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vinnyscummies · 8 years ago

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Due to his trembling hands, Jack was having kind of a hard time getting a grip on the waistband of Vinny's pajama pants, but once he'd taken a few deep breaths and forced himself to be steady, he was able to pull it down; off came Vinny's pants and onto the floor they went, Jack practically panting at the sight of him not wearing any underwear—his dick was ever better than Jack had dreamed. His own was unbelievably hard, staining the sheets beneath him as his pre-cum was leaking onto the fabric; it was the whole reason he was doing this. That, and he had a giant crush on him. Both were motivators, really.

Vinny shifted in his sleep, Jack tensing up with his heart rate picking up speed; when he didn't wake, Jack sighed out a heavy, shaking breath and bit his lip—God, this was so fucked up. But fuck, he was so horny, and Vinny was here, and he was really hot, and although that still didn't justify it, he decided to just not think about it and simply get it over with (regardless of how much he wanted to savour this moment).

His breathing shivered as he pushed Vinny's legs gently apart and propped them up slowly, taking care not to move him too much; even if he was being too soft, it was better to be safe than sorry, especially in a fucking situation like this. He paused for a second to allow Vinny to readjust to his new position, then continued with the next step, which was prep. The jar of Vaseline he'd brought with him was twisted open, he dipping his fingers in and taking out a quarter sized dollop—a little much, but he wanted this to be as pain free as possible. The lube was slathered onto Vinny's relaxed hole and slowly pushed inside, Jack's shaking finger managing to slide its way in and out of him at a lazy pace. Only one at first, then two after a couple minutes, then scissoring another two minutes after that. Three wasn't really needed, seeing as how Jack's dick was only five and a half inches long and not very thick, but again, he wanted to ensure that Vinny didn't wake up from anything; three were put in, Jack moving them around and crooking them to see if he could get any kind of reaction.

A whimper rolled out of Vinny along with the slight clenching of his hands, the noise making Jack whine in arousal. "Fock, Vinny, yer so fockin' hot, Jesus,"

He'd had about enough of being careful at this point, his throbbing cock almost painfully erect and leaking like a faucet from how hard it was. He groaned from how sensitive it was as he pushed inside of Vinny, each inch gained making him feel like he was already going to come because God, it felt so good it hurt almost; his whole body was so sensitive, even the friction of the sheets against his legs was sending shivers and goosebumps across his back and shoulders. By the time he was balls deep in Vinny's ass, he was quivering like a tree in the wind and feeling lightheaded—probably due to the fact that he was practically hyperventilating. He managed to pry his eyes open to look down at Vinny, both relieved and kind of disappointed that he was still deeply asleep, his clothed chest rising and falling slowly, pink lips slightly parted; he was lying on his back, brown hair splayed out against the pillow beneath his head, one arm beside it and the other at his side. His blue shirt was riding up on his stomach, revealing his belly button and the happy trail leading down from it. Jack had always found that so tantalizing, and in this moment, it was the most unimaginably sexy thing he'd literally ever seen. Moaning, his eyes rolled back into his head as he snapped his hips out and in, incessant whimpers falling out of his mouth with each thrust. "Fockin' shit, Vinny, I-I'm so ffffockin' horny..."

Vinny whimpered gently, his brows furrowing briefly as he shifted his legs and turned a bit, his hands clenching the pillow and the sheet slightly while doing so; the noise made Jack groan and his cock twitch, all thought fragmenting in that moment—Vinny was fucking hot as shit, even in sleep. He felt like he was going insane, his head spinning and irrational, body moving of its own volition, pounding Vinny into the mattress much harder than it probably should have, but at this point he couldn't even remember that Vinny was sleeping and that he was doing this without consent; all he could do was fall onto his hands over Vinny's waist on either side of him, mouth hanging open and panting, his chest heaving as he fucked Vinny as hard as he could manage, his hips a blur from how fast he was going. "Vinnny... Oh ffffock..." He slurred.

