>>108 I know, right? I was like: … So… basically you had 51 and you were like: hm… OH, HEY, THEY CAN DO OUR JOBS FOR US! >>109 Yes, they were. There was probably someone in it, or Medic was like: this will be less germy, lock it first. Take your pick. He/she sounded like Scout a lot in my mind, so it might be a Scout working a seedy bartender job before he gets picked up by TF Industries. Yupyup. ::::: >>14 Spy/Scout 5 of Spades—Vibrators: Vibrators are the ultimate sex game tool and they have become absolutely mainstream. The truly fun use of vibrators comes with using them on imaginative parts of your lover’s body. Anyone can stick a vibrator between someone’s legs and pop an orgasm but think how much more exciting it is to start on the soles of their feet and to take 20 minutes just to reach their thighs. Putting the vibrator near but not quite on the erogenous zone can drive a person wild. Try connecting the vibrations to the zone using your tongue or fingers as the conductor. The vibration won’t be as strong but the effect is electrifying. Try it. Be imaginative. ::::: So, Spy gave me this vibrator, right? It’s fucking amazing. I mean, I really was sad I wouldn’t be getting any nookie when he left for his vacation. Shit, man, if this is the kind of thing that he gives me to stop whining, then he should leave the base more often. While he’s away, I sleep in his room. It’s not because I like the smell of his sheets, or wearing one of his shirts while I masturbate, or because his pillows are more expensive and comfortable than mine—that’s faggy stuff. I do it because I know he’d disapprove of me messing up his bed and not making it the next morning before battle. I know that he hates it when I leave my toothbrush in his private bathroom, and that I never clean my sneakers before I come in. There’s plates resting on every flat surface, and an empty box of tissues in the corner. Used ones are all over the damn place, a testimony to my awesomeness at using this beautiful little contraption. I still have a few days to clean it up before he gets back. ::::: I’m laying face down on Spy’s bed, groaning into his pillow as my fingers probe and stretch my ass. I’m still not as good as Spy is, and it twinges when I tense to get a better angle. My fingers are slick with Vaseline, and I pull them out to reapply once I realize that I hadn’t used enough the first time. My breathing comes in heavy pants, a soft whine slipping out when the tip of one of my fingers nears my prostate, but falls just short. “Augh… shit…†I pull my fingers out and quickly dip my fingers in the Vaseline once again. Spy’s present is already on when I coat it in the stuff, and I watch the gloop slide down from the shuddering, rounded tip like it’s the best thing in the world. Because it totally fucking is. I gently push the rounded end into myself, groaning and gripping the sheets at the sensation. The pressure is nothing new, but the way that it shakes my insides is like crack to me. I pull myself up so that I’m kneeling on the bed and my breath catches in my throat just as the base meets the bed. I had intended to sit on it, shove it deep inside and just twitch around while jerking my dick until I couldn’t take it anymore. That was before I saw Spy with his duffel bag in his hand, staring at me like he wanted to murder me and fuck me at the same time. You can’t tell it on his face, of course, but his eyes don’t lie. They’ve got that look like I’m in trouble, because his room is such a fucking mess, and I’m wrinkling one of his fucking shirts. At the same time, though, they have that predatory glint he gets when he’s really horny and expects resistance on my part. The only time I ever resist is when I want something, though. “Continue…†he tells me as he sets his bag down and closes the door. The lock snaps into place with a firm click, and he starts removing his jacket like nothing’s wrong. I don’t start moving again until he sits in the chair at his desk, smoking a cigarette and watching me with hungry eyes. I guess I’ll get chewed out for the room later, because right now those tight slacks of his look like they’re about to bust a zipper. “Was I not clear enough, Scout?