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thoughts on gooner!art

HE is peak gooner!Art to me….. pretty little 2006 Art :(((

he was a gooner before it was even a thing. he gets his own laptop from his grandmother on his eighteenth birthday and with that comes totally PRIVATE internet search history. and it doesn’t help that Patrick’s gift to Art is taking him to a sex shop in the seedy part of town to help him buy his first pocket pussy (which Art vehemently argued against… he thought Patrick was taking him to Taco Bell).

it’s a perfect storm. He doesn’t want to use the toy. really. It’s perverted and weird. It stays in its box under his bed, because he can’t just throw a gift away!

but ik his pornhub history is CRAZY. A private laptop gives him the freedom to just go apeshit. When Patrick’s out at a tournament that Art didn’t qualify for he spends his whole day watching porn. He’s not even edging on purpose… he doesn’t even know what that is. He’s just… practicing! To last longer! And it feels too good when he’s drawing it out— a delicious ache and thrum of need when he brings himself to the edge and just stops.

And then there’s the toy. His hand feels good, but he’s been sitting on the edge for hours and he wants more. He turns on an hour long creampie compilation and finally takes the pocket pussy out of the box. He doesn’t even have to use any more lube— he’s already all slick from precum and hand lotion, so the toy makes a wet schlick schlick schlick sound as he uses it to pump his cock.

he’d get soooo brainless with it. Immediately loses all sense that he’s in a dorm and gets so loud— moaning and whining as he fucks into the tight silicon, because it feels so much better than his hand. Probably even talks like he’s actually fucking someone— so tight, oh god, you feel so good, squeezing me so tight, oh fuck, faster, faster, fuck, fuck— bucking his hips up so he can fuck into the toy. The pretty pink head of his cock peeks out the end of the pocket pussy with each thrust, glistening with pre.

Poor thing forgets he’s even trying to edge. His head is just filled with the sloppy sounds of porn playing over his shitty laptop speakers, with the overwhelming sensation of something slight and tight pumping his cock. He’s so close, the feeling is hot in his lower stomach. He’s been building to this for hours, and it’s so intense it fucking scares him.

“Oh fuck, ’m gonna— gonna cum so hard— fuck— gonna… nnnghh— yeah, yeah, oh fuck, fuck— take it, yeah, fuck— cumming— cumming—“

And he’s spilling thick ropes into the silicon, eyes rolling back, doubling over as he bucks deeper into the toy. He cums so much it dribbles out around the end, dripping down his pretty shaft and to his balls. Poor thing had never come that much in his entire life.

His heart is pounding, he’s panting like he’s run a marathon. He pulls the toy off and more cum pours out. His softening cock plops against his tummy with a soft smack, and he tries to come back to earth.

His blackberry buzzes on the beside table, Patrick checking in. Are you surviving without me? And Art thinks he’d be fine with Patrick having a few more weekends away.

His laptop keeps playing the video and his cock twitches against his tummy, still slick and messy with cum and lube. Five more minutes— Maybe ten— and he’d get back to it. He has to take advantage of his alone time, doesn’t he?

baby daddy patrick texts perchance?

YES YES he is a girl dad bc i said so

(super corny bc i cant figure out how to be funny w/out being cringe)