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Been a while since I wrote some erotic fiction for you guys, let me know what you think!
The Goon Zone
Part 1
The bate was an addiction. It was bad and it was wrong, but it was just a dirty little secret. It had never been a problem before. In the summer of 2023, though, in ways ridiculous and sublime, it became a problem. And it all started with Robert’s brother-in-law’s new wife.
Meera was sexy. As soon as she came in the door, that Friday night, swinging her travel bag in one hand, a plastic bag of wine and crisps in the other, telling them Brian was looking for somewhere to park, flashing her smile, Robert was struck by her sexiness.
At Brian’s wedding, Robert had thought it was a taboo thing. Fancying the unattainable bride. He had seen scenarios play out like that on his screen before. It had been on his mind all night, but then he was always fancying women, and so often in situations like this where he really shouldn’t. But out of that scenario, she was still sexy.
He leaned in to peck her on the cheek hello, and he could feel his dick stiffening in his trousers. At once, he took the bag of wine and nibbles into the kitchen and tried to think of boring things.
It wasn’t that she was physically attractive – you couldn’t even really quantify that, because she wasn’t especially curvy or slim, was maybe a bit shorter than the average, nice warm smile too. An ‘I Just Got Married and It’s Still Exciting Smile’ that she shared with everyone. She didn’t dress like someone in one of Robert’s videos.
That was the thing he couldn’t say. He couldn’t tell Melissa, his wife, as they plumped the cushions in the guest bedroom together: “I watch so much porn, every week, see so many girls from across the decades – I watch new videos all the time, because I get desensitized to their power and am always craving something new – I even have my old favourites that I’ve been watching for years, or that I could pretty much summon up in my mind’s eye. I am the expert on women looking sexy, and that’s not the thing about Meera. She’s not looking sexy, she just is sexy. It’s just who she is, the way that she is in the world.”
No, he couldn’t tell Melissa that. But Melissa more or less admitted it, herself, as they were standing around drinking in the kitchen, with Bolognese bubbling on the hob. “God, but you’re so lovely, Meera,” she said, clinking glasses. “How did you end up with an ugly little weirdo like my brother?”
They all laughed, but Robert found himself thinking, I bet Brian’s got a huge dick.
He tried to cut the thought off at the root and think of something else. He asked Brian about his mortgage. Brian wasn’t ugly but he wasn’t sexy either. He was a thirty year old horror film addict with a big beard and skinny little arms. Robert always felt like a gym bro when they were talking together, even though he had only been going for a couple of years and always skipped leg day.
Now he looked into Brian’s eyes and tried to think sincere thoughts about inflation and house prices. He tried not to wonder about Brian’s dick size but he just couldn’t stop.
To make it worse, he kept seeing Brian and Meera catching one another’s eye. They were just so in love, still in the golden halo of the wedding.
Robert kissed his wife and wished it felt as charged with passion as it had in the year after their own wedding. It was still loving: it just wasn’t in capitals and italics like Brian and Meera’s loving.
After dinner, Robert did the washing up and thought about the standard porn scenario of sneaking into the guest bedroom while Brian was cleaning his teeth, and Meera’s eyes burning with lust, and Robert unzipping his trousers for her to taste his– no, Robert, you’ve washed those plates and not rinsed them, and this is ridiculous, Brian’s your brother in law.
They said their goodnights and see you in the mornings.
“I really can’t get over seeing Meera and Brian together,” said Melissa, with a yawn, as the pair of them turned in. “It’s like a Disney movie with my brother CGI’d into it.”
“He’s won the lottery there,” said Robert, cuddling up to her. His dick was hard, pleasure was rippling up his groin, the first pulse of the bater’s high. He kissed his wife’s neck, stretched a hand around to her tummy – but she was already asleep.
In that case, there was only one thing. Just one way he could avoid lying awake all night. But that wasn’t a problem either – he had been in a similar situation on so many other nights, just never with a hot, unattainable woman asleep in the house with him. He stole along the landing to the bathroom, put one foot up on the toilet seat and hooked his boxers under his balls. Just one hit: he knew exactly what to do. Then the rest of the weekend would go peacefully, exactly as if he was a normal guy, and not a pervy addict.
He pictured Meera. He pictured his face between her legs. The sounds she would make. The words she would use. He stroked his dick slowly, slowly, then breathing hard, caressed his leaking cock-head.
At that moment, the door handle turned and his brother-in-law came in.
“Fuck!” said Brian, and then dropped his voice to a whisper. “Sorry mate, I just – sorry.”
“Oh, no problem, no problem,” gabbled Robert. Could his brother-in-law see what he was doing? The lights were off but there was moonlight coming in at the window. His heart was racing and at the same time he felt sort of high. The addict in his element. “Do you want to…?”
“Oh no, I just wanted, ah…” Brian reached past Robert for his wash bag, took something out of it as quickly as possible, but not quickly enough. “Night!” And he was gone.
Not quickly enough that Robert didn’t see it was a bottle of lube.
