Apocalypse Chapter 24 + 25
I did NOT write this story, but I found it on the Nifty Archives site. Check this site’s author “fairieboi69” for the previous chapters
I did NOT write this story, but I found it on the Nifty Archives site. Check this site’s author “fairieboi69” for the previous chapters
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I’m a storyteller by birth, and therefore, I tell stories. My aim is to stimulate the mind as well as get the reader off. My personal philosophy when writing stories like this is simple: If I’m not excited by my own stories, then the reader won’t be either. Comments are welcome, criticisms are welcome, assholes are not. I deal with too many in my day to day life.
Steady, rhythmic slurping filled the locker room showers. The sound was pornographic and unmistakable to anyone who would have heard it. Had anyone been near enough, they would have immediately recognized the sounds of a wet sloppy blowjob in progress. Had their eyes borne witness, many would have been shocked. Because in the middle of the communal showers, the naked captain of the basketball team was passionately blowing another male student. This wasn’t just any student however. He was submitting himself to what some would describe as his mortal enemy, the person he had tormented from the first day of kindergarten all the way until last year, when he had punched him and left him with a black eye.
“Who’s the faggot now?”
“I am,” the jock replied, barely removing the cock from his glistening lips.
“Say it.”
“I’m a faggot.”
“You like sucking dick, don’t you?”
“I love it.”
“Look at me. Now say it.”
“I love sucking your cock.” As he spoke, his own engorged ebony rod – already throbbing with desire – gave a particuarly large jerk. The team’s captain hadn’t toucheed himself the entire time. In fact, his hands had been behind his back from the very start. It was simply the raw sexuality permeating the room that was holding his entire body under a hypnotic rapture.
“What are you going to do with my cum, fairy?”
“I’m gonna swallow it all.” His eyes hadn’t left the commanding gaze of the man he was blowing, and his erection gave another large bob. It was continually jumping to the rhythm of his accelerated heartbeat.
“I knew you were a faggot from the moment you called me one. Its called ‘projection.’ You take your own fears that you can’t face, and instead force them on someone else. But look at you now, huh? Butt naked, on your knees, sucking on my cock like its your last meal. Look at your dick. You haven’t touched yourself, but you’re dripping all over the place, ready to blow your load. You’re getting off on having me in your mouth, aren’t you? Just like you were meant to.”
It was true. The big ten incher dangling between the jock’s legs was drooling a steady stream of precum, the clear fluid pooling on the floor. The knob was swollen, shiny, and dark, the slit flaring open and closed. His testicles, normally heavy and drooping, had risen almost all the way up, eagerly awaiting the moment that they would jettison their heavy load. He was on the brink of orgasm, and even the slightest touch would be enough to set him off. A drop of water from his wet hair, a featherlight touch, a well-placed breeze –
“Don’t -” But it was too late. The captain needed his own release, and he needed it now. One of his large hands shot from behind his back and curled around his throbbing cock, combining physical stimulation with the sexual thrill of running his lips across the stiff flesh of another male’s sex organ. But what should have been the most powerful orgasm of the jock’s life went horrbily wrong when his meat deflated in his fist.
“-do it.” The jock tore his mouth from the organ in front of him with a mangled cry.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” he screeched. The sexual need was still there. The burning urge to unload his aching testicles still needed to be satisfied. Yet here he kneeled, still in shock, holding his long but flaccid – and most importantly, numb – dick.
“Its not what I did, Jerome. Its what you didn’t – and aren’t – doing. I told you; faggots don’t finish first. I warned you that if you touched yourself, you would be sorry.
“And I want to ask you a question. What were you doing when you got the grand idea to yank one off? Think about it, pussy. You aren’t blowing me, and you aren’t getting any pleasure. Seems pretty simple to me. Of course, what do I know, I’m just a faggot, huh? So, I guess I’ll just pull my pants up and find someone else to finish me off….”
Jerome stared in horror as the young man started pulling his pants and boxers back up, his spit-covered rod still erect. Horror that he wasn’t going to get to finish, and horror at the realization that he was right. Horror that his cock had no feeling. Horror that somehow, he liked sucking that thick fleshy piece of meat. Horror that he was actually eager to taste the semen. Horror that he needed that cock to cum in order to find his own release. Horror that now, there was no way that he could say, he was not a faggot. Because faggots got hard sucking dick, didn’t they? That’s how they got their pleasure.
