I'd first like to apologize for how ridiculously long it has been since I've posted another Chapter. Life got the best of me, and I began writing non-pornographic(less pornographic I should say), fiction. But, finally, here it is! There will be one more chapter following this, and I promise it will not be years this time. I hope everyone enjoys it!
The worst day of my life started early.
I hadn’t been able to sleep that night, tossing and turning replaying the conversation with Sheridan at the bonfire until I could quote it Ver Batum. My life had been such a topsy-turvy roller coaster ride over the last few days, it was unreal, and just as things finally seemed as though they might work out with me and Blaine, I had Sheridan to worry about.
By the time I was outside my garage waiting on Blaine, I had already sweat through my t-shirt and hoodie. Would Sheridan remember our conversation? What would she do if she did? Would she tell people? If she did, what would Blaine say? I had a feeling I knew. It didn’t matter how mind-blowing this weekend had been, or how many times we’d fucked, or how many quiet looks and intimate kisses we had shared. Blaine wasn’t ready to accept the fact that he might be something other than just another straight guy, and I couldn’t blame him. And if it came out I was gay, people would start to question why someone like him would hang out with someone like me. As much as I didn’t like it, that would matter to him. Fair or not, it would no doubt ruin the tenuous nature of our current relationship—such as it was.
The moment I heard the roar of his Ford Ranger coming down my street, I instantly regretted agreeing to ride to school with him. I had a feeling the conversation wasn’t going to come easily to me this morning.
“Hey, man!” Blaine said, that shining grin of his lighting up the cabin. It had only been a few hours, but somehow I’d forgotten how beautiful he was.
“Hey.” God, my voice sounded wrong.
Blaine didn’t seem to notice. “How you feeling?”
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. It didn’t help that my ass was so sore after being demolished all weekend. It irritated me that I couldn’t enjoy it what with the black cloud in the shape of Sheridan hanging over my head.
“I’m good.”
Blaine cocked a brow. “You sure?”
Shit. “Yeah, uh, I’m fine. I just didn’t sleep very well.”
He scanned me from head to toe. “Oh. How come? I figured you’d pass smooth the fuck out after our… activities this weekend. I certainly did.” An adorable flush highlighted his cheeks and despite myself, I smiled.
Maybe if everything worked out with Sheridan, I could relive this moment later on, enjoying the fact that he wasn’t shying away from what happened between us.
“I think I’m just sore.”
Blaine coughed and cut me a sideways glance.
“What?” I asked.
He hid a smile. “Nothing.”
“No, tell me.”
“It’s nothing just… That’s kinda hot.”
Fuck. Now I was the one blushing.
“Oh, well, that’s erm… That’s good,” I said, our eyes momentarily meeting, the silence heavy. A second later we were both laughing and I was looking away. Hearing him say that was doing things to me. It wasn’t often that I was this turned on and terrified at the same time.
“Hey,” he said, “I have an idea.”
“What is it… Hey, you passed the school.” Turning from the window as the entrance to the school whizzed by, Blaine was grinning ear to ear.
“Hang on.”
We drove further up the street, turning onto a nearly imperceptible gravel road that wound its way behind the school, adjacent to the fence covering the baseball field. We didn’t stop until we were far enough out of view.
“What are we doing?” I asked, unable to stop myself from behind us. My stomach churned again. I really should be at school. I needed to find Sheridan.
Blaine’s cool grin stayed plastered on his face as he reclined slightly.
He winked. “I’m horny. You should take care of me real quick.”
My head emptied of all coherent thought. Nothing mattered anymore except the gorgeous boy in front of me, running his hand over the obvious erection making a mouthwatering outline in his jeans.
I had to swallow. I was practically drooling. “Here?”
“Why not?”
“What if someone sees?”
He wriggled his eyebrows. “I dunno. It’s kinda hot, no?”
Heat bloomed in my gut, instantly hard, thinking about the idea of walking into school with Blaine’s load fresh on my tongue. I was moving without conscious thought.