And not quickly enough that Robert didn’t think to look down at the hard-on bulging in Brian’s pyjamas. After which he thought: oh jesus, I was right.
No, don’t think about that now. The question isn’t, does Brian have a big dick. It’s – did he see me jerking off just now?
First he couldn’t sleep without an orgasm. Now he couldn’t sleep without knowing.
The guest bedroom was on the floor above. Robert somehow knew that the floorboards didn’t creak if you put your weight evenly on both ends. He didn’t put an eye to the keyhole, just an ear.
He heard Meera sigh with pleasure. “Let me put some of that on you.”
Brian groaned. “Oh yeah, take your fucking time.”
“You take some too, I need your fingers nice and slick first of all.”
“I’m so glad you brought it, baby. You knew I couldn’t spend all weekend without getting inside you.”
Fuck’s sake, thought Robert.
“We both need it,” said Meera. “I’m not complete without you inside me.” She chuckled. “But I need plenty of lube to do it. You know that.”
Robert had heard enough. More than enough, in fact. His wank was about to get even spicier. Maybe it was a win-win.
“It was even worth walking in on my brother-in-law cracking one off in the bathroom.”
Fuck! No!
Meera chuckled. “Maybe I should have gone for it after all. He’s kind of hot.”
“No way!” Brian laughed. “I thought you didn’t like muscle guys.”
“Well, it’s true that there’s only one muscle I really care about,” he heard her murmur. “So – is he like you, my little pony?”
Robert heard his wife’s brother sigh. “Not my place to say,” he murmured. “But – no. I’m pleased to tell you he’s about half my length. About a third as thick.”
“Especially right now. Fuck, look at that big dick!”
Robert couldn’t help himself. He fixed his eye to the keyhole and took a look too.
“I’d rather make it disappear inside you.”
Kneeling on the carpet, rubbing his pecs against the door, breathing light and quick, Robert knew he absolutely shouldn’t be doing this. He knew it was a mistake. It wasn’t even his choice. It was the goon, the bate, the addiction, making him get his dick out, with his gaze through the keyhole, the perfectly framed view. It was like the greatest video ever, he thought. Such a huge, fat dick. Such a hot woman caressing it. Guiding it inside her pussy with a low moan of pain and pleasure. And the whole thing so very, very fucking wrong.
And it was as he spunked his load against the door of the guest bedroom, biting his lip to prevent himself groaning aloud, that he knew he had to do something about that addiction.
But somehow, that was how things really started to go wrong.
TO BE CONTINUED
The Goon Zone
Part 1
The bate was an addiction. It was bad and it was wrong, but it was just a dirty little secret. It had never been a problem before. In the summer of 2023, though, in ways ridiculous and sublime, it became a problem. And it all started with Robert’s brother-in-law’s new wife.
Meera was sexy. As soon as she came in the door, that Friday night, swinging her travel bag in one hand, a plastic bag of wine and crisps in the other, telling them Brian was looking for somewhere to park, flashing her smile, Robert was struck by her sexiness.
At Brian’s wedding, Robert had thought it was a taboo thing. Fancying the unattainable bride. He had seen scenarios play out like that on his screen before. It had been on his mind all night, but then he was always fancying women, and so often in situations like this where he really shouldn’t. But out of that scenario, she was still sexy.
He leaned in to peck her on the cheek hello, and he could feel his dick stiffening in his trousers. At once, he took the bag of wine and nibbles into the kitchen and tried to think of boring things.
It wasn’t that she was physically attractive – you couldn’t even really quantify that, because she wasn’t especially curvy or slim, was maybe a bit shorter than the average, nice warm smile too. An ‘I Just Got Married and It’s Still Exciting Smile’ that she shared with everyone. She didn’t dress like someone in one of Robert’s videos.
That was the thing he couldn’t say. He couldn’t tell Melissa, his wife, as they plumped the cushions in the guest bedroom together: “I watch so much porn, every week, see so many girls from across the decades – I watch new videos all the time, because I get desensitized to their power and am always craving something new – I even have my old favourites that I’ve been watching for years, or that I could pretty much summon up in my mind’s eye. I am the expert on women looking sexy, and that’s not the thing about Meera. She’s not looking sexy, she just is sexy. It’s just who she is, the way that she is in the world.”
No, he couldn’t tell Melissa that. But Melissa more or less admitted it, herself, as they were standing around drinking in the kitchen, with Bolognese bubbling on the hob. “God, but you’re so lovely, Meera,” she said, clinking glasses. “How did you end up with an ugly little weirdo like my brother?”
They all laughed, but Robert found himself thinking, I bet Brian’s got a huge dick.
He tried to cut the thought off at the root and think of something else. He asked Brian about his mortgage. Brian wasn’t ugly but he wasn’t sexy either. He was a thirty year old horror film addict with a big beard and skinny little arms. Robert always felt like a gym bro when they were talking together, even though he had only been going for a couple of years and always skipped leg day.
