Bruno, in a Room (Bruno Part 3)

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Cash, not credit, had paid for a room in a dingy motel converted from a church. Bruno’s new apartment wasn’t ready, and this place was damn near giving booze away to attract tenants.

Stripping naked, he lay down.

It was too quiet, and quiet would make him dry out like dehydrated figs, ending all reason to his move up here after driving through ten states. To kill this silent ringing, the TV was turned on, and Bruno wasn’t surprised to find only two channels: the weather, and a porno.

He sighed, and settled on the adult film.

Watching the dead fucking fueled such deep desire to hold them both and heal. The woman’s tits sagged like moldy pumpkins and felt familiar to his insides, as did the man thrusting away forlornly, angrily.

Still, his cock responded. It always did. It always, always did.

Dim light from the TV laced with static cast a shadow on his 8 inches, and it was a full 8 inches, even on a cold day. Even when he hated it so much he couldn’t look at it, it was a full, god damned 8 inches.

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Comments (4 so far!)

  1. Avatar Escapist

    This chapter (and the next, when it is written) are sexually explicit, but trust me when I say it is necessary to be explicit to get to the bottom of Bruno’s psyche and his story. I wouldn’t include it if it wasn’t important!

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Did you mark it ‘mature’? I didn’t notice if you did or not.

    Gritty story telling here, but it feels very real and not overly done for the sake of being racy.

  3. Avatar Escapist

    I did mark it “mature,” thank you for checking though! And thank you for the feedback.

    I’m very glad to hear you don’t think it’s trying to be racy. I was hesitant to even take the story this far, but it’s so necessary for how the story will end up playing out. I’m not trying to write erotica here (not that there’s anything wrong with that). I’m just trying to shed some light on this person’s very human experience.

  4. Avatar JonB

    Dehydrated figs and mouldy pumpkins – glad to see that the food metaphors are still running through this.

    This is intense, and well written, and altogether too stark and real to be racy. Great stuff.

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