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“Motherfucker!” I shouted, bitterly mad that I had lost Tonya. “Stinking queer whores, ugly skanks!”
“Oh, let them be,” Pips said, shaking out his hand.
I was about to leave, but I went into the bedroom after them. Sissy and Tonya had dropped onto the bed, their mouths at each other’s cocks, and were furiously sucking each other off.
“Fuck!” I walked away, glaring at Pips. He was still lost in his own sexual fantasy. I slammed his door and stalked across the landing to my apartment.
I slammed my apartment door, then winced. Damn, I’m gonna wake Mom up. But it stayed still and dark. I heard laughter from an apartment across the yard as I went to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
In the darkness I made out the bed, the little cabinet, the chair, and the mirror that stood like a sentinel waiting for me. I’d already removed my T-shirt and was unzipping my pants when I heard Mom walking around. I clicked my light on.
“Oh, you’re in,” she mumbled, as if to herself. “I thought that was you. Have a good night out?”
“The usual, Mom,” I answered, clicking my light off again as I heard her go into the bathroom.
I sat in the armchair and watched my dim reflection as I gently stroked myself. I heard Mom go back to her bedroom and get into bed. I stretched, then put my hands on the chair arms as I watched my dick. It was standing up, desperate for a jerking-off, which I wouldn’t give it. The beauty of resistance was just that. Not jerking off and cuming when you desperately wanted to, like a punishment you’d given yourself, but you delighted in resisting, anyway. Definitely masochism. I loved sitting there, getting hotter and hotter as I let my erotic imaginings permeate my being. Ejaculation would be beautiful!
Maybe an hour went by, maybe longer, as I thought about Sissy and Tonya. I smelled smoke. That’s smoke, for sure!
I bolted up, flipping on the light and saw that my room had filled with smoke, and it was quickly getting thicker. I jumped up and bolted to Mom’s room; the smoke was even thicker there.
“Mom! Mom, wake up, fire!” I shouted, shaking her. “We gotta get outta here, right now!”
Mom grabbed her robe and my hand, pulled me out of the apartment. We could hardly see on the landing for the smoke. Pips’ door was shut “You go down, Mom,” I said, shaking her hand off. “I’m going to get Pips, we’ll be right behind you.”
Mom looked at me and started coughing. “Get who?”
“Mr. Phillips,” I corrected myself. “Meet you outside,” I said, and bolted to his door.
Mom ran down the stairs, coughing. The thick smoke was making me choke as I opened Pips’ door.
The apartment was even smokier than the hall, but I held my arm to my face, breathing into the crook of my elbow, gagging really. I ran into the kitchen; no one there. In the bedroom I saw Sissy on the bed, probably passed out, and Tonya lying next to her. I knew I couldn’t pick Tonya up, but Sissy was lighter. I had my arms around her before I knew it. I picked her up and ran out of the room, gagging and hardly able to breathe, but making my way down the stairs, floor after floor. It seemed to take forever, and the other tenants shoved and cursed me as they tried to get out, too. I heard a fire truck blare as I stepped out of the building, gagging, my face running with sweat and tears. I tried to get farther away, get through the crowd, when someone took Sissy from my arms and put a blanket over her, and another blanket on my shoulders. I realized we were both naked.
“ Matka Boza, synok !” someone gasped ( oh, my God, son!) , but it wasn’t Mom’s voice. I blacked out.
I came to on a gurney, almost buried in Mom’s arms, being cradled and cuddled as she cried. I struggled to sit up but Mom held me down.
“Thank God, you’re all right!” Mom shouted. “Thank God, sweet Jesus!” More tearful weeping and crying.
Sissy lay on another gurney close to me, her mom, bigbreasted
“Motherfucker!” I shouted, bitterly mad that I had lost Tonya. “Stinking queer whores, ugly skanks!”
“Oh, let them be,” Pips said, shaking out his hand.
I was about to leave, but I went into the bedroom after them. Sissy and Tonya had dropped onto the bed, their mouths at each other’s cocks, and were furiously sucking each other off.
“Fuck!” I walked away, glaring at Pips. He was still lost in his own sexual fantasy. I slammed his door and stalked across the landing to my apartment.
I slammed my apartment door, then winced. Damn, I’m gonna wake Mom up. But it stayed still and dark. I heard laughter from an apartment across the yard as I went to my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.
In the darkness I made out the bed, the little cabinet, the chair, and the mirror that stood like a sentinel waiting for me. I’d already removed my T-shirt and was unzipping my pants when I heard Mom walking around. I clicked my light on.
“Oh, you’re in,” she mumbled, as if to herself. “I thought that was you. Have a good night out?”
“The usual, Mom,” I answered, clicking my light off again as I heard her go into the bathroom.
I sat in the armchair and watched my dim reflection as I gently stroked myself. I heard Mom go back to her bedroom and get into bed. I stretched, then put my hands on the chair arms as I watched my dick. It was standing up, desperate for a jerking-off, which I wouldn’t give it. The beauty of resistance was just that. Not jerking off and cuming when you desperately wanted to, like a punishment you’d given yourself, but you delighted in resisting, anyway. Definitely masochism. I loved sitting there, getting hotter and hotter as I let my erotic imaginings permeate my being. Ejaculation would be beautiful!
Maybe an hour went by, maybe longer, as I thought about Sissy and Tonya. I smelled smoke. That’s smoke, for sure!
I bolted up, flipping on the light and saw that my room had filled with smoke, and it was quickly getting thicker. I jumped up and bolted to Mom’s room; the smoke was even thicker there.
“Mom! Mom, wake up, fire!” I shouted, shaking her. “We gotta get outta here, right now!”
Mom grabbed her robe and my hand, pulled me out of the apartment. We could hardly see on the landing for the smoke. Pips’ door was shut “You go down, Mom,” I said, shaking her hand off. “I’m going to get Pips, we’ll be right behind you.”
Mom looked at me and started coughing. “Get who?”
“Mr. Phillips,” I corrected myself. “Meet you outside,” I said, and bolted to his door.
Mom ran down the stairs, coughing. The thick smoke was making me choke as I opened Pips’ door.
The apartment was even smokier than the hall, but I held my arm to my face, breathing into the crook of my elbow, gagging really. I ran into the kitchen; no one there. In the bedroom I saw Sissy on the bed, probably passed out, and Tonya lying next to her. I knew I couldn’t pick Tonya up, but Sissy was lighter. I had my arms around her before I knew it. I picked her up and ran out of the room, gagging and hardly able to breathe, but making my way down the stairs, floor after floor. It seemed to take forever, and the other tenants shoved and cursed me as they tried to get out, too. I heard a fire truck blare as I stepped out of the building, gagging, my face running with sweat and tears. I tried to get farther away, get through the crowd, when someone took Sissy from my arms and put a blanket over her, and another blanket on my shoulders. I realized we were both naked.
“ Matka Boza, synok !” someone gasped ( oh, my God, son!) , but it wasn’t Mom’s voice. I blacked out.
I came to on a gurney, almost buried in Mom’s arms, being cradled and cuddled as she cried. I struggled to sit up but Mom held me down.
“Thank God, you’re all right!” Mom shouted. “Thank God, sweet Jesus!” More tearful weeping and crying.
Sissy lay on another gurney close to me, her mom, bigbreasted
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