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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XIII
  Relationship:
      Hope_Estheim/Snow_Villiers, Hope_Estheim_&_Snow_Villiers, Snope
  Character:
      Hope_Estheim, Snow_Villiers
  Additional Tags:
      Fantasy, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sex_Toys
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-27 Words: 3284
****** A Hopeful Ride ******
by jlbassmaster_(Airwing)
Summary
     Hope Estheim wants to experience Snow Villiers, but the only option
     is to fantasize about it. After a quick visit to the adult toy shop,
     he's all set to go.
Palumpolum: Six Months After Planet Fall
 
                  Hope Estheim looked around him suspiciously, looking for
sight of anyone he may know. He stood in front of fal’Cie’s Fancy, an adult
store that was still in the process of being renamed and renovated. It was in
one of the more remote areas of Palumpolum, one of the few cities that had the
luxury of electricity after the Sanctum managed to discover simplicities as
steam power and water power. Large steam pumps hummed in the distance, sucking
up water from the sea and running it through a recently built plant that used
the water flow to charge electric power stations. It was primitive, but it
worked, and since electric power was once again functional in the city,
citizens could enjoy the simple things in life, such as porn and sex toys.
 
                  Satisfied that he was not going to be seen by anyone he knew,
fourteen year old Hope took a deep breath and opened the door to the shop and
walked inside. The shop was in disarray, in the midst of a renovation, so most
of their products were scattered amongst the shelves, clothing haphazardly
hanging on racks on the walls.
                  “Hello young man, how are you today?” the man behind the
counter greeted him. Hope answered him quietly, waiting for him to ask for his
identification. In Palumpolum, someone had to be at least eighteen to make
purchases at an adult store, but he was hoping the man would recognize who he
was, or take pity on him, and allow him to shop anyway. “You look a little
young, can I see your I.D. please?”
                  “Uh, sure,” Hope said, pulling out his wallet. He handed it
to the man whose eyes lit up when he saw the name on his permit.
                  “Hope Estheim? The actual Hope Estheim? As in one of the
former l’Cie who saved Cocoon?” the man asked with excitement. He looked to be
in his late twenties and definitely had the energy of a young person. Hope
nodded his head.
                  “I uh, I know I’m too young to be in here, but uh…” Hope
began, his cheeks flushing a bit.
                  “Don’t worry about it! I’m not gonna throw out one of our
town’s heroes! Just make it quick before anyone sees you in here. I don’t wanna
get in trouble,” the man explained, smiling. “Anything you’re looking for in
particular?”
                  “Uh…” Hope’s face flushed. Thankfully, he had already come up
with a little white lie for just the occasion. “I need to get something for my
girlfriend. She’s a virgin so she doesn’t wanna have sex yet but still wants to
have fun, ya know?” The man looked at him skeptically, but then smiled again.
He walked over to one of the shelves against the wall that was home to several
oblong objects.
                  “Well, try one of these vibrators. You can still get her off
without popping her cherry so to speak. The vibration helps ease the pain of a
first time penetration, too,” the man explained. He eyed Hope with a look of
caution. “Of course you wanna start small…” He began to finger various models
as if to contemplate exactly which one was a safe size for a girl to use.
                  “No, I want it big!” Hope blurted out, hoping he didn’t blow
his cover. The man chuckled as he fingered a larger model. “Haha a size queen
is she? Well this baby should do then, just don’t let her get too stretched out
or else you won’t feel it when she lets you pop her.” Hope gave him a weak
smile as he took the large object in his hand, turned it on to test the
vibration, and then decided on his purchase. The clerk took the item to the
counter, Hope following him. He wrapped it up in a small box and put it in a
black plastic bag. Hope paid for his new toy, but before the man handed over
his bag, he took something out from under the counter.
