Taking the XY Axis
By neonurotic ©
'Can I ask you a question without you taking it the
wrong way' was one of the first things he ever asked me. The second was, ' can
I borrow a bite of your burger? '
He sat next to me on the bench in the smoking area at the
college. I no longer smoked cigarettes, but I wasn't one of those non-smokers
that did a one-eighty in attitude against smokers. I still liked the smell of
burning tobacco.
"Sure." I said to his questions, halved my
sandwich and gave it to my bench mate. I didn't know him, but I'd seen him in
my intermediate algebra class. "Here, it's chicken."
"Are you gay?" He asked matter-of-factly,
wolfing down his sandwich in one bite. "My gay-dar
must be broke because I can't tell if you are. You don't look it or sound like
it."
While he asked this, I wondered—what exactly is a gay
look? Is there some objet d'art that puts someone
over on the 'gay' side? If that's so, what exactly does it? Was my hair too
stylish? Maybe it's the color I wear? Do I have too much swish in my ass when I
walk? Is it because of the music I like? Or, is it the movies I like? Damn, if
I could just figure out the essence of what makes someone look gay, I'd bottle
it and make a frigging fortune. Then at least everyone would know for sure who
was gay without assuming or asking, and ultimately making asses out of
themselves.
"Well, hey there," I raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'm James and you are?"
"Uh…Reese." He blinked; surprised that I
corrected his ill manners.
"Well, Reese, that's too much of a personal question
to ask someone you don't know, isn't it?"
"I know you. You've sat across from me in Math 57
every weekday for three weeks."
"That's true, I do sit there, but that doesn't mean
we know each other well enough that you can ask me whether I'm gay or
not."
"So…are you?" He continued to be rude and
grinned knowingly; after all, any straight man would be quick to state he
wasn't queer as soon as the question was posed. "I am."
Duh, no fucking shit. Math Boy's gaydar might've been broke, but mine wasn't.
"I'm bi." I replied dryly, consuming the rest
of my sandwich.
Reese frowned as he lit a rolled Bidi
cigarette, looking me over as if I had a particularly nasty catchy disease.
"It figures," he exhaled chocolate-scented smoke through his nose.
"I don't care much for bisexual men."
Annoyed, I stood. "I could give a shit less if you
do or you don't." Tossing what was left of my lunch; I slung my backpack
on and left him sitting there by himself while gnashing my teeth together.
Math class wasn't for another fifteen minutes, but I
wasn't going to waste my lunch time sitting next to that rude ass. Nope. I had
better things to do, like get my caffeine/sugar fix at the school's coffee
stand, which I thought made the best iced macchiatos
this side of the
As if, I snorted, I really didn't have much to form such an inclination.
I'd only been with one other guy, Darrion, who was my
guy on the side in a committed relationship with Felicia, my girlfriend of
three years. We'd liked things a little more than vanilla so she brought a work
mate home with her one night and we'd been involved with him in a threesome
ever since. Nearly five months had passed before he and I did anything,
touching him in that way. Instead, we did it straight, two guys with one girl.
This was because I kept telling myself I was a hetero dude even though I damn
well knew I wasn't. I liked men the same way I did women. Felicia knew it and
he did too, but I went on denying it. Luckily, Darrion
was patient and interested in me enough that he stuck around until I accepted
my bisexuality—and how! One night made up for five months of frustration on
both sides. He couldn't walk right for days, or so he told me. The poor bastard
was hooked on me for sure and stroked my ego often the past year we'd been
together.
At the barista stand, I ordered my coffee and Math Boy
placed his order on my tab too without asking, which of course wasn't a
surprise to me since he was an all-assuming, ill-mannered little shit up to
now. So why was I letting him be? Because he was hot and obviously interested
in me—aggressive too, don't forget that.
That was an important point, him being cocksure because Darrion wasn't. My passive boyfriend truly was a bottom in
every way. He was sweet and sexy, but at the same time he was a bit
disappointing since he refused to take the top, be assertive with me, which was
something I'd wanted him to do.
"I don't trust them," he sucked on the red
straws in his coffee, chewing on them thoughtfully.
"Who?"
"Bi boys."
"You're still going on about that?"
"They're sluts, always fucking anything that
breathes—chicks, dudes, chicks and dudes at the same time. Disgusting."