Peeling his eyes open, Jack looked down at Vinny beneath him, only able to really see him from the belly down—his leg was twitching. At first, Jack wasn't sure he'd really seen it, but when he looked again, sure enough, it was jerking ever so lightly, each time Jack would snap into him. Not only that, but his cock was hard, a tiny bead of pre-cum dripping out of the head, smearing onto his belly with every shift of his body. Jack never thought he'd get to see this in his lifetime; although Vinny was asleep, it still stirred that incessant cauldron of lust that had been boiling in Jack's gut ever since he'd first met Vinny months prior—in this moment, it was overflowing. It was running through his insides, fogging his mind and weighing down his chest like so many tons of water in an ocean. It was overwhelming, but he couldn't get enough.

By this point in time, he had stopped thrusting for a few seconds to bring himself down from the edge of orgasming, the comedown causing his whole body to shake. "Ahh, God," He breathed.

His dick was throbbing as though it had its own heart and was somehow even more sensitive than before, which had Jack whining, his spine shooting up and down with pleasurable tingles with each gentle movement he made. Once he felt he wasn't going to come as soon as he started thrusting again, he began to do so, going as deep and hard as he could; his mouth made its way to Vinny's chest and kissed over it in wet, sloppy motions, briefly sucking on his nipples before moving on to his neck and jaw, licking over the skin there. It tasted like how Vinny smelled—musk mixed with cheap cologne and the sharp spice of body wash, plus the salt of skin. The heady taste and smell combo rushed through Jack's system like a virus, shooting down to his cock in such a way that he couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy; the sound was much louder than he'd wanted it to be, and as a result he froze in place out of fear of having woken Vinny up.

Nothing.

Just as Jack was about to continue, a slightly slurred voice mumbled, "Jack, wh... what are you doing?"

Time stood still. Jack couldn't move, couldn't find it in himself to lift his gaze to Vinny's face for what felt like an eternity; when he finally did, the expression on his face told him everything he needed to know.

Vinny was looking at him through his lashes, his eyebrows dipped, lips parted a little from his kind of heavy breathing; his cheeks were flushed from sleep still, and he appeared to not be fully awake yet, but the gleam of arousal in his smoky green eyes was very clearly there. He was almost sitting up on his forearms—more like he was lifting himself up just enough to see Jack and nothing else. From the brief glance downward that he stole, Jack could see that Vinny was still extremely hard. Although he probably shouldn't be thinking about this right now, he had to admit that he was fucking sexy as shit when he'd just woken up. "V-Vinny, I, ahm..." He tried to say.

"Whatever explanation... you're gonna try and give me, Jack," Vinny blinked slowly, his countenance becoming harder as he slowly woke up. "Don't bother,"

Jack was frozen in place, fear and regret punching him in the gut and chest simultaneously as the reality of the situation began to take hold of him—this was actually happening. He'd been caught fucking Vinny while he was sleeping, and now his life was over. But really, what had he expected? How fucking deep of a sleeper did he think Vinny was? If it wasn't for his incurable horniness, he wouldn't be in this situation. God, what if Vinny pressed charges—

Contact on his neck and face snapped him out of his thoughts and to Vinny beneath him, Vinny himself holding the sides of his face, his own just inches away from Jack's; he could hear him panting slightly, could see the lust burning behind his eyes, and Jack had never been so immediately turned on in his life. "Don't worry about it, Jack," Vinny whispered, his eyelids fluttering almost shut, "Just fuck me,"

Vinny kissed him deeply, wasting no time in sliding his tongue into his mouth in a sloppy kiss that had both men moaning, Jack being dominated almost instantly by Vinny, feeling himself be pushed and pulled until he was the one lying on his back with Vinny straddling him, though his cock was still in his ass. He was trembling as Vinny began to take off his shirt and move up and down on Jack's dick, slowly at first but then faster and harder, easily bringing him back to the level of horniness that he was at prior to Vinny waking up, only this time Vinny joined the cacophony of noises that were falling unintentionally out of his mouth. "Y-yer not m-mad at me..?" He asked past Vinny's tongue down his throat.