Now he looked into Brian’s eyes and tried to think sincere thoughts about inflation and house prices. He tried not to wonder about Brian’s dick size but he just couldn’t stop.
To make it worse, he kept seeing Brian and Meera catching one another’s eye. They were just so in love, still in the golden halo of the wedding.
Robert kissed his wife and wished it felt as charged with passion as it had in the year after their own wedding. It was still loving: it just wasn’t in capitals and italics like Brian and Meera’s loving.
After dinner, Robert did the washing up and thought about the standard porn scenario of sneaking into the guest bedroom while Brian was cleaning his teeth, and Meera’s eyes burning with lust, and Robert unzipping his trousers for her to taste his– no, Robert, you’ve washed those plates and not rinsed them, and this is ridiculous, Brian’s your brother in law.
They said their goodnights and see you in the mornings.
“I really can’t get over seeing Meera and Brian together,” said Melissa, with a yawn, as the pair of them turned in. “It’s like a Disney movie with my brother CGI’d into it.”
“He’s won the lottery there,” said Robert, cuddling up to her. His dick was hard, pleasure was rippling up his groin, the first pulse of the bater’s high. He kissed his wife’s neck, stretched a hand around to her tummy – but she was already asleep.
In that case, there was only one thing. Just one way he could avoid lying awake all night. But that wasn’t a problem either – he had been in a similar situation on so many other nights, just never with a hot, unattainable woman asleep in the house with him. He stole along the landing to the bathroom, put one foot up on the toilet seat and hooked his boxers under his balls. Just one hit: he knew exactly what to do. Then the rest of the weekend would go peacefully, exactly as if he was a normal guy, and not a pervy addict.
He pictured Meera. He pictured his face between her legs. The sounds she would make. The words she would use. He stroked his dick slowly, slowly, then breathing hard, caressed his leaking cock-head.
At that moment, the door handle turned and his brother-in-law came in.
“Fuck!” said Brian, and then dropped his voice to a whisper. “Sorry mate, I just – sorry.”
“Oh, no problem, no problem,” gabbled Robert. Could his brother-in-law see what he was doing? The lights were off but there was moonlight coming in at the window. His heart was racing and at the same time he felt sort of high. The addict in his element. “Do you want to…?”
“Oh no, I just wanted, ah…” Brian reached past Robert for his wash bag, took something out of it as quickly as possible, but not quickly enough. “Night!” And he was gone.
Not quickly enough that Robert didn’t see it was a bottle of lube.
And not quickly enough that Robert didn’t think to look down at the hard-on bulging in Brian’s pyjamas. After which he thought: oh jesus, I was right.
No, don’t think about that now. The question isn’t, does Brian have a big dick. It’s – did he see me jerking off just now?
First he couldn’t sleep without an orgasm. Now he couldn’t sleep without knowing.
The guest bedroom was on the floor above. Robert somehow knew that the floorboards didn’t creak if you put your weight evenly on both ends. He didn’t put an eye to the keyhole, just an ear.
He heard Meera sigh with pleasure. “Let me put some of that on you.”
Brian groaned. “Oh yeah, take your fucking time.”
“You take some too, I need your fingers nice and slick first of all.”
“I’m so glad you brought it, baby. You knew I couldn’t spend all weekend without getting inside you.”
Fuck’s sake, thought Robert.
“We both need it,” said Meera. “I’m not complete without you inside me.” She chuckled. “But I need plenty of lube to do it. You know that.”
Robert had heard enough. More than enough, in fact. His wank was about to get even spicier. Maybe it was a win-win.
“It was even worth walking in on my brother-in-law cracking one off in the bathroom.”
Fuck! No!
Meera chuckled. “Maybe I should have gone for it after all. He’s kind of hot.”
“No way!” Brian laughed. “I thought you didn’t like muscle guys.”
“Well, it’s true that there’s only one muscle I really care about,” he heard her murmur. “So – is he like you, my little pony?”
Robert heard his wife’s brother sigh. “Not my place to say,” he murmured. “But – no. I’m pleased to tell you he’s about half my length. About a third as thick.”
“Especially right now. Fuck, look at that big dick!”
Robert couldn’t help himself. He fixed his eye to the keyhole and took a look too.
“I’d rather make it disappear inside you.”
Kneeling on the carpet, rubbing his pecs against the door, breathing light and quick, Robert knew he absolutely shouldn’t be doing this. He knew it was a mistake. It wasn’t even his choice. It was the goon, the bate, the addiction, making him get his dick out, with his gaze through the keyhole, the perfectly framed view. It was like the greatest video ever, he thought. Such a huge, fat dick. Such a hot woman caressing it. Guiding it inside her pussy with a low moan of pain and pleasure. And the whole thing so very, very fucking wrong.
And it was as he spunked his load against the door of the guest bedroom, biting his lip to prevent himself groaning aloud, that he knew he had to do something about that addiction.
But somehow, that was how things really started to go wrong.
TO BE CONTINUED