We walked to our math class with him giving a steady stream of reasons
why he didn't like guys with my sexual orientation. In the classroom, I sat
down and he who normally sat across the aisle from me, squeezed behind and sat
on my left, so close his thigh touched mine. I scooted over as if he had bitten
me.
"Shut it," I slouched in my chair, opening my
book, pretending to finish an equation from yesterday's homework.
Luckily, the classroom filled up and he had to be quiet
once the math instructor joined them. The math teacher was a stickler of back
and forth communication, between her and the students and not any side-to-side
conversations. I liked that rule. It kept the annoying whispers to a minimum so
I could concentrate on the lesson. No matter how well a teacher taught, math
was already hard as hell to understand without listening to talk about 'last
night's winning game' or how 'shitty someone's date was'. It was just too
distracting. I couldn't afford taking classes over again unlike most of my
younger classmates who had parent's paying for school. I was ten years older
and footing the bill for my own schooling.
Before long, fifty minutes passed and the teacher closed
her book, signaling she was finished. I shot out of there as quickly as
possible, avoiding further remarks from the smug little bastard. Much to my
dismay, it started pouring outside while class was in session. That's the
northwest for you; it often rains, worse is when it comes down in a torrent,
making muddy puddles that seem to be as deep as open graves. Still worse, was
not having an umbrella and having to walk to my truck that was a half a mile
away in the parking lot.
Hoofing around small lakes along the way, I made it to my
white Nissan soaked to the bone and shivering. Standing there, also sopping wet
was Math Boy. He nodded to my truck, indicating he wanted a ride. I glared at
him, but got into my truck, and reached over the passenger's side door to let
him climb up into the cab.
"How about for a warm up, I'll repay that coffee you
bought me earlier?"
"Sure," I said, raising an eyebrow, a little
surprised.
"There's this great place, Let's Go Espresso,"
he grinned disarmingly with even white teeth. "Do you know it?"
"I do."
We drove the wide streets of Broadway with him chattering
good-naturedly about himself, confirming that he was eighteen and talked about
school. He explained that he normally walked the mile to school because he
didn't like paying the college's parking fees or hunt the lot for a free space.
That I could understand; the parking was horrible, especially around the time
we had math class. His pessimistic behavior toward bisexual men seemed to lift
the more he talked, and continued when we got to the coffee shop and sat down
with our lattes. As our conversation progressed, I realized how attractive he
was and dismissed my prior negative notions of him. The coffee warmed the pit of
my gut, but Reese flamed parts of me that only another man could. I found
myself revealing desires that I kept from my two very tame, predictable lovers.
"James, you've never bottomed before have you?"
"I, uh…" I began; feeling rather turned on and
awkward at the same time with our conversation, also in a great need of a cool
drink instead of the coffee that I nursed. "No I haven't."
"But you want to?" he wagged his brows
suggestively. "I switch, although I prefer to saddle up."
"We'll have to hook up then." I blurted then
blushed madly when other patrons of the shop looked over, staring curiously.
"Yesh…but, well look at the time. I should be
going now."
Math Boy chuckled. "Me too."
We left the shop together. "Need a lift?" I
asked.
"Nah, I just live right in that apartment building
over there," he pointed it out, which was only a few hundred feet away and
it had stopped raining. "But thanks for the ride over here though. See you
in class tomorrow."
"Ya, sure." I felt let down for some reason.
It wasn't as if I'd follow him home then let him fuck the hell out of me, but I
was certainly thinking about it. "Tomorrow."
Back at the 4x4, I climbed up onto the black step bar and
swung into the cab. No sooner had I turned the engine over, when the passenger
door jerked open and Reese joined me, or on me was more like it. He grabbed the
collar of my shirt and pulled me to him, and we crashed into a lip bruising
kiss. His tongue thrust inside my mouth, brushing mine without giving me time
to protest or breathe—not that I would protest if given the chance. One sly
hand drifted to the crotch of my jeans, squeezing the hard bulge that quickly
formed under the fly. He fumbled with the zipper and jerked it down.
"Nice," Reese growled without looking. "Very nice. Can I suck that, James?"
"Wh-what? Here?!"
Extremely nervous and excited, I looked around, but saw
there was no way anyone could see what was going on inside the truck because it
was set so high, plus the rapidly fogging windows were tinted, further
obscuring what we both had in mind.
"Yes," he mumbled against my lips, eating my
face and traveling down. "Right here, right now."
