Chapter 1: Introduction
Yo my name is Jimmy and Im staying wit my homie Damian in dis small ass apartment.
Place aint much to look at but it's all good, ya feel me? I mean the couch sitch has us lumped inda middle, like, it's all dis strange shapes and shit, ya know? The kinda shizz dis comfy but it gotta be just right for us to fit. If he had one of those fancy L-shapes and shit then we wouldn’t be having this convo.
And you prolly be judging our kitchen cos it seems all janky an shiz but damn ain’t it that comical? Like a meme or something?
Like it’s almost funny, how bad it looks. Peeling linoleum like a sunburned tourist, and those kitschy appliances, heh. And them windows, dusty as a trap house. But there's a charm to it too, homie, a certain grit. It reminds me of us, actually.
So here we be, Damian and I, just shootin' the breeze in our rundown shoebox, sippin' cheap brews with nothing else to do.
So Damian came up wit dis game we could play, basically the rules are I have to be blindfolded and I have to guess what is in my mouth.
Seems a bit strange, right? But I mean, this is Damian we're talking about. Always pushing the envelope, trying to keep it interesting. I gotta admit, I was a little hesitant at first, but he's my boy, and I can always trust him to keep it wholesome.
He rummaged through our cramped kitchen cabinets and started pulling out all sorts of strange shit - a jalapeno? Alright man, this should be fun.
I closed my eyes and felt the cool, silky smoothness of the blindfold pressing softly against my skin, the edges resting gently at the bridge of my nose. I took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as I prepared to engage in this seemingly innocent game of Damian's.
At first It was a whole bunch of random stuff like fabric, a toothbrush, a pen, even a marble! I was pretty good at it, but then he got something else it was long, hard, and girthy
. I tried to think of the things we had in the apartment that could be described like that but my mind was drawing a blank.
I didn't know what it was but it tasted good, like REALLY good and there was always this sort of liquid that came out the tip. It tasted pretty good.
No, it tasted fucking amazing and I couldn't get enough of it. I tried to guess, but nothing we owned came even close.
"You gotta take it deep in your throat Jimmy," he said in that playful tone. "Just a little bit more, man. Go on, I know you can do it."
l did just that and for some reason I couldn't stop bobbing my head up and down. This "thing" filling my throat, I just loved how It made gag and choke
but at the same time, it was so satisfying. The sound of Damian's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, until he let out a deep groan.
"You can guess now, Jimmy," he announced in a low, satisfied tone.
My mind was still fuzzy as the object was pulled away and the cool evening air licked my wet lips.
"huh..?" I mumbled, a little disoriented.
"The thing in your mouth, Jimmy," Damian prompted.
"What was it?"
My confusion must have been visible, given Jimmy's wide-eyed gaze, but I recalled the taste of something divine, unlike anything found in our cluttered apartment's cupboards.
"Umm, I don't know, I'm not sure. A cucumber?" I questioned, still dazed from the experience.
"Nah, not a cucumber, Jimmy," Damian answered gently, a smile twinkling in his voice,
"Well I guess I'll just keep on sucking then." I said as I eagerly shoved this unknown object down my throat
again.
I was so caught up in the moment, entranced by the odd combination of curiosity and anticipation that was flooding my veins. I was enjoying this strange game, in more ways than one. It wasn't like me to be so bold, but I couldn't help myself; my competitive spirit had taken the wheel, and if Damian wanted to play, then he had better steel himself for a ride.
It felt like human skin wrapped around my hand, warm and smooth, yet slightly rough. I swallowed hard, knowing it wasn't some delectable treat meant for consumption.
"Damian, are you sure you're telling the truth? Could it be... a finger?"
His laughter echoed through the room, hollow and deep, "Jimmy, my friend, I told you, it's not a body part. It's not some demented or perverse act I have planned for you, but a challenge I want you to indulge in with me," he said, still laughing.
"You just need to find out what it is."
I squirmed a little, suddenly feeling perched on the edge of something unexpected. "Ok, ok, I'll keep guessing. A gloves?" I asked half-jokingly, though the mortar and pestle Damian pulled out of a cabinet made me reconsider.
"Close," he said, setting the perplexing item down onto the counter.
But all I could do was stare at the woodenfigure in bewilderment; it looked oddly familiar, yet I couldn't place my finger on the source.
But all of a sudden the "stick" was being thrusted into my mouth once more and I was swallowing its length down my throat, sending waves of satisfaction surging through my veins.
I started swirling my tongue around the tip before closing my mouth to savor the enigmatic taste. I felt completely captivated by the addictive sensation it gave me.
Determined to satisfy this craving, I tugged and pulled on my restraint trying to take it all in. This long and hard thing, whatever it was, was a complete mystery and I was ready to decode it.
"Mmfff, ghhhwaaa, mmfff, mmfff" I moaned and groaned with every thrust.
A moment of breakthrough came when I felt its tip expand, causing me to gag and salivate.