The Great Gatsby Dialectical Journal

“You’re hurt,” Tom stated, his laconic responses beginning to grate on Booker’s nerves. “He hurt you.”

His voice trailed off, his shame rendering his speechless. How could he explain the fear and confusion he’d felt the first time his brother had stroked his penis through his gym shorts? There were no words to articulate the titillating sensation pulsating through his groin, his body’s awakening fighting for dominance over the guilt and shame screaming inside his head. Eventually, his inner voice won the battle, and his mind took him to his happy place so he wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment. But by shutting down, he’d given Will the green light to proceed, and by the time his prepubescent mind had sorted through his conflicting emotions, he had no idea how to rebuff Will’s advances. Time moved forward, and he remained trapped in a cycle of escalating abuse, unable or unwilling to speak out in case he hurt his brother’s feelings. But all that had changed the moment Booker called him a freak, and although he hadn’t realized it at the time, the public humiliation was the wake-up call he needed to take control of his life. He had found his voice and finally said no...not that it had done him any good. His audacious rebellion had resulted in him spending two days chained to sink, and the sexual

With a weary grunt, Booker shifted the bag of groceries in his arms and kicked his apartment door closed with his foot. He had planned to be home early so he take Tom out to dinner as a birthday surprise, but as usual, work had ruined his plans. When he had rung Tom and explained that he would be home late, he had expected him to react moodily, but instead, he had received a sympathetic response. It was a sign that their relationship was now on stable footing. Tom was more open about his feelings, and they argued less about the trivialities of everyday life; they were moving forward.

Booker struggled to suppress a laugh as he pretended to ponder the significance of Tom’s reaction. “Well, you let Penhall hug you all the time,” he replied slowly, his brow furrowing in contemplation, and when Tom did not answer, he waggled his eyebrows suggestively as his mouth widened into a huge, teasing grin. “Is there something going on between the two of you that I should know about?”

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

Paul hushed him with a gentle kiss, never tiring of the sensation. He rid himself of his own pants, now as revealed as the other. Joseph took the fingers that were cupping his face into his mouth, rolling his tongue over each of the digits diligently. Paul let out a deep groan “My god Warren, one day I’m gonna have to put that mouth of yours to good use.” Joseph smirked around his fingers, running his tongue along the side of his middle finger. The fingers were pulled away and his mouth was busied with kissing along Paul’s neck. Paul pushed his legs out wider “You still wanna keep going?” He asked softly, because if they were going to do this, they both had to want it. Joseph nodded quickly “Oh god yes. You have no idea” And with that, Paul slid a finger in slowly, making sure to make it more pleasurable than painful. When Joseph was comfortable he added another finger, stretching him out slowly. Joseph arched his back, moaning at the unfamiliar sensation and trying to adjust to the odd feeling. Paul stroked the smaller man’s cock gently as he spread his fingers, Joseph rocking into his touch, so lost in the feeling, he almost didn’t notice the third finger slide in next to the others. Once he was open enough, Paul slicked himself up and pushed in slowly, rolling his hips. Warren clung to him, eyes clenched shut in pain and

Startled by the unexpected contact, Booker pulled back, a flicker of surprise widening his eyes. “Tommy—”

“A-Augh…” Tyler’s face was flushed a deep crimson red as his sensitive spots were prodded at over and over again. To hold back any more moans, Tyler pressed his hands against his mouth, forming an X as his head tilted back, unbeknownst revealing more of the supple flesh Zach desired so. A soft and airy moan floated through his fingertips. “N-No more, Zach…” Tyler mumbled.

Loud cheering sounded through the TV’s speakers, and Booker watched in horror as the camera panned down, revealing a side-on view of him enthusiastically sucking on Tom’s cock. Tears filled his eyes, and he covered his ears so he would not have to hear Hanson’s terrified voice crying, “Stop, Dennis! Oh, God! Please stop! Don’t! Don’t! DON’T!”

He could sense he was about to take the blame for his and Tom’s progressing relationship and sticking his legs straight out in front of him, he folded his arms defensively across his chest. “So?” he muttered, his lower lip pushing into a moody pout. “A few kisses never hurt

Like her brother, Valerie’s breathes came out warm and heavy as she let the ecstasy of their mating work it’s way through her system. “I missed you,” Valerie explained, her brother’s warm breath gently brushing her ear. Valerie bit her lower lip as she felt her brother shift above her, pulling his erect shaft out of her stretched, sensitive neither lips, sending his pearly seed to join Valerie’s own sexual juices in the carpet.

Grunts, groans and gasps accompanied the gnashing of his teeth as his his teeth broke the skind of her neck, and salty blood entered his mouth. However, as with all else except the sensations of his cock buried in her pussy as he violated her with ever increasing energy, Tom was not aware of it. And it wasn't even so much the sensations, as it was the reasons behind it, and the innate knowledge that he was fucking brutally fucking this woman, completely oblivious

Booker had the grace to blush a deep crimson, but despite his embarrassment, his lip curled into a sneer. “Love?” he mocked with a hollow laugh. “You sick, delusional bastard. You treated me like a whore. What the fuck do you know about love?”

Heat flared in the pit of Booker’s stomach, and sitting up, he unscrewed the cap of the small tube, and liberally coated his fingers in the oily substance, his eyes never leaving Tom’s intense gaze. Tossing the lube onto

Exhausted, Mal collapsed to one side. Tom took his place, the pungent aroma of hot sex assaulting his senses. Holding onto his cock he popped the tip in and out teasing her, driving her crazy for it. Just as she thought she couldn't take any more he thrust deep within making her gasp with each stroke, her whole existence focused on the cock invading her.