Reese munched on a nipple through my damp t-shirt, sucked
the rain out of it, pushed the shirt up a little and bit quivering stomach
flesh. His pointed tongue plunged into my navel, causing me to catch my breath
and groan. The sensation was a wildfire that had me instinctively bucking my
hips, pushing my stiff dick over the waistband of my boxer shorts.
"You're ready for it, aren't you cowboy?"
All I could do was nod as anything coherent left me when
his tongue lit across the head of my cock. His hot breath came in sharp intakes
and exhales; he was just as excited about blowing me as I was. Drool ran down
the length of me while that amazing tongue swirled around the ridge and deftly
swiped the slit of my now blood-pounding, aching cock. His thumbs hooked into
my jeans and shorts, pulled on them, prompting me to lift my ass as he put them
around my ankles. Free and bare like this, I spread my knees as he continued to
suck just the head.
Goddamn, it felt good.
Slick with his saliva, he held the shaft, fisted it in a
slow twisting motion, never actually pulling the skin, but giving enough nice
friction that it had me crazy. I couldn't stay still. I writhed, laced fingers
through his hair and grabbed handfuls of it. I tried not guiding him into
taking more, but it was a no go, I needed it all the way.
"Oh fuck, damn…suck it."
"Mmfff,"
muttered Math Boy.
Reese did what I asked, sucked harder and I knew it
wasn't going to last much longer. Already, I reeled on the edge, drawing a long
shuddering, gasping breath as he finally took me further into his mouth. I
slipped over his tongue and bumped the back of his throat in an easy rhythm. He
drew the length of my cock in and out, caressed my tight ready-to-come balls,
beyond, to the sensitive ridge. Then the inevitable happened just as he snaked
a surprisingly thick finger inside of me. Pleasure diffused from the tip of my
cock and centered on my spine, right behind my navel.
I threw my head back, cracked it against the window, but
I didn't care. "Jeezus…" My orgasm ripped
from my balls, pumped its boiling contents between his lips and all the while,
he finger frigged my ass. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
Fuck. I slouched in my seat, panting.
My cock tormenter looked up, grinned with a shining
gelatinous blob of my come on his lips. "How about we continue this at my
place?"
I leaned down and kissed him; tasted my saltiness.
"Sure." I smiled lazily—docile, more than willing to be his for the
next couple of hours.
Reese sat up and I pulled myself together again, cranked
the truck's engine then drove the short distance to his apartment. We walked to
his door; he smirked as he told me what he had in mind. My heart hammered away
in my chest as we went into his very clean studio. No sooner had he put his
house keys on the counter; he dropped me with a sweep of his left foot, hooking
it behind my ankle and pushed on my chest. Luckily, a large futon broke my fall
where he stripped me, and himself, as he kissed me roughly.
"I've wanted to do this to you from the first day of
class." Both naked now, he straddled my thighs and blazed my chest with
kisses. "You're sexy as hell, do you know that James? You're a natural too
because you don't really know it, or just don't give a shit."
"The ego stroke is nice and all, but not necessary
because…" I held my breath as the flame of his tongue burned a path along
the line of my sternum, neck and chin, where he nipped the end, baring his
teeth in a wicked grin. "I'd rather be licking your nuts." I meant it
too; I could feel the heavy hang of them brushing my dick.
Damn. That was hot, he was hot…the whole scene was hot.
Reese shifted above me, his thighs pressing on either
shoulder and held his perfectly shaved balls to my lips. I kissed them, sucking
one and curling my tongue around the other. His taste was deep, musky, all man.
Grabbing his round butt cheeks in my hands, I pulled him closer and made him
drag the length of his velvety smooth dick across my lips. His delicious skin
seared me with his caress. I wanted him bad and couldn't recall if I ever
wanted Darrion the way that I wanted Reese at that
moment.
"Dammit, quit teasing
me." His voice cracked, "Aw-ahhh, that's
it."
I gave him a little of what he did to me earlier in the
truck, swirled and sucked the blood darkening glans,
that oozed glistening drops of his slickness. His groans filled my ears as he
pushed past the tight 'O' that I formed with lips and tongue. I cock-sucked him
awhile, adding sexy wet sounds to his lewd panting and mewling. He was all
cat-like in heat, which made for an audio aphrodisiac that had me rock hard
again in no time. Bumping past my palate, he threatened to choke me, but I
managed to keep in control by digging my fingers into his fleshy round ass. I
sucked for all I was worth until he couldn't take it any longer and pulled
away, wrenching his dick from my mouth with an audible wet pop.
