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The Jersey Devil by snackattack

"Where am I?" I said, as I suddenly plunked down in the bucket seat of a fast moving car. "Mornin' sunshine." Said the little brown gremlin beside me. I screamed and put up my hands as we ran over a fire hydrant. The amber street lights washed over us fast, like some distorted stop motion film. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you crazy?!" The little creature flashed a smile. "Maybe. I'm a monster, though. So it's kinda a moot point." He took the car through another hairpin turn while I not so discreetly cried and wet myself. He looked at me again and rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Mike. Nothing's going to happen to you. We're just gonna get some munchies at the liquor store, then back to your place." "My place? What do you mean my place? And how do you know my name?" "Still a little fuzzy, eh? I guess a concussion will do that to you. Listen, you know me. We met last night. Well, you met me. I already knew you. But the important thing to remember is that you weren't such a pussy before you got that concussion so just calm down and trust me. I'm your friend. And you're gonna do just what I say, and you'll have a great time." He reached his hand up to slap my cheek lightly. "Got it?" "Get yer paws offa me!" I said swatting his hands away. I didn't know which of us was crazy now, but I was glad to see the lights of the store come into view, before screaming once again as he power slided into the lot.

The flourescent light of the Q-Mart did little to illuminate the fuzziness of the night's events. It only served to improve the contrast and give me a slight headache. The little gremlin's big ears stood up stiffly, each pierced with a golden loop of earring, and his mean eyes shifted back and forth. "Grab everything you can." "But I." "Just do it."

"Hey you guys gotta pay for that stuff!" The cashier yelled as the little beast nudged me toward the door. The beast bared two rows of sharp little fangs and hissed, and the big bald man in the stained apron jumped back. "Oh shit it's the Jersey Devil!" Even though it was a cool night, I was sweating as we left. He came out with two armfuls of junk food and a couple of candy bars crammed in mouth, wrapper end sticking out. "Why did you get all the condoms and lube?" I asked "Hehe, you'll see." I liked the fact that my new friend could pull off a ballsy stunt like that with no consequences. It helped to have friends in low places. I just wished I didn't feel like he knew so much more than me about my situation. It made me feel... disadvantaged.

