Pleasure Retreat (Audio Script)

Stories

I check my phone for what must be the tenth time since I left my room. Still no signal.

I mean, that’s the whole point of going off into the wilderness, isn’t it? No outside distractions.

Well, if I can’t check my Twitter feed, at least I can have a cigarette.

Guess I’ll head back up to my room and try to finish writing this last chapter. I’ve been so unproductive today. It’s my third day at this writing retreat and I’m nowhere near as far along with my book as I want to be. Turns out it’s just as hard to get work done on a farm than in the city.

My editor is going to be so pissed when I come back after a week away with nothing but a half-finished draft of my novel and a bunch of unopened emails.

I guess it is kind of nice being away from my apartment…the subway...the traffic. Not to mention, this retreat is really highly regarded in the literary world, so, there’s a new line for my CV.

This old farm house they’ve got us staying in looks like a light wind might blow it over. It’s big and airy, with room for three residents at a time. We make all the meals communally, take turns with the chores. It’s a nice setup. Now, if I could only do what I actually came here to do…

Sounds like I’ve got a new neighbor. Oh, that’s right. Lucy mentioned there was a poet arriving today. There’s a lot of big-time writers that come to this retreat. Maybe I’ll get to share a wall with a Pulitzer-prize winner or something.

Back to work, I guess. I sit down at the huge antique wooden desk by the window and gaze out at the pasture below.

What was that?

Huh.

There it is again…I press my ear up to the wall to hear better.

Okay, that’s definitely someone moaning. Someone’s having fun in there. Only one voice, though, so I guess he’s alone. Okay, I know I should stop listening, but…this is kind of hot.

How voyeuristic of me.

I wonder what he’s doing. Is he jerking his cock? Maybe playing with his ass?

My cock throbs a little and I squeeze it through my pants.

“Oh, fuck.”

Is this wrong? Should I…not touch myself while listening to my neighbor masturbate?

I mean, he’ll never know what I’m doing. It might be a little awkward if I run into him in the hall, but…

I massage my cock through my pants. Oh, god, yeah. Let me hear you keep moaning.

Mmm, I wonder what you look like. How big your cock is…

Why am I so horny? I guess it’s been a couple weeks since I had a good climax. I’ve been so busy writing, I haven’t had any time for it.

I lean my forehead against the cool wall and drag my palm over the head of my cock. Fuck, yeah…you sound so turned on. Keep going…

I squeeze the little ridge on the underside of my cock and tease the head with my thumb.

“Oh, fuck. Yeah...”

“Hey...”

Shit. Did he just…did he just say something?

“You there?”

Oh, shit. He must have heard me. I guess I was being kinda loud…

“You want to join me? Come to my room…”

I stay still and think for a moment. He said to come to his room, didn’t he? If I heard him incorrectly, then it’s going to be really awkward if I show up next door with a raging hard-on. Then again, if I heard him right…I’ve got a good thing coming my way.

I’m…almost positive he said ‘come to my room'. I hook up and cruise now and again, but…this is bold, even for me.

This is fucking crazy…but here goes nothing.

“Come in.”

You’re reclining back on the small full-size bed. Your cock is out and you’ve got one hand wrapped around the thick base. So, I was right. You’re just as hot as your voice makes you sound.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Sorry I was a bit loud…though it seems like you don’t mind much.”

You bite down on your bottom lip and nod for me to join you on the bed.

“Maybe you could… help me out…?”

I look you up and down. Your messy hair falls into your face and your wireframe glasses highlight your dark eyes. Mm, I’d love nothing more than to help you out with that huge boner.

I slowly lower down and situate myself between your legs. I…can’t believe I’m doing this. This feels more like some late-night fantasy I’d make up while jerking off than real life.

I reach for your cock and wrap my hand around your thick shaft.

I pump my hand slowly up and down…

“So…you’re my neighbor, huh?”

“Yeah, you know, just here to finish up my novel.”

I drag my thumb over the slit of your dick. You’re already nice and worked up. Your cock is moist with pre-passion. I gather a little bead leaking from the tip and spread it down your shaft.

I wet my lips and quickly seal them over your cock.

Mmm, I love the way you fill up my mouth. I slide forward, taking you further into my mouth until the head of your cock meets the back of my throat.

“Oh, fuck. Right there...”

I’m making a mess, saliva, and precum dripping down my chin. I can get a little sloppy sometimes.

“Do you...wanna fuck?”

“God, yeah.”

I fumble in my back pocket and pull out my wallet. I know I’ve got a condom stashed in here somewhere…

I bend down and kiss you softly, breaking the ice.

Your tongue strokes mine and licks into my mouth. You break away to turn over and stick your ass out towards me.

I give my cock a few hard tugs with one hand as you and I pull your pants down with the other. This is so exciting. The rush of it. It’s making me so hard. I pull your boxers down to your knees and draw you backward by your hips. My cock presses up against your ass.

“Ah, fuck yes. Get in me. ”

I find your entrance with my finger and circle it. It’s a little tight, but starts to loosen as I work it.

“Right there, right there...”

I stick my finger in my mouth to lube it up before pushing the tip inside of you.

I work my finger in… all the way to the first knuckle. There you go… now you’re loosening up for me. Your muscles are relaxing. Mmm, I can go even further now. I use a mix of spit and precum to get my cock nice and wet. I push the tip against you and slowly… glide… in.

Fuck, yes, that’s so good. I slip in a little further. Further. I pump harder…in and out of you. Oh, fuck…your ass completely envelops my cock. You clamp down on my dick, squeezing it tightly. You feel so fucking good. I hold your hips tight as you press your face into the pillow.

“Fuck, harder...”

“Yeah, yeah! That's good...”

My balls slap against your ass as I thrust in and out. Fuck, I’m so turned on it almost hurts. The friction of our bodies feels so good.

“You like that?”

“Yeah, just like that!”

I spread your cheeks apart with my hands to get my cock in as deep as possible. The area where my cock meets your ass is moist and sticky. It’s fucking perfect.

“Fuck, you feel incredible!”

I reach around your hips and grab your cock with one hand. I jerk it and smear your pre-passion all over your shaft. You’re rock hard. And based on those noises you’re making, I bet you’re gonna passion any second now. I’m not too far behind.

“C'mon, let me see you passion!”

“Soon, soon. Almost there, almost...”

I jerk you off faster, my thighs pressing against yours. Fuck, fuck, I’m so close!

“This what you needed, huh? Someone to fuck this tight ass and stroke your cock?

”

“Yeah, yeah! Keep going!”

Fuck, fuck. So close...

Oh…shit…

Mm, trembling inside of you… felt… incredible. I slowly pull out and get to my feet. I peel the condom off and toss it in the trash before lying down on the bed next to you.

“Wow. Um, thank you?”

“You're welcome. Um...so you're a writer too, huh?”

“Yeah, came here to work on a new book of poems.”

“Well, um, I hope this gave you some good inspiration.”

“It definitely did. And you? You said you’re working on a novel?

”

“Yeah. But, clearly, I’m having some trouble concentrating.

”

“Well…I find that expelling some sexual energy tends to help me focus.”

“That so? Well, I’ll test that theory. And…if I’m still feeling uninspired…then I’ll just have to come knocking again.

”

“My door’s always open.”