"Wha—?"
"Even though you give some great fucking head James,
I didn't bring you back to my place to get off like that."
Reese moved back, trailing wet kisses all the
way then stopped to stab his tongue into my navel, and like before, I jumped in
pleasure. He quickly moved from there, catching between his incisors the hairs
that formed a fine line from my stomach to the manicured dark blond thatch I
cultivated. He grabbed my dick in his fist, lifted it to tongue lash my balls
wickedly and sucked one hard enough that I winced. He released both my cock and
balls, went lower still, his hands under my thighs, prompting me to raise them.
I did this, giving him access to my most private place—somewhere I had only let
Darrion touch me and then only for light ass
play.
Saying nothing, he went for it, face pushing
between my cheeks and his mouth sucking right onto my hole. He forced his
tongue inside and for the life of me; I tried to stay in control, but went
crazy horny as he thrust it in and out of me. I latched onto his tongue wanting
more; told him so and he obliged adding two fingers. He went back to licking my
balls, swirling the tip
of his blazing tongue around and between them while
he opened me. I knew exactly what he was doing and desperately wanted what was
coming next, so much so I pushed against his frigging fingers.
"You are real hot, cowboy, you know
that?" It was a rhetorical question because he finally paid attention to
my cock, sucked on it for a few minutes before asking another question.
"You want me to fuck you now, don't you?"
"Yesss." I hissed, nearly glaring at him to get
fucking already.
"Ask me nicely, James." He sat up
straight, pushing my knees up higher and wider.
"Ahh,
damn…" I eyed him reaching over to his nightstand for a bottle of Jack
Jelly lubricant, which he generously coated his cock and my ass. "Jeezus." I jerked; it
was unexpectedly cool. "Will you?"
"Will I what?"
"Fuck me, please?"
Math Boy grinned; it spread across his face
like an oil slick. "First time is just a little burn," he said,
poising at my mark. "But after that it feels right, I'll make you love
it."
I was all hot for it too, the
feeling of him pushing into me and surrendering. However, for whatever reason,
panic split me in half as he tried to break through my tight virgin ass. He
kept telling me to relax, even tried to give me a hand job to distract me, but I wasn't having any of it. My heart
thumped wildly while my chest tightened and I couldn't breathe. This scared the hell out of me, thinking I was having a
heart-attack. I broke out in a cold sweat and managed to get free of him.
"No…stop, I can't!"
"What?" He grabbed me and pulled me
back, wrenched my legs apart.
"No."
"What the fuck? We aren't done yet…where
the fuck do you think you're going?"
Away from him. "Yes we are,
now get off me."
I was in a full-blown panic attack
and this asshole wanted to fuck? I pulled free again and he gripped my ankle.
He was wiry strong; we wrestled for a second, but I connected with one flailing
foot to his sternum and kicked him off the bed. Anxiety had me
hyperventilating, but anger was quickly squashing that.
"Fuckin' cock
tease," he rubbed his chest.
I got out of the bed and dressed, glaring at
him. "No means no, shithead."
"I can't believe you're going to leave
me like this."
"Believe it." I tossed him the
bottle of Jack Jelly and made a hasty getaway with him cursing me.
Back at my truck and heading home, my heart
still pounded, though it was starting to ease up some. All right, it was a
shitty thing for me to do; I knew that. It would've pissed me off if he'd done
the same to me. Tomorrow, when I had to go to school and see him, I'd have to
apologize for the way I behaved. Now though, I wondered what was going on.
Why'd I freak like that? I had really wanted him too, or so I thought, but
obviously what my body craved and what I was mentally prepared for wasn't the
same.
I pulled up in my drive. Both Felicia's car
and Darrion's were already there. Great, just what I
needed. They'd know straightaway that something was up with me and likely,
they'd know what I'd been doing, that's how in tune we were with each other. I
opened the door to the living room with the adjoining kitchen and saw they were fixing dinner. Smoky
gunpowder green tea, oranges and roasted hen wafted past me as I slipped
upstairs to take a quick shower. I wondered what the special occasion was that
they were preparing dinner since cooking was their job and cooking was the last
thing on their mind when they got off work. As soon as I stripped out of my
semi-damp clothes, Felicia stepped into the bathroom.
