Chapter 3: All by Yourself, Handsome?

 

Formaggio sat alone at the bar with his drink, bored and playing with the bottle in his hand. Earlier, he had come to the bar hoping for a quick fuck from a pretty or handsome face, but the women’s faces looked similar, and the guys weren’t attractive. Even when he got desperate and asked, he got rejected. God, he’d been so horny since he had this dream about an ogre. He had a hard-on right now, thinking about him.

Formaggio began touching the bulge in his pants. Fuck, I’ll whip it out. I don’t give a fuck anymore, he thought, unzipping his pants. I’ll just kill whoever sees me.

Someone from the bar screamed, causing him to look.

“It’s an ogre!” someone shouted.

The rest of the bar cleared out using the fire exit. Now the ogre and Formaggio were the only ones.

“You!” they both said simultaneously.

“Me?” they said at the same time again.

“You first.”

“Damn it!”

“I’m Shrek.”

“I’m Formaggio.”

“Well, that’s out of the way,” the ogre said. His eyes wandered down. “Someone’s horny.”

“Shit, I didn’t know my cock was out. I—” Shrek gripped it with his calloused hands, causing him to squeak. It hurt, but it felt so good. “Oh fuck! So tight! Mmm, let go!” Blood rushed to his cheeks, causing him to flush.

Shrek lessened his grip on him and began stroking his length, eyeing his cock. “Oh, but you’re enjoying it. Why stop here?”

“Wh-what about the others?”

“Did you forget they ran out of the bar?” Shrek’s thumb rubbed the tip.

God, he was melting in his hands. “Good. Fuck them. Have we met before? Call me crazy, but I’ve seen you in a dream.”

Shrek smiled and looked into his eyes. “And what did you see in your dream?”

“We were in a dark alleyway, and you held me close. You smelled like onion. You still do, by the way. You grabbed my ass, and we kissed wildly. Then you stripped me naked and shoved your monster cock inside of me. Fuck, my legs were shaking when you pulled out. Why does it feel so real?” Formaggio’s eyes dropped a tear. “Please, do what you want with me. Take me here right now if you must!”

He remembers, Shrek said to himself. He mashed his lips against his. The ogre hurried to remove Formaggio’s clothing and threw him on the wooden floor, slightly hurting the redhead. Formaggio eagerly spread his legs and stroked himself. “You’re such a beautiful whore. Did I pay you for your services in your dream?”

“Yeah, you did. Can I see your cock?”

Shrek tossed his pants on the bar counter.

“Oh shit,” Formaggio commented, drooling. “Can I touch it, please?”

“All yours to play with, my dear.”

Formaggio crawled to the ogre’s veiny cock and touched it. It was warm and so big. He can barely wrap his hands around it. Formaggio kissed the tip of his cock before lovingly licking it. His precum tasted like onions and was slightly salty, but he loved the taste of it. Believing his hands were too tiny to give Shrek a proper hand job, his hands moved over to his hairy balls, causing the ogre to moan.

“Babe,” Shrek said, “we don’t have much time. The fire department might come over here. Make a choice: oral or anal? Quick, or I’ll choose for you.”

“Ah, oral.”

And without warning, Shrek shoved a few inches in his mouth. Tears filled Formaggio’s eyes, but he tried to please him, tongue swirling around the tip.

“Come on,” Shrek complained. “We don’t have time!”

Formaggio took a few more inches inside of him, bobbing his head when he thought it was all he could take. He tried making eye contact with the ogre, and he seemed pleased, judging from his closed eyes and moans. Shrek patted his head, making the redhead feel loved. Then Formaggio wondered how much of Shrek’s cock was inside and looked at the ogre’s public hair. Half of it was inside. Shrek’s hands then grabbed Formaggio’s head, forcing him to take all of it in. He was full of cock, and it was choking him. Tears began to fall. He couldn’t take it anymore and vomited, causing the ogre to withdraw. There goes the spaghetti he had.

“I wasn’t even close to coming,” Shrek said. “I don’t hear the sirens yet, so I’ll do anal.”

Formaggio stared at the ceiling, unable to respond, but he could feel Shrek’s cock inside him. He cried again because it hurt and of how much he loved Shrek. He couldn’t even feel his legs. The only thing Formaggio could feel was the ogre’s thrusts, which made him moan despite the soreness in his throat. Shrek almost hit his spot, but he couldn’t speak. He wanted to guide him but was too weak to. Then he hit. His vision turned white as he orgasmed, but after orgasming, he felt Shrek pull out. Shrek didn’t cum inside, or maybe he must’ve had a condom on. Then Formaggio felt something warm, wet, and stinky on his stomach and chest, but he was too tired to figure out what it was. He fell asleep.