“Wait.” Jerome’s voice was low and nearly inaudible. Part of him wanted to be heard; part of him wished that he hadn’t actually said anything. His tormentor slowed his pace.
“Did you say something?” The reply was slow, and filled with amusement.
“Please.” The dominant one smirked, confident in his superiority. The request was crystal clear. He almost wanted to make the larger boy say the words, but felt it unnecessary. Jerome had finally fallen. Both of them knew that.
“You know what to do,” the new master said as he stepped once more in front of his submissive. Jerome reached up with shaky hands and popped the button on the jeans. The zipper followed, leaving the still-hard eight incher to bulge out the front of the red and black boxers underneath. He pulled both down which allowed the stiff meat to dangle in his face.
“You’re fucking sick,” Jerome muttered as he wrapped his hot mouth around the cock.
“Yep. I’m sick.” The slurping was frenzied now. Jerome was practically fucking his face onto that cock, twisting his head left and right, pushing his tongue against the sensitive spots, trying to bring the beast down. He was a machine now, his own need for release driving him to give the best blowjob he could.
Brandon couldn’t believe it. Before, he had been getting off solely on the power he had over this self-proclaimed ‘alpha male,’ and his long overdue commuppance. But now, the suction alone was bringing him closer to the edge. Either Jerome had done this before (something he knew had not happened), or he was pulling every trick in the book that he could remember from having his own cock sucked. That mouth was powerful. It certainly wasn’t the best blowjob he’d ever recieved, but it was in the better half, without a doubt.
“Put your hands behind your back.” The submissive did as commanded, even going as far as to clasp his own wrists to prevent temptation. “Now look in my eyes.” He hesitated. “Do it now, fucker. Or you’ll regret it.” Jerome pulled his blank stare from the trimmed crotch and forced his eyes to meet Brandon’s. “That’s it, cum dump. Let me see your shame. Let me see your humiliation as you work for my load.”
It was there, painted on the big man’s face,. He had been an alpha male when he arrived here in every sense. He had the grades. He had the friends. He was the star player on the basketball team with schools tripping over one another to give him a free ride. He had a silver Acura waiting for him in the parking lot. He had one of the hottest girls on his arm, and sitting on his ten inch monster whenever he wanted. The very same cock that now stiffened between his legs, once again throbbing violently and ready to spew the contents of his ballsack at any moment.
He had fallen so far in hte past thirty minutes. Here he was now, knees aching as he knelt before this scrawny wretch who had somehow manged to best him without laying a finger on him. His lips, tongue, cheeks, and even throat were burning in agony from the repeated violation. His back, his body, and his mind hurt. But Jerome kept the powerful suction going because he was just that damn close. He was sitting on the edge of teh best cum of his life, and he knew it. Better than the first blowjob he’d recieved, better than losing his V-Card – hell – better than the first time his cock had pierced Danielle’s tight little starfish –
“I’m about to cum.” Relief flooded through the jock followed by confusion when the warm flesh was ripped from his mouth with a wet, slurpy pop.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth, Jerome, and you’re going to swallow everything, aren’t you?” The jock nodded. “Everything you don’t eat, you will lick up, right?” Another nod. “While you’re eating my jizz, I want you watching my eyes. I want you to see what a real man looks like when he gets his nut.”
The younger boy stuffed his throbbing eight incher back into the hot mouth provided and began pumping. His hands were clasped behind Jerome’s head as he literally used the suctioning mouth to jerk himself off. Though the head was constantly pounding the back of his throat, Jerome kept his hands behind his back. He couldn’t believe it, but he was getting even higher off this merciless mouth rape. His piss slit was now wide open, precum flowing in a steady stream. His large balls were held tight against his body.