Blaine adjusted himself, settling deeper into his seat and glancing over his shoulder. I wasted no time, my hand replacing his, groaning as I felt his cock jump beneath his jeans. I knew we had little time, but didn’t want to rush. Grazing my nose along his length, I inhaled deeply. He’d showered this morning, but even over the clean linen smell from his pants being in the dryer, and the cedar from his shower gel, the animal musk of him was still there—the unmistakable scent of a man.
He let out a sigh and smacked me upside the head. “Fuck, quite teasing.”
I grinned, nose still pressed against his crotch. As much as I didn’t want to, I knew he was right. He took over, brushing me out of the way as he unbuckled the belt and maneuvered his jeans and boxers down just enough for his dick to spring out. I licked my lips.
“God damn,” I whispered, wrapping my fingers gingerly around his balls. Blaine’s head fell back against the seat and I extended my tongue—one delicious lick from top to bottom before swirling around the head, exploring the slit.
His hand gripped the back of my neck. “Suck it, bro. I need to cum so fucking bad.”
“Mm,” I said around his head before swallowing the entire thing down to the base, digging my nose into his soft pubes.
“Agh, fuck!”
I groaned again, letting myself linger for a moment, taking a deep inhale. Coming up for air, I let myself admire his spit-slicked cock, watching the thick vein throbbing at the base. I wanted more than anything to take my time and explore every one of them. Sadly, there wasn’t time.
I dove back down, moaning with a full mouth as I pulled his sack tight, swirling my tongue along the underside, slurping and bobbing, making sure I took his full length each time. Using my free hand I gave the base a swirling motion while I sucked.
“Fuck yeah, bitch,” he said, giving me goosebumps. I loved it when he talked down to me. “Suck that fucking dick, you little whore.”
I moaned, going faster. Every other pass, I took a second to deep-throat him hard, letting the head press against the roof of my mouth causing me to gag.
“That’s right,” Blaine said, his breath ragged. “Choke on that cock.”
I was running out of breath, Blaine’s hand holding the back of my neck so hard I might bruise. I hope I did. He took over for me, grabbing both sides of my head and jerking his hips to meet my movement. The sounds in the car were salacious, nothing but wet, slurping, suction.
“Fuck man, I’m getting close.”
“Phuuck, yeah, cum down my throat,” I said, though I’m sure it just sounded like a garbled mess as he pumped harder.
“Fuck, Lyle. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He held me down one more time, keeping me there as I sputtered around his base, thick ropes of cum coating the roof of my mouth and dripping down my throat in hot delicious streams.
“Agggghhhhh,” he breathed, still holding me even though I was pushing against his thighs. “God damn.” His dick gave two more small jolts before he finally let me go and I practically fell off of him coughing and wiping tears from my eyes.
“God, that was hot,” I said, still trying to swallow against a sore throat.
He cleared his throat, setting himself to rights. He was still smiling, though a little less brightly. I was painfully hard, but there wasn’t any time to take care of myself and I knew that post-orgasm he always got a little quiet. It hadn’t been quite so awkward this weekend in the safety of home, but I wasn’t surprised when he didn’t say anything else, driving us back to school.
Reality hit me the moment we pulled into the parking lot, any lingering sexual tension fizzling fast.
“I really don’t want to take this history test,” Blaine said, slinging his backpack over a shoulder when we were heading inside.
“Didn’t study?” I asked, not paying attention. I was scanning the crowd for Sheridan, instead.
He scoffed. “No time.”
“Why not?”
We were in the building now and I still didn’t see her. But something was off. Why was everyone staring at me?
Blaine chuckled and shook his head.
“What?”
“Think about it, bro.” He didn’t give me time to respond, smiling as he took off down the hall towards history class. It occurred to me a moment later what he meant. It should have made me happy, but as I made my way to class, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something terrible was about to happen. Maybe it was my imagination, but eyes seemed to follow me everywhere I went. People kept giving me glances my way before turning to whisper to their friends, snickering.
