Sissy Godiva by Mykola Dementiuk Read Free Book Online Page B

onto my wet cock and balls, then lifted it to my face. I looked at the sticky, gooey, mess. Like paste. I stuck my tongue out, licking and tasting.
Hmm, not bad. I licked some more. The taste surprised me. It tasted fresh, rejuvenating me, like the feeling of spring. I realized I wanted to taste another man’s semen. I was destined to be a cocksucker, no doubt about it. I looked at Sissy. Her cocksucker, her boyfriend. That’s what I was destined to become. I grinned.
I heard Pips come back to the room and pause in the doorway. I turned to him, saw him look at the traces of semen on Sissy’s leggings and lick his lips. He tottered into his seat again and began to rub his useless, tired cock. I began to rub my own wet and rising penis.
Who else would be doing what I was doing, lying naked with cock in hand as an old man, equally naked, was rubbing his own bare cock right next to a nearly naked boy/girl. A roomful of horny queers is what we were. Yeah, and I’m not gay! Gimme a break!
I leered at him as I pulled my foreskin back, releasing my bright red cock-head. He leered right back at me as he jerked his limp cock. What was the point of it? Constantly masturbating with only a trickle for an ejaculation? If you could even call it ejaculation.
He was staring at me openmouthed, panting, as we mirrored each other’s jacks. Then he seemed to crumple up, all twisted and groaning. I thought at first he’d finally really ejaculated—he’d been trying for hours—but he looked to be in pain.
“Help me, please—” He contorted again, now holding the side of his chest, gasping. “On the table, pills, phone number. My doctor, hurry, please—”
I sat up, my hard cock standing up, too. “You have a phone?” He didn’t answer. Sissy was still sleeping. I shook her. “Hey, Sissy, Pips is having a heart attack. Wake up!” I shook her again.
“What the fuck?” she mumbled, coming to. “I was sleeping, man!” She turned away again.
Pips’ face was contorted and very white. He crumpled in his chair, coughing and gagging.
“He needs a doctor, fast.”
She sat back up.
“Oh, he’ll be alright,” she said, getting off the bed to look at him. “Man, I got a stinkin’ headache. Pips, you okay?”
But he was bent over, his breathing sounding hoarse, and he wasn’t moving.
“Pips, you jerking-off bastard, hey, Pips!” She shook him and he fell sideways in his chair, a stream of vomit drooling from his mouth.
“Holy shit,” she shrieked, taking a step back. “I’m getting the fuck out of here, no way do I wanna be around that!” She grabbed her clothes and shoes, pulling her halter top on over her peed leggings. I was right behind her, grabbing my clothes and getting out of the apartment.
Chapter 15
    She ran along the hall and darted down the stairs before I even had a chance to close the door behind me; she was afraid. I was afraid too, but I was afraid of Mom opening the apartment door and seeing the chaos I’d surrounded myself with. But my apartment was quiet; Mom must have fallen asleep. I bolted down the dark stairs after Sissy; she was way ahead of me. A few more floors and I heard the building door being flung open, a car honking from the street outside and the door banging shut again.
    I ran to the door, cursing and flying out of the building, trying to catch up with Sissy just as she turned the corner on 5 th Street.
“Sissy, hold on,” I shouted, panting as I ran after her. She looked back at me, then stopped and started to open a fresh pack of cigarettes—I saw she’d swiped a pack of Pips’ Newports. By the time she’d got it lit, I’d caught up to her and was trying to catch my breath. I was stooped, bracing my hands on my knees and looking up at her.
“Why are you running,” I asked, still panting. “He’s a sick old man!”
She sneered and flung the barely-smoked cigarette into the street.
“Old, my ass,” she shook he head. “Are you nuts or what? He was having a heart attack, and