Vinny groaned before replying, "This has been one of my fantasies for the longest time, s-so—" He punctuated his sentence by slamming down onto Jack, causing him to cry out. "No, I'm not mad at you,"

The bed was squeaking from the force in which Vinny was fucking himself on Jack's cock, the sound combined with the lewd schloping of his wet dick being ridden that much more arousing, not to mention the knowledge that Vinny had wanted this to happen, or how Vinny couldn't seem to keep his hands or his mouth to himself, or how he being kind of really fucking loud and it was making his shake; he was in such a state of euphoria that he didn't even realize that he was close to coming until that burning pressure in his gut and balls told him so. "I'm gonna come, I-I'm so close Vinny, I'm so close," He keened, one hand grabbing at Vinny's back, nails digging in and scratching, the other twisting and pulling at his hair.

Vinny didn't even respond, he just whimpered against his neck, the movements of his ass becoming erratic. Just as Jack was about to orgasm, Vinny groaned low in his throat and shot cum between their stomachs and chest, his ass tensing around Jack from his climax as he slammed down one last time—that was more than enough to make Jack come. He cried out, back arching and hips moving of their own volition as he rode out the wave; it took him almost a full minute to fully get it all out of his system, Vinny seeming to do so, as well, as he hadn't moved from his position on his lap. After a bit, though, he rolled off of him, the both of them falling back onto the bed, Vinny on his side next to Jack, Jack on his back in Vinny's old spot; he managed to get his eyes open and his head to turn so he could look at Vinny, suddenly feeling very flustered and bashful at the sight of him fucked out and covered in sweat and cum. His hair was a mess and his lips were swollen and pink, eyelids riding low over his eyes in a way that was far too sensual—in short, he looked hot at shit. "You're staring," Vinny commented, tucking an arm under his head.

Jack quickly looked away, brows furrowing and mouth twisting up. "No 'm not," He murmured.

"Jack, we just fucked the shit out of each other. You don't have to be embarrassed about looking at me,"

"I'm not, et's-et's not t'at,"

"Then what?"

"Yer... pretty,"

A short pause. "Is that all?"

Jack turned to face him, but averted his gaze, drumming his fingers on his stomach. "I... like ye. Like... romantically,"

Vinny chuckled airily, his eyes opening wider. "Yeah, I think I put that together,"

"Shut up! 'm not good at t'is kind'e t'ing!"

That only made Vinny laugh more, which made Jack start to giggle, because really, it was kinda stupid. He rolled over, mimicking Vinny's pose as he tentatively reached out and touched the side of his face and his hair with a light hand, chewing on his bottom lip before he asked gently, "Do ye like me?"

He couldn't read Vinny's expression as he answered, "Depends,"

Jack's laugh was nervous. "On what?"

"What you mean by 'like',"

"Do ye want'e date me?"

"Well," Vinny tapped his pointer finger to his lips. "I told you that I fantasized about us fucking, and that I wasn't mad at you for pounding me while I was sleeping, and I'm not running away or telling you not to touch me, so... yeah, I think I do like you,"

Jack flicked his cheek and pulled his hand back, rolling his eyes but grinning. "Yer such'e fockin' asshole,"

Vinny flicked him in return. "You molested me in my sleep,"

"Ye wanted it te happen t'ough, ye fockin' weirdo,"

They kept flicking and pinching each other until Jack rolled on top of Vinny and started tickling him, Vinny's squirming making them both fall off the bed, yelping and giggling. It didn't take very long for that to escalate into something sexual.

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thedenfantasyleague · 6 years ago

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The Den Fantasy League Recap: Week 10

Gentlemen,

What a time to be alive. We’re in the thick of the playoff hunt and the only thing the league can talk about is the real hunt: Cabana Boy. We currently have a race to last on our hands and it’s truly up for grabs. On to the recap.