I was just being dramatic, surely. No one ever noticed me. It was nothing. But the pit in my stomach wouldn’t go away and by the time I’d taken my seat, I was sure I wasn’t being crazy. People were definitely talking about me.
My phone vibrated in my pocket as the bell rang. I’d completely forgotten about the damn thing with everything on my mind. I hadn’t even checked it since before Blaine stopped to pick me up. When I glanced at the screen, my stomach bottomed out. The first one was from Blaine.
Dude… What the fuck????
It was followed by ten more from different people, all with a variation of the same question.
Are you gay?
The last one was from Sheridan.
I’m so sorry.
***********
I couldn’t tell you what the class had been about. I was too busy trying to figure out what I was going to do now. Everyone knew, or would, by the end of the day. I hadn’t been ready to come out for various reasons, especially after this weekend.
I was livid with Sheridan. How could she do this to me? My mind was awash in questions. She’d apologized, but I had to wonder if it was personal. Either way, we’d have to talk. I texted Blaine at least four times during the hour, but he’d yet to respond. I wasn’t sure if I even wanted him to. The possibility of another freeze-out made my heart sink.
Second and third hours passed in a blur, and I didn’t see Sheridan or Blaine. I hadn’t responded to her yet because I really didn’t trust myself not to be a complete bitch.
At lunch, I finally caught up with her, sitting with a group of her friends and Matt. Spurred on by seeing Blaine in the hall and how he’d gone out of his way to avoid me, I stood behind her at the table, arms crossed.
“I need to talk to you,” I said, my voice a growl. I didn’t care how everyone looked at me. Already I’d had a few guys come up to me, slinging an arm over my shoulder and asking which of their male friends I thought was attractive. That, at least, was better than the handle of “fag” and “homos” I’d caught.
Sheridan looked up at me and I could see the regret in her eyes. Whatever. I wasn’t going to give her any sympathy.
Sneaking past the food line, I pulled her arm around the corner and huffed.
“What the fuck, Sheridan? What the fuck happened?”
She bit into her fingernail, guilt digging lines in her face. “I’m so sorry,” she said, slightly frantic. “Lyle, listen, I swear I wasn’t trying to out you.”
“Then why the fuck did you tell people? I mean, come on, what did you think was going to happen?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t think it would be like this!”
I laughed without humor. “Seriously? It’s high school. Of course, it would!”
She rubbed her face, eyes glassed over. “I just didn’t think the person I told would tell the whole world. You have to believe me, Lyle, I swear I didn’t mean for it to come out.”
When she reached for me, I pulled back. “Don’t fucking touch me. Whether or not you meant for it to, it did, and now I’m being harassed and stared at. Not to mention…” I stopped myself. My secret relationship with Blaine was the last thing I wanted her to know about. “Who did you tell?”
She cast a glance at the table. “It’s not important. But please Lyle, don’t hate me. It was a stupid mistake. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
I sniffed. “Too late. This is fucked up, Sheridan.”
I didn’t wait for her to respond, bolting out of the lunch room. If I had to guess, she’d told Matt. Matt, being straight, would have told one or two of his friends, most likely swearing them to secrecy. They, also probably boys, would have done the same thing and so on. And thus, Lyle’s coming out story spread like wildfire.
Crashing into the boy's bathroom, I took the stall farthest from the door and slumped against the wall. This was an absolute disaster. Just when things were starting to get better, it came crashing down like a house of cards. If Blaine ever spoke to me again, I didn’t imagine I’d like what he had to say.
**********
Blaine hadn’t texted me back by the time school was over and I knew better than to think he was still giving me a ride home. When the bus dropped me off, I had a headache and depression loomed.
I checked my phone all night, hoping he would text me back. Most of the other texts had finally ceased, only Sheridan’s name kept pinging until I silenced her.
Three days went by and Blaine kept avoiding me. Worse, my coming-out story was gaining traction. I didn’t talk about it with anyone, whether they were supportive or hateful. Instead, I kept my head down, hoping it would go away.