Brandon continued to hold Jerome’s gaze, and within ten strokes, the first ropes of cum began firing from Brandon’s cock. He resisted the urge to force himself balls deep into Jerome’s mouth, instead pulling out until only the head was resting on Jerome’s tongue. Being deepthroated would make things easy on Jerome. Brandon wanted him to taste his seed. One hand wrapped around his shaft as Brandon literally jerked off into Jerome’s mouth. Every throb, every spurt was heaven after forcing himself to wait six days for this one moment of revenge. And there was no doubt that it was worth it.
For his part, Jerome’s mind was nearly blank for the first time since the beginning of his ordeal. The moment that the first shot of semen was fired against the roof of his mouth, Jerome’s own cock began blasing rope after rope of his sticky fluid. His mind focused on three things alone: the mind-numbing, completely electrifying release of his orgasm, which was more than he could have imagined; eye contact with this Master, for he knew that he was the reason for the intensity of this orgasm; and not choking to death on this near-inhuman amount of cum flooding his mouth. Fat ropes were continually being ejected from Brandon’s root, and they weren’t slowing down. Jerome was swallowing it as fast as he could, but each rope was nearly a mouthful, and it had started spilling almost from the start.
His senses were filled with that cock and its life-giving load. Jerome could see at the bottom of his vision that chocolate rod extending from the groin and extending forth, disappearing under his nose and combining with the sensation of that meat stretching his lips and lying on his tongue, hot and shuddering and pumping out ropes of slimy liquid. He felt the goo slide down his esophagus and into his stomach, and could feel the excess flow freely from the corners of his mouth and down his chin, landing in sticky strings on his chest, stomach, and thighs. Jerome could smell the two aromas – both slightly chlorinated but very distinct – mingling together and filling his lungs. He could taste the salty, bitter, and slightly tangy flavor of the semen that coated his entire mouth and covered his pink tongue, still dancing lightly over the cock head in his mouth. He heard the hard, shuddering breaths from both of them as they endured their moments of ecstacy; heard every hard gulp he made as he sent another mouthful of jizz to his stomach.
After a good long minute, both orgasms finally died down. Jerome’s cock lurched one last time as the one in his mouth gave one final dribble before being pulled away. As the standing youth tucked himself back into his boxers and pulled up his pants, Jerome ran his tongue over his lips to clean up the leftovers. His cock gave a pleasurable throb as it slowly rose back to full mast, looking for all the world as if he had not experienced an orgasm at all. Jerome scraped, smeared, and finally outright began to slurp up the puddle of mixed jizz from the floor. His rapist turned back at the door and spoke.
“One more thing. If I were you, I wouldn’t think of trying to report me to anyone. No one’ll believe that a sturdy and capable young man like yourself got taken advantage of by a five foot seven, hundred and thirty pound wet blanket. So go ahead and save yourself the embarassment -” A particuarly enthusiastic slurp came from Jerome. “Well, more embarassment, I should say.”
Jerome heard and understood, but was too involved in riding this new sexual high to respond. He smeared as much of their mutual fluids on his cock and pounded his meat so a second powerful climax, shuddering hard as he collapsed to the floor.
Out in the darkened parking lot, Brandon Edwards horsed the engine of his 1978 Chevy Nova. Morally, what he had done tonight was wrong. Legally, it was rape. But he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would get away with it. There were no witnesses, and the only other witness would never breathe a word. Not from fear, Brandon knew, but from pride. People like Jerome couldn’t show weakness for fear of appearing to be weak. So he would suffer in silence.
Brandon had considered full advantage of Jerome, but ultimately decided against it. Brandon knew Jerome couldn’t have resisted, but after the act was finished, Jerome would have actually had evidence. It would have been too tempting for Brandon to simply force his way into Jerome’s rectum and leave behind a sticky deposit leaking from a ripped anus. Chances were that Jerome still wouldn’t have told, but Brandon wasn’t willing to leave evidence like that up to chance.
Brandon knew that he had changed the course of a life tonight. Jerome Sanders would never again experience the sexual pleasure he had that night, but he would spend the rest of his life on his knees, eating load after load of sperm in the hopes of finding it. It would kill the big man inside to do it, but he would do so anyway. Jerome would never be happy again, just as he had made Brandon’s life hell since the day they had met. No, Brandon had not changed a life tonight. He had ruined one, and he could not force himself to feel any sorrow.