Back at my place we dumped my stuff on the ground, and made for the fridge. I grabbed a nice big jar of weed I keep in there and got to work rolling a blunt with one of the Swishers we grabbed at the store. "Here, let me," He said, pushing me aside, "You go get us some beers." "Can do capitan" I said, ripping open the 30 pack and pulling out a couple of glass bottles of the good stuff. "It's too bad they didn't have any kegs." "Cheers. To new friends!" I said, raising a glass, "Yeah, hehe, to 'new' friends," He said. I didn't like his tone. I didn't like it at all. We watched some tv and shot the shit, but as we did this, I noticed him staring at me rather strangely. I'm sure I was throwing some looks at him too, I mean it's not every day you chill with a brown gremlin. I was hoping this wasn't some fight club shit and he was part of my imagination. I liked his bad attitude though. That and his wicked appearance were kinda hot, despite his small size. What the fuck was I thinking? Loneliness had clearly driven me mad. He was staring at me long and hard, then he slowly said, "I'm...gonna go take a leak." He kicked his legs out in a leap to the floor and padded off toward the bathroom. Well a least he was housebroken, I thought. I wonder how he pees. I didn't notice anything between his legs before now, and he's not wearing any clothes.... I decided to sneak a peek. I edged my way to the door which he left open, and saw to my surprise he really did have all the equipment down there. I don't know where it came from but there it was. "You done looking, faggot?" He called over his shoulder, and I quickly pulled back flat against the wall, my heart beating in my chest. I rushed back to the living room, grabbed a bear and plopped down on the couch, in a nonchalant pose, resting on one elbow for his return. I did my best to adjust and hide my painfully raging erection with a bag of chips but it didn't really help. He padded back in, looking at me in a pissed off sort of way. "Yeah, real subtle, Jake. You sick fucker." I gave him my best 'who me' look but he just knocked away the bag of chips, stared pointedly at my erection and back at my face, letting me know my act wasn't fooling anyone. I noticed his penis was still swinging low. "Hey, dude, put that gun away before it accidentally goes off. You could put someone's eye out with that thing." I chuckled, nervously. "What's wrong, don't you like it?" he said, thrusting his hips obscenely in my direction. "Where do you even keep that thing? I thought you were asexual or something." "I'm a supernatural being, I can make things appear and disappear at will. I would normally have left it out, I do love free balling, but I can't get enough of your face when you see it for the first time." "Wait, what?" "Oh yeah, we've done this many times, Jake. You just don't remember." "...Done...what?" I said slowly, beginning to feel my heart beat again. "You'll see." He said, flashing that wicked grin again as he came toward me. "Get away from me, you freak!" I said, throwing my beer at him. It hit him on the head but didn't even faze him. He just continued advancing. "Come on, Jake, let's see what you're hiding under those pants of yours." With that he jumped up on the couch and lunged for my pants, cutting a small gash in each side with his claws and ripping them right off like they were stripper pants. "Hehe, that's right, be afraid. Be very afraid." His laughter was not scary. In fact, it was almost giddy. I had to chuckle a little myself at the absurdity of it all. "Hehe, you're just too fun to mess with," He said. "Now grab the lube." I hesitated but when he flashed fangs and rested a claw against my ball sac, I jumped to attention and ran to grab the goods. I hoped he would be gentle. "Now you're gonna fuck me," He said, "And you better fuck me good, or I'm gonna rip your balls off. Get it?" A power bottom. Figured. I was already raging so it wasn't hard - I mean not difficult - to get in the mood. I just looked at the cute little devil before me taking it all in. His sharp teeth. His mean eyes. His big ears with the rings. His nice plump ass and cock. He looked so dangerous yet so vulnerable prone like that. "Stop staring, and get it over with, creep." I snapped out of it and ripped open a condom packet, unrolling the condom over my hard dick. Then I squirted a little lube on my finger tip and rubbed it against his hole massaging around it and slowly adding pressure. "What are you waiting for, pussy? Stick it in!" I stuck in a finger, then two. He was tight but oh so stretchy. It was like he was made of elastic or something. I decided to hell with it and dribbled a little lube straight on my dick. ooh that's cold! I pressed the tip against his hole and started to say "Are you read-" when my dick was suddenly sucked in like a vacuum. "Sweet jesus!" I yelled as his hot hole closed tight around my member. I pulled back just to have my cock sucked back in to the hilt. He was totally controlling me with his hole, and I loved it! He smiled a cocky grin. "You like that, lover boy? Because we're gonna be busy for a long time. With that he pushed me onto my back and started bouncing up and down on my cock. I moaned out nearly screaming at the torturous pleasure of it. He started really picking up pace and moaning.

We did this for hours and every time I thought I reached my peak the feeling could kick up a notch to the next level. I was ready to burst out of my skin, it was just too much. It was him, he was using some power to keep me from cumming. He was moaning and drooling and looking cute as hell riding my cock. "Please let me cum, please!" I screamed, as my bloated purple balls screamed for release. "Not til' I'm satisfied," the devil said. "When will that be?" "At 12:05" "that was hours ago!" "No it's not, check the time!" I looked over at the microwave and realized only five minutes had passed since we'd got home. "How the fuck?" "I can control time. And it's gonna be a long time before we're done!" "Noooooo!!!!" I yelled as my breath was ripped from me under another flurry of bounces from the little demon. Years later, we were both finally spent, and the time ticked 12:06 on the clock. "Well I'd love to stay and cuddle, faggot, but I've got business to attend to." "But we just met..." I said "No worries we'll do this again tomorrow night. The same as we've been doing every night for the past two years. Oh, right. this is the part where I make you forget." "You wh- ahhh.." I zoned out as he passed his hand over my eyes, and took my memories away from me. For one shining moment I remembered every moment we'd ever spent, endless nights of wreckless antics, zoning out on junk food and weed, and burning it all off in marathon fuck sessions. And in an instant it was all gone, I came to on my couch covered in candy wrappers. Another lonely night at the apartment. One of these nights I'll get out and do something interesting. One night.