I am not typically a morning person... Maybe it was an
effect of
the X, but I was up with a
certainty that sleep was not again going to
visit me. Still wrapped in the glorious arm of
just stay and bask for a while...
Even if I hadn't cum myself, this guy was
the sexiest and...oddly, the most compatible guy I had yet been with. In
my head I knew there were huge
problems ahead, like the whole him being
straight thing, but my logic had
left the building and my heart was hearing
neither counsel nor caveat.
I slithered out
of bed sometime after
little, I went to the kitchen to
cook breakfast. Normally I barely
managed
to make a pot of coffee and throw
together some cereal, in minutes;
however, I had a three-cheese
omelet, sausage, bacon, and three kinds of
toast, going, and had pulled
grapes, apples, and oranges out and was busy
putting them on a platter when I
heard the shower start. In that moment I
went from a reaction of profound
excitement to one of looking at all I'd
done and thinking, "Jesus
Christ you are such a fag!"
I made the
instant decision that I wouldn't under any circumstances
run outside to pick flowers for the
table. As I heard the shower cut off I
was also glad that at least I
didn't have any of those silly flavored
coffees.
"MAN
that smells great!"
denim shorts. As he came up he ran a hand affectionately
over my shoulder
and reached around me to snag a
piece of bacon.
"So
you little vampire, you trying to fill me up before you
chow down again?" He said this with a shit ass grin on his face
as he
grabbed a plate out of my hand and
started filling it up. With as much
real Incredulence
as mockery, I arched my eye brows and put my hand on my
hip,
"Excuse
me??? Vampire????"
As he loaded his plate with gooey omelet,
those deadly dimples,
"Well
come on, the only thing you didn't suck out of me
last night was my skeleton... and
it's not cause you didn't try."
"You
get everything you want flashing those fucking dimples
don't you???" I asked scowling.
"Yeah,
pretty much... sure works on those ladies in
financial aid."
He smirked, then added, "And you!"
"First
of all, it only works on me because I KNOW you're a
nice guy. If you weren't you'd be sucking buckets full
of attitude. And
second, I didn't hear one complaint
last night about my vampiric
activities. In fact, the closest
thing I heard to as complaint was
(falsetto voice) ""ohhh please stop, I can't do it anymore... I'm 22 and
you expect me to put out like a 17
year old"
"..."
I sat down as I said this and began to fill my plate up.
"Dude,
I PUT OUT for you last night and I'm STILL sucking
buckets full of attitude."
"Sorry,
it's my `before coffee' `tude, it'll clear up in a
few."
He laughed and added,
`"Good,
cause I was beginning to think my girlfriends PMS
wasn`t
that bad."
That
comment hit like a rock. `girlfriend'... I guess I knew there
had to be one... But now she was a
reality. My sudden mood change was so
easy to read, even the straight boy
could read it. We were both quiet for
a minute or so when
"I
meant what I said Alex, I'm not gay."
That rock
had just become a large jagged knife, I wanted to ask him
what last night was all about, why
the kissing... why the picking me
up... why the getting me stoned on
X... I closed my eyes for a second and
took a deep breath... `Why was he
everything I wanted'? Finally I spoke
up, trying to make my words sound
like a joke,
"Well,
you have two options as I see it then, you blame last night
on the drugs and pretend you don't
remember it and avoid me. Or you accuse
me of taking advantage of you and
punch me around a bit... If you choose
that one, please don't hit my face,
I haven't finished paying for the
dental work yet."
I knew it wasn't coming out right...the tone was too sad...
I wanted to go
to my room and pout.
"You
forgot the third option smart ass,"
a cheeriness directed at me because
make my mood better.
I took his bait and looked him in the eyes as I nibbled some
bacon. He
continued,
"I
thank you for an AMAZING night last night... I mean it
dude, you rock in so many
ways! Then I remind you that we have at
least
three hours together before I have
to leave... and then..."
He took a drink of coffee and then met my eyes,
"And
then I let you know what a cool guy you are and that I
plan to keep in touch. I mean when I
come home again and for possible
concerts and shit... and then I really do keep in touch."
fading... How could anyone stay mad
at this guy? So finally I took a drink
of coffee and added, with a
blushing grin,
"Oh
yeah, I always forget about number three"
I said this with a smile that I didn't want to be there...
Like when your
mom played that "don't
smile" Game with you when you wanted to pout as a
child... Then he stood up suddenly and lunged at me,
"I
think I like that second one best though... stand up so
I can slug you!"