By the fourth day, I was tired of feeling sorry for myself. Instead, I was pissed. It wasn’t fair. Even though he hadn’t said why, I knew why Blaine didn’t want me to come out. If people knew about me, they might start making assumptions about him—assumptions that would be pretty close to accurate. He wasn’t ready for that. If I was honest, he might not ever be prepared for it. But just because I hadn’t been ready to come out for my own reasons, what right did he have to ask me not to? And even if I had made the decision on my own, which I hadn’t, he was supposed to be my friend—and he’d abandoned me.
Yeah, fuck that.
With that thought in mind, I came crashing into a group of guys on my way to lunch Thursday afternoon. And of course, Blaine just happened to be with him.
“Watch where you’re going, ass pirate,” Eli, one of the jock douchebags Blaine always hung out with, said.
“Ooh,” the others cajoled.
Taking a step back, I glared at them. This was so not the day for me. I generally avoided conflict, but now my hands were balled into fists at my side. I caught Blaine on the periphery, arms crossed, not looking at me.
Seeing my fists, Garrett bumped shoulders with Eli and pointed. “Got something to say, Lyle?”
“He probably can’t restrain himself around us,” Eli laughed. I noticed others staring now from their seats at the tables closest to us.
“We are super cute, right Lyle?” Garrett added, causing more raucous laughter from their obnoxious crew.
Face red, I tried to calm down. Three to one, not counting Blaine, weren’t odds in my favor.
“Leave me the fuck alone,” I said through my teeth, making to brush past them. Garrett and two others stepped in front of me.
“What,” he said, “don’t you think we’re cute?”
“Fucking move,” I said.
Garrett's hands rushed out, pushing me back. As a unit, they crowded around me. Without meaning to, I looked to Blaine. It was stupid, still hoping he would swoop in to rescue me. We locked eyes once, and I knew that wouldn’t be happening. Unfortunately, our moment was not lost on his friends.
“Oh, ho, ho,” Eli mocked. “So, it’s Blaine you think is hot, then? Should we be offended gents?”
Blaine’s face reddened and I moved to shove past them again. “Fuck off, and get out of my way.”
Garrett shoved me again. “Nah, I don’t think so, queer.”
“Yeah,” Eli added. “Just admit that you think Blaine is hot, and we’ll let you go.”
I jumped when my back hit the wall, and that’s when I started panicking. Thankfully, Dean, one of the guys who hadn’t spoken grabbed onto Garrett’s shoulder.
“Yo guys,” he said, angling his head in the direction of Mrs. Stanford, who was eyeing our group.
At once, Eli and Garrett stepped back and scoffed. “Geeze, calm down, Lyle,” Eli was saying as they turned to leave.
“Yeah, try to contain yourself,” Garrett said.
As they moved away, I caught Blaine giving me a quick once over, before turning around and joining the guys who they took their place in the lunch line. I allowed myself only a moment to straighten and then took off to the bathroom once again.
Pissed as I was, tears fell just the same.
*********
I wasn’t expecting Blaine to reach out and, honestly, I didn’t know if I wanted him to after the showdown at lunch. I couldn’t wrap my head around how he could just stand there and let me out to dry like that.
That’s why it was such a surprise when my phone pinged around midnight.
You awake?
I thought about not responding. It would serve him right. But even now, just seeing his name pop up on my phone, started the butterflies swarming.
What do you want?
Can you come outside?
My mouth fell open. He was outside? Right now? I shook myself.
Why?
I need to talk to you.
I dropped my phone like a deadweight and rubbed my hands over my face. What was this? Another apology? Or was it worse? Was it him finally telling me that our friendship was really over? I laughed at that without humor. As if that should be news to me, and maybe it was better this way. I’d been fooling myself to think we could make this work. He had his life and now that I was out, he needed to keep that separate from me. And really, how would we have made it work even if it hadn’t come out? I had been telling myself I could have kept it all a secret, but it was inevitable that I would get hurt in the end.
