gay! He wiped it away immediately with his forearm.
He was furious with himself for thinking about a man’s ass when he came. Wait, I’m completely straight! Why the hell would I come from thinking about a dude’s ass? I’m only into pussy!
Rico slept deeply that night, though in some ways it was a troubled sleep.
*to be continued, if you want it*