Private Locker Confession: My Raw Forbidden Lust with Simon by the Lake
Sweat drips down my back. I’m alone in my private locker, the metal door half-open. Heart hammers. Fingers itch on the lock. This secret’s burned inside for centuries. Time to spill. You get the thrill, right? That rush of baring it all, controlled exposure. Adrenaline spikes. I breathe deep. Let it out.
Lake edge. Dust underfoot. They haul fish, scales glinting. Big bearded one stares. Simon. Muscles bulge, sweat-soaked shirt clings. Eyes lock. Heat builds low in my gut. “Follow me,” I say, voice thick. He nods. Brother tags along. We trek far. Sun beats. Thirst rises, but not for water.
Opening the Vault: The Pull I Couldn’t Resist
“I’m hungry,” Simon grunts. We halt. Fire crackles. Fish sizzles, smoky. Bread tears soft. He offers. I smile. Shake head. Stomach empty for ages, but body wakes. “Man lives not by bread alone…” He blinks, dense but kind. Generous hands. I like him. Want him. Brother dozes by flames.
Night drops cold. Stars prick sky. I remember desert wake-up. Two days north, relearning flesh. Heat day, chill night. Alien lessons flood back. Father’s ship. Flat heads, red eyes. Taught senses sharp. Touch electric. Taste alive. Lust raw. They chose me. Trained body beyond human. Miracles? Just mastery. But desire? Untamed.
Simon shifts close. Beard scratches my neck. Breath hot, fish-salt. “What you want?” Rough whisper. My hand slides chest hair. Nipples hard. His gasp fuels me. Lips crash. Tongue invades, bitter wine taste. Hands rip shirts. Skin slaps skin. Chest hairy, sweat-slick. Cock strains pants, thick ridge.
Kneel in dirt. Unlace him. Vein-throbber springs free. Girth stretches jaw. Salty pre-cum beads. Suck deep, throat tight. He groans low, fists my hair. Pulls hard. Hips buck. Gags me wet. Spit drips chin. Stars spin above.
Sealing the Secret: Afterglow and Relief
He yanks me up. Spins. Face to ground. Ass exposed, night air bites. Fingers probe rough. Spit-slick. No mercy. Head presses hole. Burns stretch. Inch by inch, splits me. Full. Heavy balls slap. Thrusts pound, gravel grinds knees. Prostate sparks fire. Sweat pours, mixes mud. Grunts echo lake.
Pace frenzied. Cock throbs inside, ridges drag. Tension coils gut. His roar near. “Fuck…” Clenches me. Hot flood pumps deep, pulse after pulse. Triggers mine. Cum jets ground, ropes thick. Legs shake. Collapse together. His weight pins, safe.
Panting slows. Body hums, loose. Cum leaks slow, sticky thighs. Beard tickles shoulder. Eyes meet. Secret bonds us. No words. Brother stirs distant. We dress quiet. Walk on, changed. They call miracles later. Healings from tuned senses. Walk water? Levity trained. But this? Pure flesh truth. Hidden.
World missed teachings. Compassion ignored. Lust shared only here, then. Paul twisted rest. Violence followed. Now Calais jungle. Vagabond rags. Refugees rage. Police guns. Aziz follows. Last chance, Father warns. Earth hangs.
Locker door clicks shut. Light now. Shared burden lifts. Thrill fades to glow. You know. Mine alone no more. Satisfied. Locked tight again.
