This is the final part of the story. There's no sex in this, I'm afraid. I just wanted to wrap up the story. Hope you like it. And seriously, thanks to everyone who commented on the other parts. It meant a lot that you took the time to write something. Although there's no sex, I hope this doesn't disappoint.
"Either we go out and do something and see what this place has to offer, or..."
"Or what?"
"Or you fuck me, right here, right now."
"That's it?" he said smirking. "Those are my two options?"
"Take it or leave it."
Chris put his half-drunk bottle on the bar and said, "Let's go." He took my hand and led me through the crowd. When we got to the door he stopped and gave me a big, long kiss. "Last chance to do that in public for a while," he said with a smile.
I grabbed his thighs and yanked him forward, my cock disappearing completely inside his arse, my balls now slapping his arse cheeks. "Oh Jesus!" he called out as his eyes popped open. He looked down at me, his face a mixture of shock and sheer delight. His mouth was hanging open and he stared to bite his lip. I continued to thrust away, as fast and as hard as I could.
I repositioned his bum slightly, giving me a better angle to fuck his hole, and holding onto his bum I started to thrust with all my might. With each thrust I let out a moan, and soon Chris was echoing my moans, his eyes losing focus as his breathing got deeper.
We seemed to get into a routine that it would be Chris who fucked me before I fucked him, and to be honest I liked it this way. Having him plough my arse really got me going and by the time it came for me to fuck him I was like a caged animal set free.
He turned around and faced the car and bent over, his hole giving my dick all the invitation it needed. I rubbed my hard cock back and forth against his bum cheeks, then up and down the crack of his arse. "Stop teasing me," he laughed, "I want you now. I've been thinking about your cock all day."
"Pass me the lube," Chris said. I reached behind my head and passed it over to him. A trace of fear swept over my face. "Don't worry," he said, "we'll take this slowly."
I put my phone on the desk and crawled back onto the bed. "That was mum. They'll be back in 45 minutes." "There's a lot we can do in 45 minutes," he said, arching an eyebrow.
His name was Chris Adler and he was the first boy in our class to start shaving. He was also the first to start smoking, take drugs and, most likely, to lose his virginity. He had always been considered the toughest boy in our year, and here I was, approaching him...