‘Revenge isn’t always sweet,’ he thought as he eased out of the parking lot. ‘Sometimes, its salty.’
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I am the spirit of a 14-year-old boy… My only interest is sex!
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Jamie’s heart hasbe broken by his brother, can he ever find a way to escape the pain?
Authors note- I had gotten told to do more of these stories, so here it goes! Plz comment and rate! Critiques welcome! This story has more of a back story in the beginning, the sexual parts are the first and fourth sections, so you can skip to those if you decide you don’t want to read the back story. Enjoy 🙂
~recap~
He grabbed my hips and slid deeper into me fast. “Ohhh dalty I love you!…. I’m about to cum!” he shot stream after stream deep into my ass. I started shooting my cum and it splashed onto his face, as I almost reached the peak of my climax he shoved his whole 9 inches into my ass and i shot the last of my squirt into his mouth. As I did this he and I heard a loud moan. “Oh shit, what the fuck is that?!”
We detached ourselves and opened my door that we realized was cracked open. On the floor with her pants down, shirt up, two fingers in her pussy and a hand on her tit sat my sister. ” hehe…. Hi Dalty…. Chris…”
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“Brit… What the fuck are you doing!?” I shouted. My sister was on her knees with two fingers shoved into her cleanly shaven pussy. Her 32 C size tits were full and her nipples seemed to stick out a full inch. Her long blond hair accented her thin beautiful face. Her silver eyes glittered as she looked up at me so innocently. It remind me of the days when I was younger and I used to spy on her getting fucked by her boyfriends. She always looked so hot with that innocent about to cum face.
“I… I just came home… And I heard…. A noise… I… I’m sorry I should have left but…. It was so hot, I couldn’t help it… I’ll… I’ll go.” she tried to get up but the pants around her ankles kept her from that attempt, and she fell back onto the floor showing us her entire pussy. Her lips were swollen and her clit poked out of it’s hood. Her pussy was dripping and it flowed down her legs. I couldn’t help get my hard on back, and with that I remembered I was fully naked.
Suddenly something happened that shocked both Britney and I. Chris knelt down, ripped the pants the rest of the way off and started licking her bare pussy. She moaned loudly and grabbed her tits. Without thinking my hand glided to my cock and I started jerking hard watching my boyfriend eat my sister out. Her hips raised with his licks, timed perfect, so he hit her throbbing clit.
Her body started to spasm and I saw Chris shove his tongue deep into her honey hole. “unnnn I’m cumming!” She thrusted franticly and then collapsed onto the floor and started panting. Chris looked up at me and I shot my cum over the both of them. My sister got up, was beat red, and just walked into her room with out a word.
“Chris, what was that?” I asked recovering from my orgasm. He just smiled and rolled his eyes walking back into my room
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That next morning was one of the most awkward of my life, of course I didn’t have school because it was a Saturday. We just sat there playing with our scrambled eggs not looking at each other. The silence was to much to handle, finally I had to open my mouth. “Britney… Brit listen” she looked up at me like she was frightened. “I’m not mad. I have to say, Chris eating you out was the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Suddenly she coughed like her eggs went down wrong. I just watched her swallow her milk and my mind flashed to a fantasy of her swallowing my cum. I shut my eyes quickly and shook my head. I tried to ignore my quickly hardening cock. I was not falling into that trap.
“Dalty I….” I rose my hand silencing her. I knew there was one thing that would make her feel better, so I looked her dead in the eyes and was about to tell her something I swore to myself I never would. “I used to watch you fucking your boyfriends. I also watched you masturbate some times. Please don’t feel bad.” The look on her face was priceless. She got up and sat next to me with out a word. I just looked at her and her face said it all. I was leaning in and I kissed her softly. I had never kissed a girl before, and her lips tasted like skittles. My tongue licked her lips and she parted them slightly. Our tongues danced together. I would be lying to myself if i said I hadn’t had fantasizes about this for a long time.