"So you don't say hello any more?"
She gave me one of her sexy half grins. "Dinner should be ready by the
time you're done and pssst…in case you forgot, it's yours and Darri's
anniversary."
"Anniversary?"
Felicia wagged her auburn eyebrows
suggestively.
"Oooh. Damn, that anniversary." It had been a
year since he and I consummated our relationship. "I did forget." I
said sheepishly. "I smelled something delicious. It's great having two of
the best chefs in Greater Seattle as lovers. I never go hungry."
Laughing, Felicia pinched a small amount of
flesh on my hip. "It shows."
"Hey," I said, brushing her hand
away. "If you're saying I have love-handles, you're in for it,
missy."
"Promise?"
"Yep, spank, spank."
"Then I wanna
watch. If someone deserves a red ass, it's her." Darrion
appeared. "She was a regular snitchy-bitch in
the kitchen today."
"If you can't take the heat then get out
of the kitchen, bud."
The friendly banter between them privately
also managed to carry over professionally. Felicia was the day sous-chef,
the liaison between the customers in the dining room and the line cooks, such
as Darrion, who actually prepared the meals. Together
they worked at the Lux, a five star restaurant that served
fusion food, which mixed the diverse fresh cuisine of the Northwest with bright
Asian flavors. It was a very popular place to go, so they were
always busy and teased each other to keep things light.
"Darri, you
left the dumplings to fend for themselves?"
Felicia pinched him as she left the bathroom. "They'll be
overcooked!" She called back to us as she thumped down the stairs.
Scowling, he rubbed his arm where she pinched
him. "Want company?" He indicated the shower as he pulled off his
shirt and moved to kiss me.
"I uh, well…" I began, nervously. "Happy anniversary." I said quickly, mentally
thanking Felicia for cluing me in.
Pleased I remembered, Darrion
grinned, grabbed my hips and pulled me to him. The button-fly of his jeans
brushed against my cock, the friction of the material made it kick a few
degrees of hardness. Damn, he turned me on. What was I thinking getting with
Math Boy? We lip-locked with his tongue more demanding than mine; his thrust
into my mouth and made my legs feel weak and heavy. His hand caressed my sides,
around to the small of my back and squeezed my ass with both hands then a hand
slipped along the crack where he suddenly pulled back.
"Why are you all lubed up?" A
puzzled look crossed his brow as he rubbed his slick fingers together. "A
bit of Kinky Jack before dinner?" He grinned, dirtily referring to a
favorite dildo.
I could've lied, but I didn't. "No…I
well…" Now feeling too naked, I pulled away from him, nearly guarding
myself. "I met someone after class this afternoon."
"Yes?"
"Ya, a
guy."
"And?" Darrion's
handsome Greek features grew dark.
"We hooked up, or tried
but I left instead."
"Is that so? What happened?"
While it's true we didn't consider ourselves
in an exclusive relationship, neither of us had sexual encounters other than
with Felicia—that was until today of course. I gave him vague detail of what
down, what happened in the truck and in the apartment. He was angry, I could
see that he was and although he was, the hurt clearly showed in his brown eyes,
especially when I told him about wanting to bottom for Math Boy.
"Stupid asshole, you could've got hurt. You may
think you can handle your own in situations like that James, but you're wrong,
don't underestimate anyone. Ever."
"All right, I got you." I did feel like a
stupid asshole.
"Are you gonna see him
again?"
"Just in math class."
"Good," he pulled his shirt back on, giving me
a sour look. "I'm going back to my place cuz'
I've lost my appetite for both you and dinner tonight."
"Darri, hey I'm sorry,
man…"
"I know. Talk to you later."
I stared after him. Going home was not a good thing since
he only maintained a place for appearances with his religiously uptight,
close-minded parents. It was such a dumb shit thing to do, letting my cock do
the thinking, but then that's just being male, right? However, I knew better. I
didn't need to be such a bastard at the same time. This day turned out to be
astonishingly bad; I fathomed the events while taking a shower, drowning
negative energy. I hoped it left me, washed down the drain and carried the
scummy thoughts away.
The hot water ran out fairly quick, but I stood there
shivering in ice water self-torture before Felicia came to get me for dinner.
