So I was watching 1 Girl 5 Gays on Logo last night and early this morning (it's my ritual, it's always how I end up falling asleep) and one of the questions was: "How do you want to die?"  Well, I sort of chuckled because one of the things that I've always told people that know me is that I wanted to die right in the middle of having the best orgasm of my life.  Yes, it may be traumatic for my partner, and very selfish of me, but....what a way to go right?

Anyway, we know how my little overachieving, energetic little brain likes to work and the next thing you know I had a new idea for a web story (because I'm not sure if I'm going to make it into a book just yet) where one of the MCs, Duan, is the partner who is left behind after losing his partner in that way.  I mean, how traumatized would a person be after that?  How would that affect their future relationships and even more than that...how do you explain that to the police?  As those questions went through my head I discovered my other MC, Joshua, the police officer called onto the scene.  Anyone else see the potential for drama, suspense and even more fun...some hot, steamy, man-on-man sex with a uniform, some handcuffs and a really nice police cruiser?

Oh is that just me?

Well alright then.

Anyway, I'm going to start writing that and I'll post a new installment on Monday and Friday.  But here's a little something to get the story started:



"That's right baby, give it to me.  I want to feel you come all over my cock and then I'm going to fill you up so much that you're going to feel me for days," Alexander grunted in Duan's ear as he pounded his cock deeper into his ass.

"Oh shit, baby," Duan moaned, his limbs shaking as he felt his orgasm slowly begin to rush over him.

"Hell yeah," Alexander groaned as he brought his hand down and slapped Duan's right butt cheek.  Duan felt his body jerk from the force of the hit but groaned when the tingling sensation spread throughout his body.  Alexander knew that he loved to be spanked while the other man fucked him and he thoroughly enjoyed using that to his advantage.  "You want me to come in this black ass don't you?  This sexy chocolate body is mine isn't it?" Alexander asked through gritted teeth.

Duan was so lost in the throes of his own lust that the sound of Alexander's pain did not register with him and so he answered happily as he felt himself being dragged under by the force of his orgasm.  "Yes Alex!  Yes!  All yours!" he yelled out, certain that his next door neighbors were once again going to be calling the police on them.  He couldn't understand them, at first he'd thought their issue was because he was black, but they were genuinely nice to the other black couple in the building, so then he wondered if it was because Alexander was white, but then he saw how the other interracial couples were welcomed.  So he figured it had to be the gay thing, but then there was another gay couple that had moved in right across the hall and everyone loved them. So maybe it really was just that he and Alex could be a tad enthusiastic when they were making love.

"Ffuuuuucccckkkk," he heard Alexander groan before the bigger man collapsed on top of him.

Duan giggled and wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Alexander.  He loved his big, strong man.  He'd always been attracted to bigger men.  Maybe it was because he was short and thin, but whatever it was, he loved the feeling of a bigger man inside of him, holding him...crushing him into the bed after he'd had an orgasm.  Duan began pushing at Alexander and chuckling under his breath, very aware that it seemed as though the other man was still hard inside of him.

"Alex, baby.  You're crushing me," he laughed as he tapped the bigger man on his shoulder.  When Alexander didn't stir or make any type of noise, he tried again.  "Seriously Alex..." He looked up at the opened, glassy gaze of his partner of five years.  "Alex?" he whispered.  Pushing with all of his might, he rolled Alexander over in the bed and lifted himself off of the other man's fully erect penis.

"Alex?  Stop playing with me," he chastised the other man, lightly tapping his cheek.  When Alex still didn't respond he smacked his face harder.  "Alex?!  Alex?  Please baby!  Please say something!  Say something to me!!  Alex?  ALEX!!!!" he screamed, tears streaming down his face as the reality of the situation hit him.

Alexander was dead.  He'd died fucking Duan.  He'd died in the middle of an orgasm.

Duan had killed his partner.

Picking up the phone with a shaking hand, he dialed 911.  When he heard the delicate, female voice of the 911 operator he felt a sense of numbness wash over him and he responded in the only way he knew how.

"Please send over the ambulance.  My partner is dead.  I think I just killed him."