She pulled away looking into my eyes she shook her head and whispered “Dalty this is wrong. This is so wrong. It’s illegal and we just can’t. I mean I wan–” her thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. She took her opportunity and jumped up to grab the phone. “This is Britney…. Yea….. Oh god… No…. No…. Yes, we will be there soon” she hung up and grabbed her keys and shouted “Dalton we have to go now. Dad…. He’s…. We need to go.”
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We sat in the hospital shifting uncomfortably. A nurse had come out to explain the problem. For about three years now, I hadn’t seen my dad. I told him I was in love with a guy named Chris. He kicked me out and I moved in with Britney. It had been to long sense I talked to him, but from Britney’s reports he had been diagnosed with aids about a year after he kicked me out. He had tried to make contact with me again sense then, but I would never have it. He wouldn’t accept me, so I was done.
“He’s not doing well,” said the nurse to Britney “he maybe has two or three hours left, his body is just rejecting everything we are trying to give him. He wanted to see you two so bad. His room is number 308. He requested that we do not disturb him, but if anything happens, there is an emergency button right on the edge of the bed, it will page me directly. Don’t hesitate to press it if you see he’s in pain.” Britney just nodded and started walking to the room. Despite my feelings I fallowed her.
“Dad…?” Britney said walking into the room, I stood at the edge of the door. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. I have never seen my sister cry, but now I had a feeling I was going to now. They spoke in a hush tone and I could only make out a few words. Then Britney looked at me and stretched out a hand. With hesitation I walked to her and let her put her arm around me. My dad looked at me and smiled lovingly. He reached up and handed me an envelope. I took it and he grabbed my hand. With tears in his eyes he said “I’m sorry”
“It’s ok dad, I love you.” I said back. For the first time I felt welcomed by my dad. I watched as he grabbed my sisters hand again and said “I’m proud of you, your my little girl.” His eyes closed and the steady beeping of the heart monitor started to slow, then drifted into one constant beep. It seemed in slow motion nurses and doctors flooded into the room. They pushed my sister out of the way she fell back onto the other empty bed and just stared at those nurses. Finally a doctor escorted us out of the room. The ride home was the longest, quietest ride of my life.
Brit went to bed without dinner. I sat in front of the tv staring at the envelope. I grabbed it and ripped it open. In it was a bunch of pictures and a note. I selected the note and started reading it.
Dear Dalton,
Over these years I have thought seriously about what I did. I have wronged you and I wasn’t a good father. Half of the reason I kicked you out was because I have always had sexual tendencies to men, and I never thought I was ok. I had lied to myself for years, and if you look at the enclosed pictures you will understand what I mean. I love you son, and there is nothing wrong with you.
Love,
Glenda
Glenda? My dads name is Glen… My heart raced. I think I knew what this meant. I dropped the note and grabbed the pictures. The first one was simple, my dad looking into a mirror, the caption said “before” in bold sharpie. I flipped to the next picture. It was a beautiful woman with blond curly hair much like Britney’s. I dropped the pictures and walked upstairs. I could not handle this right now.
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I walked near my room and I had stopped with my hand on my door handle. I heard a strange noise coming from my sisters room. I walked to her door and creaked it open. She was sobbing in the fetal position. I walked up to her bed and laid down behind her and started spooning with her. She rolled over and cuddled into my arms kissing me. I was her knight in shining armor. I kissed her back moaning into her mouth. She pulled back and whispered “I want you Dalty, I love you.” I pulled her up onto my lap. She kissed me and humped me slightly. My hard on was already throbbing. Her lacy panties rubbed my cock through my pajama pants. She pulled them down and started kissing down my bare chest and straight to my dick. Sucking the head into her mouth she moaned and licked the small triangle spot below the head. I jerked into her mouth a little.
Without warning she sucked me harder. She shoved my cock deep into her throat and licked my balls. I moaned loudly and started humping harder. I was already on the brink, and i bet she was a lot better at sucking cock then Chris. She obviously noticed that I was about to burst.
She pulled me out and kissed me again, swirling my tongue around hers. I gasped and bucked my hips into the now dripping wet panties. She slid back down and jerked me off, I burst into her mouth moaning hard. She came up again and kissed me lovingly. When I came down from my orgasm high she cuddled into my arms and started falling asleep. I reached for her pussy and she shook her head and grabbed my hand and placed it back onto her back. “Not yet little brother.” and together we drifted off to sleep.