                  “Hey, you’ll need this,” the clerk said, holding up a
container of water based lubricating jelly before stuffing it into the bag. “Be
careful with that thing, eh? Lube ‘er up real good and go real slow with it or
else your ‘girlfriend’ won’t be sitting for a few days,” he instructed, winking
at Hope as he said the word ‘girlfriend’ and giving him a knowing look. Hope
flushed darker than the cherry he was going to pop within the next hour,
embarrassed that his lie was seen through. The last thing he wanted was word to
get out that he was buying a large vibrating dildo to go home and screw himself
with. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” the clerk offered, sensing his
unease.
                  “Thank you,” Hope said, relieved. He took the bag and quickly
left the shop, looking at no one and leaving the shopping district to head
home. He couldn’t wait to get home and put it to good use. It was big, just the
size he imagined the man in his fantasies to be.
 
                  An hour later, Hope sat in the floor of his bedroom, his new
purchase still in the box, sitting next to him. He was nervous, the largest
thing he ever had inside of him was two fingers, keeping in mind that he was
young – his fingers were small. The box the dildo was in said that it was eight
inches long and six inches around. The base of it had balls molded onto it ,
the shaft having a circumcised head and thick vein on either side of it. It
looked exactly like one of the large cocks Hope saw in his porn movies he had
hidden away. His asshole tingled at the thought that soon that large object was
going to be penetrating him, right up to the hilt, all eight inches buried
inside of him. He had pulled out a magazine with someone he knew very well on
the cover.
 
                  Snow Villiers was on the cover of Playpal Magazine, a
magazine filled with pictures of sexy men in their underwear posing in various
places. There were no nude pictures, just men in speedos, boxer shorts, briefs,
or with a towel wrapped around their waist. There were also articles of various
types, most of them about the celebrities featured in the various photoshoots.
Most of it was rather repetitive and nothing that couldn’t be found on the
online communications networks. What made the current issue so special was that
Snow himself was not only on the front cover, shirtless and smiling as he
lounged on the beach in Bodhum, but he had an entire ten page spread complete
with articles and pictures!
                  Hope had traveled with Snow for many weeks during their
adventure as l’Cie, meeting at the Hanging Edge and parting ways quite a while
later at the base of Cocoon’s crystalline pillar that held it in the sky. Once
he had come to terms with the issues he and Snow had at the ginning and
actually became friends, he started to notice just how attractive the man was.
He had shaggy blonde hair and a scruffy face with ice blue eyes and a smile to
win millions. He was well toned and muscled, a strong man with the body to go
with it. Hope had seen him shirtless just once when they were making their
escape from his father’s home, but at the time he was too scared of the
situation to appreciate the perfect body in front of him.
                  Hope double checked that his bedroom door was locked. His dad
was at work and would be for the rest of the day. He rarely came home before
eleven anyway, and it was only five in the afternoon as it was. That left him
six hours to play with his new toy in peace. He hated jerking off when his dad
was home – he always had to fight to keep from making any sounds when the power
of an amazing orgasm was urging him to call out. Once he was satisfied that the
doors were secured and his window was shut with the shutters closed, he decided
it was time to get started. He pulled the dildo out of the box, thankful that
batteries were included. He had laid a thick towel down on his bed, knowing
that he was going to be making a mess of the lube and hoping for an explosive
orgasm since he hadn’t masturbated in a week, anticipating the coming moments.
He set the dildo next to the towel, as well as the tube of lubricating jelly.
The magazine with Snow’s photos in it also laid on the bed, folded open to the
beautiful body of his older friend.
                  Taking off his clothes and tossing them on the floor, he
climbed up onto his bed, his mind already fantasizing. He laid down on his
back, imagining Snow hovering over top of him. Snow would already be hard from
looking at Hope’s naked body, so Hope took the dildo in his hand, lubing the
end of it with slick clear jelly as if it were pre cum,  and traced it up the
inside of his thigh, sending little shivers up his spine. He closed his eyes,
thinking only of the man who made him ache in his pants all day long. When the
tip of the dildo reached his crotch, he let out a very light moan as he prodded
himself with the slippery tip. He massaged his aching balls with the tip of it,
the lube making it slide all around the same way as if Snow were really on top
of him, grinding his hips into him. Hope was solid as a rock, small beads of
pre cum forming on the tip of his cock; nowhere near as large as the dildo but
still an impressive piece of meat for a young man.