When he lifted me out of my chair I was almost laughing, as
I stood up I
turned around to get out of his
grip, but stuck my ass out teasingly as I
did so.
"Little
perv."
He said as he brought his huge hand down soundly on my
ass. It stung...a
lot! As I started to wiggle my way
to freedom, he easily lifted me and
carried me down onto the love seat
with him so I was splayed across his
lap. Then he began to wack
me good and hard on the ass,
"OOOOWWWWWWW,
That hurts!!!!!"
I cried out as he spanked
me.
"Well
you said I couldn't hit your face gayboy, make up
your damned mind!"
enough that I fell off his knees
and landed on the ground. I got to my
knees quickly and tried to scoot
away from Dr. Sadism. But as soon as I did
he grabbed me by the running shorts
I was wearing and yanked them down, in
my efforts to liberate myself I
wiggled as he held them and they slid off
me.
Between peels of laughter
"Yeah,
wiggle that ass boy!!!!! God damn that
looks
funny!"
Finally I stopped on the other side of my room and turned
and sat on the
floor with my hands covering my
lap,
"Will
you please give me back my shorts?"
I asked him, he in turn was spinning my shorts around on his
finger and
grinning lewdly at me.
"Come
and take them from me."
He challenged with a sinister grin. I sat there knowing that if I
approached him he would clobber me,
and it wasn't as if I was big or strong
enough to even make a good attempt
at stopping him... As I sat there
trying to figure out what to do, he
launched at me with blinding speed, in
a second he'd swooped me up and
tossed me over his shoulder like so much
dirty laundry. This boy was strong, and his shoulders were
more like a
linebacker's than a baseball
player's. I got a serious hard on as I
rode
those shoulders. He walked to the bedroom swatting my now bare
ass with
his free hand,
"Damn
boy, I may hafta rethink my decision against fucking
you... That's a pretty sweet ass
for a guy...
His words stung a bit, I had thought all along that we were
heading to what
I thought all guys who sucked dick did... Then I remembered
that only one
of us had sucked dick so far. Like all my mental acrobatics thus far, I
pushed this puzzle aside and
retorted,
"Actually,
I was hoping you'd introduce me to some of your team
members who were a little... ummm... bigger?"
I was
unceremoniously tossed on the bed with his words,
"Fucking
little bitch, just like all the other groupies and team
skanks,"
Before I
could respond he leaped on top of me and started tickling
me... He had no way of knowing that
one could beat me, blow me, bite me,
throw me, or stick bamboo shoots
under my nails, ANYTHING but tickle
me!!!!! I went crazy flopping and
fighting and trying to get free. It was
pointless as he was so much bigger
than me... He kept yelling that he
didn't hear any complaints last
night and no one else had ever
complained... All I could do was
scream and plea incoherently at that
moment. Finally he rolled off me and ran his hand
gently up and down my
back...
"So...uuuhhhhh... how much time do you think I have before I
should
leave?"
I looked up in his happy, expectant, eyes...
"Negative
five minutes I'm thinking!" I said
with as much bravado
as I could call up. When I saw his exaggerated hurtful eyes, I
placated
him with,
"Depends
on what you want to do I suppose... Rubbers are in the top
draw of the night stand..."
He grimaced when I said this, even though it had only been a
joke... Mostly...
"Dude,
I just don't think I'm ready to do..."
His face screwed up
in a sour expression.
"`that'. I just can't
get over the whole ass-shit thing..."
I was about to protest this when he fell on me and started
kissing
me... His meaty hands were grabbing
my ass cheeks and kneading them
passionately.
Within moments He was straddling my face and feeding his
gorgeous cock to
me, moaning pleasantly and gently
fucking my mouth. I discovered as I
began, how extra sensitive he had
become since last night... whoever this
`girlfriend' was, was probably
going to have to sleep alone for a night or
two...
As he came he clutched my face closely to his crotch, his
seamen flowed
more than shot this time, but his
orgasm was still intense. I swallowed
and tried to licked him clean, but
he grabbed my head and just said,
"No!"
Even as I stuck out my tongue trying to reach his cock, he
pulled me up
against his hard once smooth chest,
which was still breathing hard. I was
held firm to his as he caught his
breathing returned to normal.
"What's
with the stubble fields?" I asked as
he shredded my face
with what once had been a polished
surface.
"I
haven't shaved yet... live with it bitch!"
He called out
smartly...
"WHY?" I asked,
"Does
Mr. Butch Sports star shave his chest?"
"Because
his Girlfriend think's it's
sexy asshole! Not all of us
are smooth like you
naturally..." He added.
