Stuffed Toy

Chapter 3

By Michael Juha

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I couldn’t figure out with how I really felt about what had happened. My plan was only to play games with Marco and to play devil in his relations with my stepmom. He was a good person to be played with. It was my first time to have s*x with a man and I never thought it was that good with Marco. And I think I fell for him. Deep inside there was this unexplainable feeling of happiness, but on the other hand there was also sadness; sadness because he rightfully belonged to my mom. I didn’t know. Maybe I was just confused.

Days passed and my feelings for Marco grew. I knew it was love. I felt bad and jealous when he would pay a visit and there was mom with him. I felt worse if he wouldn’t come at all.

For Marco, he treated me like nothing had happened between us. It’s like everything was just a game for him; something trivial. It made me all the more sad.

At times when Marco would come and he and my stepmom would stay at the receiving room, I would intentionally sit in front of them, pretend to read a book although my ears would listen to every word they were talking. As I did that, I would steal a stare with him. Sometimes, I could catch him stealing a stare with me too. I didn’t know what’s on his mind. But for me, I was jealous... very, very jealous.

Until my stepmom formally introduced Marco to me as his fiancé. “We plan to get married after six months Miko... After the marriage, we will have a tour to Europe for our honeymoon.”

It was like my world had collapsed. I could see in her finger a beautiful gold ring with a diamond centerpiece.

I was furious deep inside like a volcano ready to explode. I was inconsolable. But I kept my calm. On the outside, I showed them that I was happy.

I secretly opened mom’s cp and searched for Marco’s number. I kept it and waited for the opportune time. I knew I would need it.

One day, mom left for a seminar in Hongkong. She would stay there for two days. As soon as she left, I immediately called Marco. “This is it...” I murmured.

“Hello!” the person on the other line answered.

“This is Miko. How are you Marco?”

“Oh... Hi! How are you Miko?”

“I’m fine. And you?”

“I’m good. What’s up? I know your mom is not around. So what can I do for you?”

“Can you come?”

“I’m a little busy but if you insist, I can come.

“Good. Shall I wait for you?”

“7 PM.”

“Good.”

He came at 7:30.

“So what’s up?” He said as he got into the receiving room. He looked so enticing in his faded jeans and semi-fit tee.

“Nothing! I just missed you.” was my casual reply.

“Oww... I missed you too.”

“Have you eaten your dinner yet?” I asked.

“O yeah, I’m full.”

“Good.” I said as I led him to my room. He followed.

When we were inside, I immediately offered him the alcohol. “Thanks” he said as he received it. It was as if he knew what I wanted. He sat on the edge of the bed while he continued to sip his drink. “You missed me huh!” he teased as he winked and released a naughty smile.

“Yeah. Why... just because you are engaged with mom doesn’t mean I can’t ask you to come.” I said as I sat beside him.

“Of course you can ask me. Anytime!”

There was a brief silence.

“I love you...” I said in a serious tone as I hurried to gulp the alcohol in my glass, not wanting to see his reaction. I wanted to get drunk instantly.

He was dumbfounded. He figured for the right words to say. But there was a deafening silence. He didn’t say anything.

When I looked at him, he was sitting still, looking down in deep thought as if he just heard the hardest question in his life.

“Ok... you don’t love me. What can I do?” I said breaking the silence.

He arched his arm around my shoulder “Miko, please understand. I have only one heart. And I can give this one heart only to your mom.”

I did not answer. I felt the surge of tears rolling down my cheeks.

“B-but if you want me, it’s ok. W-we can do this, of course... secretly.” He said as his fingers tried to wipe the tears from my face. “You can love me. It’s ok...”

I stood up, remove my clothes and faced him. “Then make me happy...”

He managed to gulp the entire contents of alcohol in his glass. Then he stood up and removed his clothes too. He faced me. He was already drunk. And… naked.

As I looked through his eyes, it was like I just met him for the first time. It seemed that my intoxication had vanished and my eyes could only admire his immaculate face, his dark and pronounced eyebrows, nice set of teeth, red beautiful lips and long pointed nose. His eyes seemed to speak; his long and wavy hair looked clean and fresh. On his muscled chest were soft hairs aligning down to his six-pack abs and navel and down to his bulge. He was in great shape; a modern-day Adonis

He stared at me. It was like eternity. I felt my heart beat so fast. Then he grabbed my hair and kissed my lips. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moaned. It was like our last kiss. I kissed him like the world will end tomorrow.

As we were kissing, we dropped our body on the bed.

I lay still there, just feeling the touch of our skins. My tongue played inside his mouth. I mounted myself on top of him. I run my lips over his chest, his nipples... I felt his hard-on with my hand and stroked it as I continued playing my lips over his navel.

Later, he pushed my head down, and so I licked his staff for a while then slotted it into my mouth and maneuvered it. I sucked it like it was my last.

A few minutes later, Marco pulled himself and reached for the lubricant.

I knew what he wanted. I grabbed the lubricant from his hand, put some on my behind and squatted on his crotch slowly and carefully. And when the whole length of his hard-on was inside me, I released a huge moan, “AHHHHHHHHHH!” as he maneuvered me from below with the upward-downward motion of his crotch.

After some minutes, he let me lie on my back, arched my legs upward on his shoulders as his arms were braced over the bed. Then he entered me, our faces directly facing each other. That was where Marco intensified his pounding. I stroked myself harder and harder, “M-marco, I’m comingggg, I’m cominggggg! Ahhhhhhh!” He sealed my lips with his lips as my semen squirted over my chest and belly. Almost instantly, he removed himself from inside me, “Ahhhh, am coming too Miko, am comingggggg! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” stroking his hard-on. I hurriedly crouched facing his c**k, my left hand held his butt while my right continued to hold my staff as my mouth sucked up every drop of his sperm.

When he was done, he reached for my mouth, our tongues played with our spit inside, savoring the taste of his semen. Then he licked my face, neck, chest, belly tasting our spilled c*m. He licked every part of my body, until his lips searched back for my lips. We hugged in total exhaustion; our bodies were wet and slimy all over with the mixture of our sperm, saliva, and sweat.

We stayed that way for a couple of minutes, caressing, kissing, hugging... No one said any word. We just felt each other while I relished that feeling only Marco can give.

Then he brushed my hair with his hand, “Miko, there is something I would like to say...”

“Go ahead...” I answered softly.

“I have to admit, I like what we did... I do. I really do.”

I released a faint smile as I placed my finger over his lips. “I know...” I whispered. “Just go to sleep.”

(To be contiunued)