                  With his free hand, Hope began to rub all over his smooth
chest, tweaking his nipples and teasing his navel. He gently pulled on the soft
curly silver hairs that his cock was seated in, sending more tingles of
pleasure through his body. His body was mostly smooth – aside from the normal
hair on his legs, under his arms, and around his crotch, he didn’t have much of
a ‘happy trail’ as he liked to call it, but he was fuzzy in just the right
places. He knew Snow would like his body because his skin was soft and he was
smaller framed; feminine really.
                  He moved the dildo from his crotch further up, tracing a path
right up his chest and under his chin. His virgin mouth ached to suck a cock,
feel the warmth, the pulsing of the organ in his mouth, but he had yet to
experience such a thing, and the taste of a silicone dildo was not going to
suffice, so he moved it back down his chest, then to his crotch again. He
pulled his legs up, his knees bent, feet on the bed. He spread them apart so
that his balls were sagging downward between his spread thighs. He teased
himself some more with the dildo, prodding at his heavy sack as he reached down
with his free hand and very gently put his hand on his cock and stroked, barely
making contact. Again, shivers. He moved the toy further down, rubbing up
against his taint, and closer to his cheeks. He knew this would be very
tempting for his friend, he would be so close to his virgin hole, ready to take
the younger male and own him. He opened his eyes and looked at the magazine
spread on his bed, fresh images of Snow, shirtless in a speedo on one page, and
in a pair of tight white briefs on the facing page. He grazed the images with
his fingertips, wishing it was really Snow’s firm chest he was touching and not
just some slick paper.
                  The time was getting close for him to make the plunge,
penetrating his tight hole with the large rod. He imagined Snow to have a large
cock since he filled out his briefs and speedos extremely well in the picture
spreads, and it was his theory that if had such a full basket when he was soft,
he would surely be packing a thick slab of meat when he was hard.
                  Hope opened the tube of lubricant and covered his finger with
it. Start out small and open himself up. He reached down under his ass and
spread his cheeks, sticking his finger into his butt, moaning softly at the
sensation. When his finger was all the way in, he moved it around until he felt
the firm walnut of his prostate, rubbing gently against it to send several more
intense waves of pleasure surging throughout his body. A second finger found
itself inside of him shortly after, spreading his hole a little wider. Two
fingers was the most he ever had before; the large toy about to enter him much
thicker and longer than that would spread him open farther than ever.
                 
                  Hope spread a generous amount of jelly on the imitation cock,
then kicked his legs back more, pulling them against his chest so that his ass
was bared completely, his cheeks spread and his soft pink hole vulnerable. He
held the dildo in one hand, and used the other to tease his hole some more,
pressing against the tight muscle, coaxing it to relax. Finally he took the
dildo in both hands and pressed the tip against the tight pucker, just enough
to see if his hole would allow entrance. He tensed up slightly but remembered
that in every porno he had ever seen, the bottom was told to breath deeply to
lessen the pain. He knew it would hurt, but he wanted the hurt. He wanted to
feel as if Snow was popping his cherry, taking his virginity, even if it wasn’t
true. He pushed a little harder, taking deep breaths and trying to force
himself to relax his hole. After a few seconds he had managed to push the head
all the way in, stopping to let his ass get used to the girth inside of him.
Taking more deep breaths he pushed a little further, moaning as the dildo
rubbed against his tender muscle. It only took him a couple of minutes to
adjust himself to completely admit the penis up to the hilt, the silicone balls
hitting the bottom of his cheeks. He was sweating immensely, the intensity of
the situation turning up his body heat. Oh how he wished it really was Snow
sinking his cock inside of him.