My phone pinged again.
???
I took a breath. We might as well get this over with.
I’ll be right out.
I threw on a light hoodie and my sweatpants, taking great pains to be quiet as I headed out front. Blaine was waiting in the shadows in basketball shorts and a hoodie. As mad as I was, I hated how good he looked. His dirty blond hair curled at the ends casting shadows over his thick eyelashes. Those pouty heart-shaped lips twisted down in a frown. And his toned calves, the calves I found ridiculously sexy dusted with the same dirty brown hair, on full display.
I didn’t say anything as my feet crunched against the leaves, making my way to him. When I finally stopped, a few feet away from him, we stood in silence. He would have to say something first, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
Finally, he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Today was fucked up.”
I grunted. “This whole week has been fucked up.”
“I never should have let them talk to you like that, bro.”
My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t help it. “Yeah, well. You did, and here we are.”
He was silent.
“Well?” I asked. “Why did you text me? What do you want, Blaine?”
He studied me for a moment. “I guess I just wanted to make sure you’re alright and tell you I’m sorry.”
Anger made my face red. “Okay then. If that’s all I guess I’ll go inside.” When I turned to leave, he stepped forward.
“I just don’t understand why you told people you were gay.”
“I didn’t tell people. I told one person, and I was drunk when I did it. Long before you asked me not to.” I huffed audibly. “And besides, I told you all of this in the hundred texts I sent that you never responded to.”
Blaine’s gaze fell to the ground. “I, uh, deleted them before I read them.”
“Ha. Well, that fucking figures. Listen, it’s fine. Whatever. We don’t have to be friends. Obviously, this is too difficult for you and I’m tired of being fucking used and then ignored.”
“Hey!” Blaine said, taking another step to me. I could practically feel his breath on my face now. “Don’t say shit like that. I told you this shit was going to be hard for me. Can’t you understand that? I know it was fucked up, me ignoring you again after last time. Not to mention what happened today. I know that, but this is just so fucking hard. I have all these thoughts and wants when I’m with you, that I can’t explain. I don’t know how to act or how to think or what even the fuck to say. And that terrifies me.”
He shook his head and ran a nervous hand through his hair. I was breathing hard. It felt unreal hearing what he was saying. It was so close to how I felt when I was with him.
“And how do you think I feel?” I asked, tripping over the words. “I didn’t ask to come out. Yeah, I know I’m gay, but it’s not like I wanted to announce it from the fucking rooftop. I made a mistake in telling Sheridan, and now the whole world knows. People are treating me differently, guys are being assholes and then my best fucking friend just abandons me. I know you asked me not to come out, and at first, I understood, but now I’m thinking, that’s kind of fucked up man. Whether we’re… hanging out or not, you’re supposed to be my friend.”
Blaine sighed. “I know that man.”
“Yeah well, you aren’t showing it.”
He stared at me, nothing but the sounds of our collective breaths in the moments that followed. I couldn’t help falling a little bit in love all over again with his deep baby blue eyes. Fuck me.
“I looked it up, you know,” he said quietly.
I arched a brow. “Huh?”
“The way I feel when I’m with you. I looked it up.”
My voice was small when I replied. “And what did it say?”
He gave a small, pained smile. “That I’m probably in love.”
The noise in my head was incredibly loud. I wouldn’t have been able to come up with the right words if someone had paid me. Fortunately, I didn’t have to.
“What’s crazy is, I think it’s probably true. I mean, I don’t have any other explanation for it, dude. Which makes it so much worse. Because I’ve hurt you over and over, and even if it is true, I still don’t know what that means for me and I’m not ready to try to figure it out with everyone knowing. I know it’s wrong, but with everything that happened to you this week, it just further proves my point. I’m fucked up and I don’t know what to do.”
I was still reeling when I reached out. My shaking hand met his arm and when he didn’t pull away I took a deep breath.
“You don’t have to figure it out right now.”