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A heart warming tale of a young boy who finds himself in a lot of trouble and needs a hero to “cum” and save him!
A work in progress… But here’s what i have so far
“Ryan open up!” Charley continued to knock on the door. Lane started to stir. Not wanting to disturb the beautiful angel that was lying next to me. I quietly got up and threw on the underwear that I was pretty sure weren’t even mine, but it was the first thing that I grabbed. Thinking it would be quicker than putting on the pair of jeans that I had last night, I quickly climbed the stairs until I reached my room. Lying on the floor by the door was a pair of Nike running shorts. I hastily put them on as I descended down the stairs, and then a sound caught my attention on my way to the front door.
Looking out the window I could see Charley’s blue mustang turning around the block. Spinning out down the street from where I live. I exhaled deeply. I was glad that I didn’t have to confront Charley, and explain the sleeping wonder on my living room floor. I thought about it for a moment and then decided that I needed to take a shower to help my nerves settle down a little.
I slowly pulled my shorts off and then took the underwear that I was wearing and threw it in the middle of the floor. I looked down at the red briefs. It said Diesel on them. That must be the Aeropostale of underwear or something. Being that half of the locker room wore the same underwear.
I jumped in the warm jet of water that was bursting out of the head of the shower. I replayed the last few hours in my head. The movie. The kiss. The fucking. The cum. Ohhh the cum. Thinking about it made my dick twitch and I could feel a stiffie coming on. I couldv’e spent all night in that shower. Reminiscing about events that took place prior to my shower. Then I thought of what happened when Charley awoke my perfect paradise.
Wait. When Charley knocked I don’t remember him saying “Brock…Open the door.” No. I remember him saying “Ryan…Open the door.” But Ryan? He was over 300 miles away from here. My heart panicked as I bent over and turned the nozzle off. I jumped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and ran to Ryan’s room.
Nothing. There was no sign that Ryan had been there at all that night. Then I remembered something else Charley said. I can see you car here so I know your home.” Quickly I ran down stairs and slid across the kitchen until I got to the door that exited into the four car garage I noticed my Avalanche and beside there was my brothers old Camaro. The other vacant spots were reserved for my mom and dad’s vehicle.
I went to the kitchen and dialed in my Brother’s number on the telephone.
Ring Ring.
“Hello?”
“Hey its Brock.”
“Uhmm hey.”
We sat in a silence for a moment. “Hello?” He asked again.
“Ya im still here.”
“Did you…uh…need something?”
“No, I was just wondering where you were at.”
“I thought we talked about this.” He said. “I’m in Wisconsin. With the rest of the family. Why?”
“Oh I was just wondering why you didn’t take your car?”
“To save on gas.”
“Oh.” I said. I felt like an idiot.
“Is that all?” He asked.
“Ya sorry bro.”
“Its cool. Bye.”
“Bye.” I felt like I could walk on top of the world. I felt like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. I opened up the fridge and got me some orange juice.
In all this commotion I forgot about the reason I was worried in the first place. Lane. I stepped into the living room and found him sleeping again ever so peacefully. Man this guy was a heavy sleeeper I joked to myself. I threw my towel across the room and joined my new friend on the floor.
The next morning I woke from the sound of my phone going off. It was slightly saddened to find myself alone on the floor. I reached over to grab my phone and looked at the screen and saw ‘Charley’ in big letters across the top.
“Hey” I answered.
“Where the crap were you last night?” He said. Getting right down to it.
“ I must have fallen asleep or something.” I said. Trying to hide the lie in my voice.
“And Ryan?”
“Ryan is up in Wisconsin.”
“But his car was there.” I then explained the situation to Charley as I got myself dressed and ready to go out and present myself to the world. We hung up and decided that I was gonna go over to his house later on.
As I wolfed down the last of my cereal, I grabbed my keys and walked out of the garage door to head on over to Charley’s.
But there was a note on my windshield. It read:
Last night was awesome babe. Can’t wait to do it again sometime.