Virginia Kuppcakes v. A Team Has No Name

Remember the Titans, Hardball, Virginia Kuppcakes: three stories of teams rallying around a hurt team member to achieve greatness. Al’s team rose to the occasion this week in a shootout that ended on Sunday Night Football. After struggling with QB play all year, I decided to pull the trigger on Russ and my play paid off. Also, I finally received a big game from DJ and found hope in Cooks and Edelman. Unfortunately, my luck ran out when Zeke took the field. Give credit to Al, his team responded with a near 30 point games from Brees and Jones to go along with Zeke’s 30. Add that to 15 from his D and 17 from Lutz, Al pulled away with the well-earned win.

Wilmore Cinderellas v. Kream in My Uggs

JP has been going through a rough stretch. He came into this game losing his last three and this week didn’t provide a different result. Jarrod had big games from Melvin and the newly acquired Devante to go along with Greg the Leg’s 12 points. Other than that, not much else. Rivers had a low 15 and no one else scored more than 5 points. Jake came out again for his second win in a row and was led along the way by his Chubb. Jake’s found his groove and was helped out by Matty Ice, Thomas, and Bills D. I’m interested to see where these teams end up. JP is fighting to stay out of the Cabana Boy slot while Jake is trying to build on his momentum for the playoff run.

2-2-1 (0.500 PVO) v. The Perfect Ten

In this week’s Bottom Feeder Bowl, we had two teams that are trying to find an identity. E, after starting 0-6 has won his last three games. Dylan actually had a decent showing this week with Rodgers, Tarik, and AB. Unfortunately, he left a lot of points on his bench with a massive game from Ebron. However, even if he plays Ebron, he didn’t stand a chance against E’s explosion of points. E’s team was led by monster games from Trubisky (against his own Lions, shame), Julio, Ertz, and the return of Fournette. E’s team is surging at the right time and now finds himself in the playoff hunt; a truly incredible turnaround.

Team Timshel v. Hank Mardukas

“My teams not that bad,” Scott Duncan Rowe, November 11th at approximately 10am EST. “Studies show that my team is actual horse shit,” Scott Duncan Rowe, November 12th at 8:56pm EST. What happened is less than 36 hours? Scott’s team fell apart scoring only 57.2 points. Scott has failed to reach 100 points in his last 5 games and his success isn’t looking bright. He only had three players in double figures (Fitzmagic with a sad 13.7, Keenan with 11.7, and Butker with 10). In a sad turn of events, Scott’s bench outscored his starters 86.4-57.2 as he had points from Ingram, Crowell, Lockett, Wentz, and Golladay. Mike got his again this week starting off hot with Big Ben getting 35+ points and Conner with 13. He also had points from Kerryon and Shepard to round out his lineup. Mike has to be feeling good as the report of Le’Veon not returning came out this week after he had acquired Conner and dumped Bell. These are two teams heading in the opposite direction.

VP v. Mr. Magorium

Let’s state the obvious: Vinny has struggled. It’s not for a lack of trying. He’s making moves left and right trying to get something going but can’t seem to make the right trade. He went into Monday night just hoping he wouldn’t be the BL for the week and luckily Saquon showed him mercy. Vinny continual bright spot (Mahomes) produced his standard 20 and some hope was found in a big game from Breida. What didn’t help him was average (if not below average) games from the rest of his team. With a -7 from his defense, he was treading water. Gabe contributed to that -7 with a big game from Shady. Add in twenty-point games from Luck and Gurley, Gabe returned to the win column in dominant fashion after dropping one last week. Gabe’s success of all but one player reaching double figures this week propelled him to victory.

Kalabar’s Revenge v. Mixon It Up

Rob went with the name change this week and it almost came back to bite him but our first-place team held on long enough to beat G. G’s, who has floated around the .500 mark all season was looking to pull away but just couldn’t get a big enough game from OBJ on Monday night. G started off the week hot and put pressure on Rob with an insane game from McCaffrey (31+) on Thursday night. He continued the success through Anthony Miller and OBJ but was let down by some of his other big names: Brady (10.8), Tevin (6.3). Plus, a negative outing from his defense doesn’t help. Rob survived the week thanks to huge games from Alvin and TY. He also had help from KC D, Hopkins, and a controversial TD from Vance “Will Make Them Dance” McDonald. Rob’s streaking into the playoff stretch and looks to keep his momentum.