“Don’t I?”
He studied my hand before moving his arm and lacing our fingers together. His were still warm from where they’d been stashed in his pocket.
“I think I love you too,” I said.
“How can that be true after everything?”
I shrugged. “I guess love is like that. It doesn’t mean I’m okay with what you did or that I know how we’re going to handle everything going forward, but it’s true all the same.”
A small smile dented one corner of his cheek. Without thinking I ran my free finger over it. To my surprise, he leaned into the touch.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” I admitted.
He sighed. “What do we do now?”
“I have no fucking idea.” And wasn’t that the fucking truth. I was hurting, standing here in the middle of the night with the boy I loved, closer than I ever thought we would be. But the sad truth remained.
Blaine shocked me again when he kissed my palm. “We have tonight.”
My breath hitched in my throat and heat bloomed in between my legs. It was at once the most beautiful feeling, and the absolute worst, knowing this could be the last time—that whatever tomorrow could bring would be the end of it. But what was love without loss?
“Can I come in?” He asked, stepping closer. Our bodies touched at every angle and I could feel the shape of his cock pressing against my thigh.
I shook my head. “We’ll have to be quiet.”
“Ha. I’ll do my best.”
The trip inside was painful. With every creak of a door, I feared my mom would wake up and our last night together would be ruined before it even started. But we made it with one last click of my door being shut.
Resting my back against the door, I prepared myself to be forced down or pushed onto the bed, but Blaine was different this time. Timid, almost. He grabbed my hand softly, pulling me towards him. When our eyes met, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Warm hands rested on my hips, pulling on the hem of my hoodie until I was helping him lift it over my head. I watched him, rapt, as he lowered his mouth to my ear. He said nothing, just breathed, fingering the waistband of my sweatpants and tugging them down. Heart in my throat, I helped, stepping out of them altogether to stand before him, completely naked, cock sticking straight out in front of me. I’d never felt so vulnerable in my life.
He stepped back, appraising me and I blushed. I ached to touch myself, but I had no idea where this was going.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered. I didn’t know what to say, so I kept my mouth shut. I watched as he disrobed, casting his hoodie and gym shorts aside with none of the finesse he had shown me. My mouth watered when his dick swung out. To my surprise, he didn’t push me to my knees when he drew close. Instead, his pillowed lips brushed mine. My breath caught, unable to keep my hands to myself any longer. I grabbed onto him, his hard body like granite.
When his tongue darted out, our lips parted. Breathing together, we explored one another's mouths, tongues dancing, groaning, and writhing against each other. Still, we weren’t frantic like usual. This time was slow—sensual almost—like a dance.
I let my hand finally wrap around his straining cock and he kissed deeper, his tongue taking full control, pressing against the roof of my mouth, trapping mine, massaging it gently. I felt like putty in his hands.
“You taste so good,” I said in between kisses. He drew out my bottom lip with his teeth and I hissed.
“I love kissing you. So eager,” he said, moving his hand to the small of my back and dipping us onto the bed, him on top.
I smiled. “Can’t help it.”
“I don’t want you to.”
Chuckling, he bit my chin, his body making a slow rhythmic motion, driving our cocks together, humping into the crease between my thighs. It wasn’t rushed.
My fingers made their way into his hair and he arched his neck, his thick Adam's apple bobbing.
“Let me suck you,” I practically begged.
He winked. “Thought you’d never ask.”
I expected he would bring it to me, face fuck my mouth like I loved. Instead, he flipped over, pressing his knees on either side of my head. When my bed creaked, I winced. Momentarily, I thought he was going to suck me and my heart damn near leapt out of my chest. He didn’t though, and I had just enough time to register what was happening before he dug his arms underneath my lower back and lifted me almost upside down, the fat head of his cock already pressed to my lips and leaking.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I hissed as he placed a soft kiss on my hole. I could feel him grinning against me.
“I want to feel your hot mouth around me while I eat you,” he said.