                  With his eyes closed, Hope slowly started to pull outward on
the dildo, stopping just before the head would have popped out. He then slowly
pushed back in, much easier the second time around. He repeated this for a long
time, losing track of just how long he was laying there, his legs in the air,
asshole exposed and aching while the large erection impaled his small body.
                  “Mmm, oh god, Snow. I wish it was you inside of me,” Hope
moaned, picturing Snow in his mind, his tight chest pressing against him,
keeping his legs tight against his own chest, slowly thrusting himself in and
out of his stretching butthole. As his horniness grew, more pre cum began to
leak from his cock, making a tiny puddle on his stomach. He took one of his
hands away from the toy and stuck his finger in the puddle, then sucked his
finger. He loved the taste of it, thin, salty liquid with just the slightest
bit of sticky to it. He tasted himself a few more times before giving himself
several more strokes before returning to pushing on the dildo with both hands.
                  His hole having finally gotten used to the girth, it was time
for him to increase the intensity a little. He pulled it out a little faster,
then plunged it in just as quickly. He continued to do that, speeding up every
few thrusts, until he was shoving it in and out of himself with a fervent
speed. He moaned loudly as the giant cock slammed into his prostate over and
over again, the pressure on his pleasure spot sending waves of pure ecstasy
throughout his small frame.
                  “Oh god, Snow. Harder!” he moaned, knowing he was alone but
letting his fantasy overtake him. As if Snow had heard him, he plunged deeper
and faster than ever, feeling himself getting close to climax. He had never
managed to cum without touching himself before, but he felt that it may very
well happen, and soon.  “Please Snow, slam into me!” he growled.
                  Hope adjusted his position a little more, shifting so that
his butt was sticking further up in the air, balancing himself more on his
upper back and shoulders, his throbbing hardon hovering about a foot above his
face. He moaned louder and louder as the dildo flew in and out of him so fast
it was a blur, the thrusts sending massive amounts of pleasure to every inch of
his body, sweat pouring off of him and soaking the towel. Pre cum continued to
drip from his cock and onto his lips, his tongue shooting out to lap up the
salty substance. “Mmmm, Snow…” he growled once more, his voice turning husky
and primal. “Snow, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Snow!” he managed to groan
between thrusts, the end of the large ‘organ’ assaulting his prostate for all
it was worth. He never even bothered to turn on the vibrating sensation – to
him it was more realistic. A few more thrusts and then he entered the point of
no return.
                  “Snow, I’m coming! Don’t stop!” he shouted, fucking himself
just as steadily, every push on his walnut sized pleasure point sending another
spasm of hot seed into his mouth and all over his face. A week worth of the
young man’s batter sprayed him, volley after volley eliciting a cry of ecstasy
from his lips. As he spasmed for the last time, he took one hand away from his
ass and gripped his cock, milking every last drop of cum from his newly drained
balls. With the other hand he slowly pulled the dildo that took place of his
desired lover out of his ass, the muscle beginning to tighten again. He let his
legs drop back down, laying flat on his back. His heart was pounding, his
breaths coming in ragged gasps. The towel beneath him was soaked in sweat. His
whole body felt weak and tired. His asshole ached as if it were bruised, which
was fine by him – every time he clenched his hole he would feel the ache and
remember the wonderful time he had letting ‘Snow’ pop his cherry. The entire
ceremony seemed all the more official for him as he wiped off the tiny bit of
blood between his cheeks. He just laid back, getting his breathing and pulse
under control, closed his eyes, and thought about Snow’s lips pressing against
his, the older man holding him in his arms in the afterglow of great sexual
release. He rolled on his side and opened his eyes, looking again at the
picture of Snow in the magazine. He decided then and there that if he couldn’t
have Snow in person, he would at least have him in his fantasies every time he
fucked himself with the dildo. “Thanks, Snow,” he said aloud before falling
asleep.
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