†His eyes narrow, and I take it as a sign that I better get back on it, or he’ll come over and do it for me—roughly. I slide down on the vibrator, gasping as the sensation gets closer to my stomach. I pause when the stretch starts to feel uncomfortable, and I carefully grasp the end against the bed before sliding off and slamming myself back on. “Fuck…†I hiss, leaning forward and stroking myself as the pleasure jolts through my system. “Again…†he orders, and I push myself up to repeat the motion. I keep doing it until the vibrator finds what I’m looking for. Everything kind of goes fuzzy, and I’m only vaguely aware that I’m falling onto my side. The overstimulation feels like it’s going to fucking kill me, but I don’t want it to ever stop. My hand is still flying over my dick, milking it for all it’s worth, and my tongue darts out to wet my parched lips. “Aw… yeah…†I sigh softly, my eyes clenched and jaw slack. I don’t notice that he’s stood until the vibrator is pulled out of my ass. I roll onto my back, whining softly at the removal of my present, but when I see him cleaning it with that look—the one he gets when he’s trying to figure out what to do to me—I shut the fuck up and just lay there. As I wait for his verdict, I calm down. My eyes begin drooping and the tingles that were rocketing through my system just kind of lag into nothingness. When he starts touching me, I sit up a bit, eager to see what’s in store, but he just shoves me back down again and tells me to close my eyes. I sigh and do as I’m told, knowing that whatever he’s going to do, it’ll be awesome. The vibrator tickles my foot when he first holds it against it. I smile a little, trying not to jerk my foot away, or kick him in the face. Fuck, he might kill me for something like that. It takes him forever to go over my whole sole, and then he starts moving up to the top. Once he’s done being a dumb faggot there, he goes around my ankle, then follows the chiseled lines of my leg up my calf to the back of my knee. Around to the front, and then he starts moving back down again, painfully slow. It’d be almost relaxing if I wasn’t so fucking confused. Forever and a decade fucking later, he makes it to my hip. My cock starts to wake up again, knowing that the vibrator is the best thing that’s ever happened to us. When Spy traces a loopity-loop around my package and starts down the other fucking leg, I lose it and wrap my legs around his torso. “Scout! I am—“ “Going too fucking slow, man.†I wrestle him so that he’s under me and reach for the vibrator, but he’s not giving it up. It’s still slick from the Vaseline, so I can’t get a good grip. “Fine, I don’t need that thing to get off. I’ve got you back now.†I grin at him and rip his shirt open so that I can lay nips and kisses down it on my way to his cock. It’s so fucking hard I can feel the heat against my leg through his pants. “Christ… Do you want to hurt these nice slacks, man?†I ask, biting a mouthful of flabby old-man-Spy stomach as my fingers unbutton and unzip him before he can seriously bust anything. When I take him in my hand, he’s hot as hell. There’s a hint of relief in his sigh, but I know there’s annoyance there too. I messed up his game, but mine’s better—it takes less time and patience too. As soon as I’m sure that he’s not going to roll us over, or something else to regain control, I slip down to kneel between his legs and shove his pants and underwear down those long, skinny-ass legs until they’re hanging off his ankles. He’s already leaking, and I probe the tip with my tongue. He lets out a pretty fucking happy sound, and it makes me want to just go to town on his cock. So I fucking do. He’s so fucking hot in my mouth that I’m afraid he’ll blow before I can get any enjoyment out of this. I tease him with my tongue, trying to make him make as much noise as possible before beginning to bob my head, taking a little more in each time. Once he touches the back of my throat, I groan against the tip, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. His heels hook behind my thighs, and tug me closer as I start bobbing again. The next time he touches the back of my throat, I just fucking chuckle. I know that the noises he’s making he won’t make for anyone else. They’re too needy, too embarrassing. The thought causes one of my hands to travel down to my stiffening cock. He can trust me, though. I won’t tell anyone he forgets how to speak English when he gets close, or that he makes sounds any girl would be ashamed of because they’re just so fucking pansy. It doesn’t take long before I’m splattering on the floor, a groan vibrating around his cock in my mouth. That’s really the last straw that sets him off. When he comes, I swallow. He glares at me like he always does, and I lick my lips in silent defiance before I’m on top of him and snuggling into his arms. After a few minutes, he gives me a reluctant sigh and wraps his arms around me firmly. “I missed you, ma puce…†“Yeah, yeah, figures you would, you wimp…†“You will be cleaning my room before I allow you to fall asleep tonight. You know this, oui?†“Mhmm…†I yawn and snuggle closer before drifting off to sleep.