“With pleasure,” I said, shivering as his lips and then his chin, passed over my slit. I opened my lips and his straight cock slipped into my mouth, passing swiftly straight to the back of my throat as he pressed his hips down. I choked but tried to keep it down, moaning a second later when his tongue slicked against me.
He made languid passes with his tongue, like licking a lollipop while slowly humping into my mouth. I could tell he wasn’t trying to go deep, but the angle didn’t allow for much else. My eyes rolled to the back of my head each time, each of us trying to keep our moans to a minimum. Taking the opportunity, I grabbed onto the gorgeous mounds of his ass, allowing myself time to explore the peach fuzz that covered them. Blaine dug his tongue in deeper, drawing a gasp from me, spreading my cheeks wider, and prodding my entrance with one finger.
My cock leaked against my stomach. I hadn’t cum once, even after that last time I gave him head, and I thought I might actually die.
Eventually, he gave my ass a playful snap and lowered us back to the bed. I frowned when his dick left my throat. But Blaine surprised me again when he sat up straight, the muscles in his back and shoulder blades contracting in the soft light. He took hold of my hand, not letting go until it was wrapped around his dick.
He smiled at me over his shoulder. “Eat my ass, babe.”
I groaned. “Give it to me. Please.”
Inhaling deeply, I was buried between his cheeks within seconds—my tongue swirling, teeth nipping the soft flesh, drunk of the scent of him. I could feel my dick bounce and I seized when I felt his hand wrap around it.
“Oh… God…” I whimpered, my voice muffled. Blaine’s hand did not rush, a simple up and down.
Burying my face deeper, I gave his hole several pointed strokes with my tongue until I started feeling the deep heaviness in my gut and the white hot spark of my release gathering at the bottom of my spine.
“S-s-stop or I’ll cum,” I said. He chuckled.
“We wouldn’t want that. I’m nowhere near done with you.”
My face was hot when he lifted himself off of me, and all I could smell was him, the stink buried deep in my nose and on the top of my lip. He came to rest beside me, our lips meeting deeply, the smell of our asses mingling on our tongues.
“I love that smell,” he said. “Get on top of me. Let me see you.”
“I’m afraid I don’t have lube,” I said, frowning.
He winked. “Spit will have to do. I mean, unless you don’t want to. I’ve never, you know, taken it, so I don’t know what you can handle.”
I let my head fall against his chest, stomach shaking.
“I’ll be fine. I wouldn’t miss this for anything.”
He beamed.
I kissed him twice, letting my hands explore his defined chest and trace lines over the taut muscle in his stomach as I straddled him, crouching over his dick. He spit into his hand, a thick line of saliva hanging from his mouth while he stroked himself. I couldn’t help it, I licked what remained off his bottom lip.
“Nasty,” he said.
“It is what it is. You like it.”
“Ha. I do. You ready?”
When I nodded, he gripped the base of his dick, holding it steady. Mimicking him, I sucked two fingers between my lips, prodding them into my hole before I felt his head pressing up against me. He rested his hands against my hips and we didn’t take our eyes off each other as I slide down on him.
When I winced, he said. “You’re doing so good babe. You can take it. Keep going.”
Spurred on and a little drunk off the moment, I gritted my teeth. It didn’t happen quickly. I should have taken more time to prepare myself, but I couldn’t stop. We gasped as inch by inch, he slid into me—our eyes locked—until finally, I landed at his base.
“Oh god,” I whispered. “Yes, Blaine.”
He smiled, the wicked glint in his eyes.
“You like it when I’m rough with you, right?”
My dick thumped in answer, but when I started to move my hips he held me in place, cocking his head.
“I love it.”
“Good,” he said. “But would you be disappointed if we did things a little differently?”
It was my turn to cock my head. “I doubt I’d be disappointed about anything right now. But, what do you mean?” I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation right now, his dick lodged inside of me, me sitting right on top of him.
He shook his head. “Let me show you.”