-Lane.
p.s. heres my cell 918-555-0978
I typed the number on my phone and saved it under Lane. I then sent a text saying that I enjoyed it just as much as he did and that I would love to do it again the next time hes available. I got to Charley’s house in about fifteen minutes. We sat in his room and talked about the new track coach and much of a dick he could be. But no matter what the subject was I could get my mind off of last night. And that note he left. Babe. Thats what really kept me hooked. I might have been the most popular and ONE of the many hottest at my school but Lane Gregory was the hottest. Followed by Charley and a few others.
After about three hours I went by McDonald’s to pick me up something to eat. And thats when I seen him again. He was driving a white two door pickup across the four way in front of me. I let out a short honk and watched him look in my direction. Even from here I could see his dimples forming and his muscles bulging out out of the tight tee (that matched his blue tinted glasses) he was wearing. He smiled and then waved in my direction. He turned into McDonald’s and pulled up right behind me. My house was minutes away and so I crossed the intersection, with him on my tail, and drove about two miles before pulling into my garage. I signaled for him to follow me in and just use one of my parents places. He seemed to understand and pulled in next to Ryan’s car.
As soon as we were inside he grabbed my hand and spun me around. Just like the previous night
he took ahold of my face and kissed me but this time I knew what to expect and vigorously kissed him back. We scrambled up the stairs and into my room before we started to remove each others clothing. I noticed the new smells that were began to flow off his skin. The warm sweet fragrance of Usher cologne. Sprayed the perfect amount around the perfect parts. He took hold of my belt buckle and undid expertly. He then got on his knees and began to deep throat me.
He had his wet juicy lips spread wide and with his tongue began to make circles around my crown. It felt so damn good I began to moan and beg for more. He then moved his left hand around my body and slipped his finger in to crack of my ass. He ran it back and forth over the sweat that was being produced. He then stuck that same finger deep into my anus and began to fuck me with his index finger. It felt so good. I began to scream and yell out in pleasure. He then stuck another finger in there. And then another. Three fingers deep into my ass, I couldn’t take this anymore I grabbed the back of his head and began to fuck it.
Now I might not be nine inches like Lane but I was eight. Thats still pretty big! But Lane didn’t gag once while I was fucking face off. I felt a hot rush come over me and then it reached the base of my penis. It was like someone had took a hold of my lungs. I couldn’t breathe as I empty countless loads of sperm into his wide open throat. I was tired. I couldn’t stand. My knees collapsed and I landed on my bed.
Lane was there in an instant. “Babe! Babe. Are you all right?” “This is my fault. Please don’t be mad babe please. All I wanted to do was please you. Are you all right?”
Even though I just shot out enough sperm to start a bank. I was NOT about to let Lane think he did something wrong. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck pulled him to me. I crammed ours lips together and forced my tongue into his mouth. I didn’t care if I could still taste my own sperm. I needed him to kiss me like we never had before. We kissed a good 5 minutes straight. It felt like not one breath was permitted in that time. I rolled him on his back and then went down on him. I stroked him at first then using nothing but tongue I licked every inch of this god and then submerged myself all the way down until his bush was tickling my nose. I sucked and sucked that cock for what seemed like hours. He came at least three time in this process.
He then looked at me and said without a hint of doubt…”Fuck me.” He turned over after giving me a wet suck on my dick to substitute for lube. I stuck it in about halfway and then pulled out. This went on for about two minutes until he demanded to be rammed. I went full force into that ass. Oh nothing in the world felt better. Oh My God! Without warning a came into his ass it filled him up and then I turned over for my turn. After the fucking was over we layed and cuddled for a little while.
I was tracing the six pack that he was sporting. And then out of nowhere he took my face and looked into my eyes with those mesmerizing eyes and with 100% seriousness he said, plain as day,
“I love you.”
I silently gasped. What?! Me? This god loved me?! No there had to have been a mistake somewhere I couldn’t just get this lucky in life. And I could tell he was waiting for my reaction the look in his eyes as he searched for any signs of doubt. I didn’t know how to answer. And so on impulse and purely hormones I responded, “I love you too.”
Lane smiled huge that hot smile of his and pulled me closer to him and then we fell into sleep.
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