"Well
Stop... Because your... I was about to say boyfriend, but
realized we hadn't discussed that
yet... We really hadn't discussed
anything yet...
"Because
`I' don't like it... I think a little hair would look sexy
as hell on you." I said running a hand along his masculine
chest.
He grinned and said,
"Well
two breasts trump a great breakfast..."
Then he kissed me on
the forehead and handed me back my
shorts.
"But
not by much." He tossed in with a
smile as he put a hand on
my shoulder.
"So do
I call you
asked as he pulled me up to face
him.
"I
always thought `Alex' worked out nicely." I stated.
eyes and stopped. I started laughing as I got up off him and
started to go
to the bathroom,
"Still
afraid you might like how good you taste huh?" I asked.
"Even
if I did like it, I still wouldn't go down on you... you'll
just have to get over that."
I stopped in the doorway and gave him a dirty look,
"Gorgeous
as you are
your mouth, so relax."
"Ok,
I'll bite, `WHY' would you be afraid to let me blow you IF I
wanted to?'"
"You
just answered your own question sweetheart."
I said to him as I climbed back on top of him and stretched
out over him so
I could maneuver for a kiss.
"Ok, I
don't get it, how'd I answer my own question?" He asked
confused.
I shook my head from side to side as I went "tsk tsk tsk." Finally he went
over everything he'd just said and
I could see the light bulb go off.
Without any warning he suddenly shot up and bit me on the
shoulder and
started growling like a dog. I giggled at first and then he started to
bite harder... It didn't so much
hurt as it did call for a response... So I
bit his earlobe,
"Ok
bitch, you wanna play games???" I growled out from between my
teeth.
So he bit harder and so I bit harder and we both growled
orders at each
other to stop... Finally he snuck a hand up to my arm pit and
started
tickling me again. He had me thrashing and begging for release
but
wouldn't stop... Finally, as I
rolled off of him, he rolled over on top of
me and pinned my hands above my
head and used his legs to pin mine down.
He looked down at me as I tried to get my breathing under
control; his face
was a mask of excitement and
mischievous charms. His eyes burned with an
almost frightening blaze.
"You
give yet?" He asked me.
I nodded my head and said,
"Yeah,
please, no more tickling."
"'Please no more tickling' WHAT?" He challenged.
"Please
no more tickling `SIR?'" I asked,
suspecting the game he
wanted to play... Which was fine
with me, I was so hard at that second all
he'd have to do is rub my belly and
I'd shoot like a fire hose.
"That's
right BITCH, you call me SIR from now on!"
To say this was a turn on would be like calling
island. Part of the turn on though, I later realized,
was in not knowing
how far
seriously said,
"Come on, tell me who's your daddy?"
I tried and tried to bite my tongue,
finally I couldn't help it and laughed
and laughed at that coment, if there was one phrase he should never have
used, that was it.
"Dude,
you really had me going there... I mean REALLY... But that
was one DORK-assed thing to say...
You really ruined the mood with that
one... SIR!"
I said. He grabbed me
and as ferociously as he could, started tickling me
and saying "DORK HUH?"
over and over as he tickled me. I was thrashing and
giggling as he finally stopped and
we looked each other in the eyes as we
caught our breath. I finally broke the moment by saying,
"You're
the one in control; you have to make the first move Dork."
then raised his defiant face, got a
smirk, and replied,
"Shut
up and kiss me Bitch!"
Our faces met in the most passionate kisses yet. His hands went to my ass
and kneaded my cheeks as he
attempted to bring me closer still to his body,
my hands rode up and down his Greek
god's body. After a few moments
rose up and looked down at me with
a strange expression on his face,
finally he smiled warmly and slid
off to spoon me, his cock nestled in my
ass crack. What surprised me though was that while I was
arching my neck
to meet his kiss, he began to
slowly rub my hard on. I moaned softly
as he
started tentatively and then as he
got used to the feel, picked up a little
speed and held my hard aching cock
more firmly. I lasted perhaps 5 minutes
before I shot so hard I hit my
chin.
down as my weekend build up
dribbled down his hand... He whispered in my
ear,
"I
would never have done that for any other guy."
Then he hugged me tightly before excusing himself to go wash
his hands.
We went out to lunch after that and he left from the Olive
garden.
Although my brain kept reminding me of his girlfriend and
his lack of
desire to do anything further with
me, my heart was dancing and daring
anyone to try and impugn my
feelings towards
though was to make me promise not
to tell anyone... THAT was going to be
tough as shit.