He pulled me down, capturing my lips again with his, hands dragging along my back. When he started moving his hips, I moaned. It would have been loud had he not swallowed it.
This was different. He was slow, purposefully slow. He rolled his hips, instead of bucking, the head of his cock gently nudging my prostate with each thrust and withdraw.
I couldn’t help it when I said, “I love you,” into his mouth. He gripped my hair, and I mimicked him, sweat lining our brows where they lay resting against each other. I couldn’t be sure, but it sounded like he said, “me too.”
Eventually, I leaned back on my hands and watched his abs contract and release with each painstaking thrust.
“Fuck, that feels so good Blaine,” I cried, putting an arm over my mouth.
“God you’re tight, babe. You’re so fucking hot. Lift yourself up for me a bit.”
On shaky legs, I did as he asked. His hands came back to rest on my hips and he blew out a breath, wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead. He picked up the pace, but just barely. It was more purposeful now, yet still intimate.
“You look so good, riding my dick like that,” he said, muscles straining. “I can’t stop looking at you.”
I had to close my eyes, head falling back with the sheer beauty of the situation. It was an absolute wet dream come true.
My dick stuck out painfully, throbbing and kicking precum onto his stomach. My words became a jumbled mess as he hit my spot again and again. I came without warning, catching me completely by surprise. All I got out was a, “Oh shit, Blaine!”
Wide-eyed and open-mouthed, I vibrated all over, before my cock started shooting hands-free and wild ropes of cum all over him, the pillow behind his head, and the wall behind that.
“Gawd damn,” he purred, laughing, but spurring me on by bucking wildly, milking the rest of it out of me until I collapsed on top of his chest, seeing stars. My release coated our chests and I could hear the rapid beat of his heart beneath my ear. He was still laughing.
“I’m so sorry,” I managed to finally say.
His hand found the back of my neck, and I got goosebumps. It was so unlike me. “Are you kidding? That was hot as fuck.” His dick kicked inside of me to further prove his point.
I laughed against his shoulder, my dick painfully hard despite the biggest release of my life.
He kissed my ear. “But I’m not done.”
In one fluid motion, he wrapped his arms around my waist and flipped me onto my back.
“Oh shit,” I said, fingers digging into his shoulders.
He smiled, sticking my legs high into the hair, holding them together at the ankles with one hand. Angling my hips a little higher, he said, “Hang on to something.”
I had just enough time to grip the sheets before he was plowing into me. The sound of his thighs slapping against my thighs should have made me nervous, but watching him, I didn’t care.
He crashed into me over and over, body slick with sweat, the most beautiful boy in the entire world giving me all he had. The grip on my ankles was tight as he sawed into my ass and I knew he was close, watching the veins sticking out in stark relief on the v between his thighs.
“Give it to me, Blaine,” I begged, my hand gripping my now aching cock and jerking it fast. “I need your cum inside me again.”
He breathed deeply. “Fuck yeah, Lyle. I’m gonna breed you, babe. I’m gonna give you this nut so deep you can’t hold it all.”
My release was fast approaching as he jammed against my prostate but I waited until he was close, throwing his head back and biting into his bottom lip with his teeth. The moment I felt his cock jerk the first spurt of cum inside me, I fell over the cliff with him, more cum meeting the remains from before, breathing harshly, our bodies crashing against each other in wild and jerky movements.
When it was finally over, Blaine released my ankles, gently kissing each one before resting his head against mine. I don’t know how long we stayed like that, his cock going soft and slipping out of me, each of us stuck in a trance we weren’t ready to let go of yet.
Eventually, though, he let me go, leaning against the wall. I didn’t say anything, finding a used towel on my floor to clean us up. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted him to hold me and tell me it was all going to work out, but he didn’t.
In the end, I spoke first, after we’d dressed and made our way outside.
“I don’t regret this, by the way.”
Blaine buried his hands in his pockets. “You sure about that?”
Was I?
“Yes.”
He stared into the night sky. It felt like forever before he responded. “I don’t either.”
