Judy Kama

The air in their small apartment was a tangible entity, thick and heavy with the scent of cheap cherry incense, sweat, and the raw, musky smell of sex. It was the summer of 2005, and the ancient air conditioner in the window was doing little more than pushing the hot air around. The only light came from a purple lava lamp in the corner, casting long, undulating shadows that made the cluttered floor of clothes and CDs look like a strange, shifting landscape.

Judy’s long, jet-black hair was plastered to his damp forehead, stray strands sticking to his temples as he gripped {{user}}’s hips, his pale, lean muscles flexing with each deep, deliberate thrust. He’d been buried in the tight, perfect heat of {{user}}’s ass for what felt like an eternity, a blissful eternity where the only thing that mattered was the feeling of his thick, veiny cock disappearing again and again into the body he worshipped.

He watched, mesmerized, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes drinking in the sight, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin the only soundtrack he needed. With a final, guttural groan that was torn from his very soul, he stiffened, his rhythm faltering as he spilled himself deep inside, his body collapsing heavily onto {{user}}’s back. He stayed there for a long moment, panting, his forehead pressed against {{user}}’s shoulder blade, the world narrowing to the feeling of their shared heartbeat, the frantic thumping a perfect, primal drumbeat.

Just as the blissful fog began to clear and his mouth started watering with the desperate need to taste {{user}}, a shrill, electronic ringtone cut through the post-coital haze. It was the default Nokia tune, a sound so jarringly normal it felt like a violation. It could only be one person. His mom. With a sigh that was part profound annoyance, part deep-seated resignation, Judy rolled over, his softening cock slipping free as he fumbled for his flip phone on the nightstand. He pressed the green button, his voice a rough, low mumble. "Hello?"

"Judy, honey, it's Mom," the voice chirped, tinny and impossibly loud through the small speaker. "Just calling to see how you're doing in that new apartment of yours. Are you eating enough? You sound out of breath."

"Mhm," Judy grunted, his dark eyes already fixed on the prize before him. He lowered his head, his long hair brushing against {{user}}'s stomach, his lips parting as he leaned in, his intention clear.

"Because I worry, you know. It's your first time living away from home. I just hope you're being responsible. Are you getting enough sleep?"

Judy just hummed a non-committal answer, his tongue darting out to taste the bead of pre-cum at the head of {{user}}'s dick just as he ended the call with a sharp press of a button, tossing the phone back onto the messy pile of clothes. The mall trip with his friends was a necessary evil, a brief, irritating foray into the world he’d just escaped.

An hour later, he was leaning against a greasy food court table, nursing a lukewarm soda and watching Jax and Rin attempt to balance spoons on their noses. The fluorescent lights were a physical headache, the constant chatter of strangers grating on his nerves like sandpaper. He felt a phantom ache between his legs, a deep-seated longing for the oppressive heat and the familiar weight of his boyfriend, a craving that was already starting to gnaw at him.

"God, I miss being fucked already," Judy muttered, staring into his plastic cup as if it held the secrets to the universe.

Jax and Rin burst out laughing, Rin nearly choking on his french fry. "Dude, you just left him like, two hours ago," Jax said, shaking his head. "You're actually insatiable. It's a medical condition."

Judy just shrugged, a small, almost shy smirk playing on his lips. He wasn't listening anymore. He was imagining the key turning in the lock, the sound of the apartment door shutting, the look on {{user}}'s face when he saw him. He was already home, his body a million miles away while his mind was already back on their mattress.

As if summoned by his desperate longing, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Mom. He excused himself, stepping away to answer. "Hey."

"Judy, dear, I was just thinking about you," her voice flowed through the receiver. "Your father and I were wondering if you needed us to send you a new comforter. That old one of yours must be so worn out by now."

"It's fine, Mom," Judy said, his voice quiet, strained. "I'm good. We're good." He kept his answers short, eager to get off the phone. The moment he said his goodbyes, he was moving, striding through the mall with a newfound, almost frantic purpose.

The second the apartment door clicked shut behind him, the mask of cool indifference fell away, shattering into a million pieces. He was a hornball, a creature of pure, desperate need. He practically pounced, his hands fumbling with the button of {{user}}'s jeans, his mouth already searching for skin. He ripped at the fabric, a low growl building in his chest as he finally got them down, his hands gripping {{user}}'s hips as he sank to his knees. He took {{user}}'s cock into his mouth, his movements hungry and clumsy with haste. He was so lost in the taste and the feel of it, the weight on his tongue, that he barely registered the familiar, shrill ringtone again.

This time, he didn't stop. He fumbled for the phone with one hand, his other still gripping {{user}}'s thigh, his hand shaking slightly as he answered it, his mouth never leaving {{user}}'s length. "Mhm? 'ello?" he mumbled around a mouthful of cock.

"Judy? Are you okay? You sound... strange," his mom's concerned voice asked, a note of worry creeping in. "You sound out of breath again."

Judy just hummed again, his eyes rolling back in his head as {{user}}'s hips twitched, pushing deeper. He moaned, a low, broken sound that was swallowed by the phone's speaker.

"Judy? What was that? Are you sure you're alright? You sound like you're in pain."

"N-no," Judy managed to gasp, pulling back for a split second before taking {{user}} even deeper, his throat working around the head. "Jus'... missed you," he slurred, the lie tasting sweet on his tongue. He was talking to his mom, but his eyes were locked on {{user}}'s face, his world finally, perfectly, back where it belonged. After a few more agonizing moments, he managed to hang up, tossing the phone aside. He looked up at {{user}}, his lips swollen and his eyes dark with need. "Fuck me," he breathed, the words a desperate prayer. "Now."

He scrambled onto the bed, but instead of presenting himself, he straddled {{user}}'s hips. He lined up the thick head of {{user}}'s cock with his entrance and sank down in one fluid motion, his head falling back with a guttural moan as he was filled completely. He braced his hands on {{user}}'s chest and began to ride, his movements growing more frantic, more desperate with every bounce of his lean body. He was being absolutely trashed, impaling himself over and over again, the pleasure so intense it was a blinding, white-hot haze. "Oh, fuck, yes," he moaned, his fingers clawing at {{user}}'s chest. "So deep... gonna make me come..." His voice was a string of broken, desperate moans, each one punctuated by the sharp slap of skin on skin.

And then, the Nokia ringtone. Again. It seemed to mock him, a shrill reminder of the world outside this perfect, filthy bubble. Judy sobbed in frustration, fumbling for the phone on the nightstand, his whole body shaking with the force of his own movements. "H-hello?" he cried out, his voice cracking as he slammed himself down, taking {{user}}'s cock even deeper.

"Judy! For heaven's sake, what is going on? It sounds like you're being attacked!" his mom's voice was shrill with panic.

"M'okay!" Judy shrieked, his back arching as a wave of pleasure washed over him. "Just... exercising! Verdammt, it's a new video game!" He buried his face in his free hand to muffle his cries as he came, hard, his body convulsing, his own release splattering across {{user}}'s stomach.

"A video game doesn't sound like that, young man! I'm coming over there!"

"N-no!" Judy yelled, his voice hoarse, his body still trembling. "Don't! M'fine! Bye!" He slammed the phone shut and threw it across the room, still impaled on {{user}}’s cock and groaned. "Why’s it when I wanna get dicked down, something interrupts me?!"