Sake warmed me up as we shared green tea smoked orange chicken and steamed
vegetable dumplings, a favorite meal of mine, especially made for three. I
explained what happened with Darrion, why he left. My
girlfriend, unlike my guy, wasn't the jealous type. She was unbiased and very
understanding, however, she agreed with him about me being stupid. I did too.
Over the next week, Darrion
milked the "spurned boyfriend" card for all it was worth. I didn't
mind it at all considering punishment was giving him head every day for seven
days running, not that it was much different from any other day; I just didn't
get any reciprocation. He still shared our bed every night, but curled up with
Felicia instead of me, which I did mind since I was normally between them.
Fitful sleep for a week—time served shaking in my sheets—I deserved it.
I'd apologized to Reese right away for acting the way I
did. It didn't matter to him, me splitting before his big cumshot
since he figured he'd get another chance. I tried to make it perfectly clear
there wasn't going to be a "next time" and sat as far away from him
as possible. This obvious brush off didn't faze him any, in fact it made him
more determined. He managed to be everywhere I was on campus. It wasn't creepy
that he stalked me, as I still felt confused, wanting what he had to offer with
his sexy aggressive ways, but fearing him at the same time.
Some time later, after the math midterm test, one I
studied my ass off to get a good score and still walked away with a D, he
appeared at my truck, waiting for me. Great, just what I needed, I
didn't want to deal with him trying to persuade me into the sack.
"Fuck off." I jammed the key into the door
lock.
"Can I get a ride?"
"Hell no."
"C'mon man, don't be such a prick, it's starting to
rain."
I got into my truck and let him in since it was indeed
starting to rain and he did walk to school every day, it wouldn't have been
very nice of me if I hadn't. I may be a lot of things, but I wasn't cruel. We
drove in silence, but once we pulled up into his parking lot, he got cocky.
"Want to work off that frustration of your F grade,
cowboy?"
"I didn't fail."
"Close to it though, eh? You look pissed."
"It's a perpetual look with you around." I said
bitterly.
"I got an A on the test and feeling fucking
great."
"Whatever. So what."
"Well, yanno, if you let
me suck your dick, you'll forget all about it and we can call it
studying."
Any sane person would've said no, but I'm not exactly
rational when it comes to offers such as that. I let him do it and as before,
it was amazing, Math Boy really did have a talent of getting me off harder than
I ever had. He knew it too, gloated with a mouthful of my come. He swallowed
and jumped out my truck, because his intent was to get me thinking with my dick
again. This routine went on for a few weeks. He'd blow me every day after class
and sometimes I returned the favor. Never once did he press for more, which was
good since I'd hurt him bad before he got it.
After a week-long study/cock-sucking session for final
exams, he finally wanted more.
"Let's go up to my place, James, we'd be more
comfortable there."
I had him with his pants off, splayed legs over my
shoulders as I drooled over his veiny erection and
finger frigged his tight ass. No. I wasn't going to do that so I ignored him
and continued to draw him in and out of my mouth, with tongue swirling as much
I could around his girth. He really did have a handsome fat cock and quite
possibly too much of one for me. I worked a good amount of spit that slipped
down his crack, making a perfectly lubed twitchy opened hole to fuck.
"C'mon, don't let me waste this here," he
panted, grabbed a handful of my hair and with him still in my throat; he jerked
my head back and fixed me with an intense lusty stare. "You know you want
me to fuck you."
The withering look I gave him was 'no' enough and he
angrily thrust his dick further, choking me. He fucked my face and I gagged against
the force. I tried to break free, but couldn't. He'd kill me with his dick and
get off if he could—probably would love to shoot his load as I died. Fucker. I was in a position that I could reach the
door handle and pulled it. The door popped open; he fell to the tarmac, showing
his naked ass and quickly deflating cock.
"Consider this our last study session,
asshole!"
I threw his pants and boots at him, one hit him square on
the forehead while I pulled the door closed and locked it. Cranking the engine
over, I grinded gears and drove out of the parking lot with him dressing in my
rearview mirror. At home, no one else was there. That was good because I was
still shaking with fury and Darrion would want to
know why; I'd tell him of course, never lied to him before and wasn't about to
start. After that, I'm sure I'd be in the dog house with him for a long time,
maybe forever.
I slugged back a beer to calm down then heard a knock at
the front door. Answering it spiked my blood pressure, seeing Math Boy standing
on my Welcome mat. "What the fuck, you followed me?" I saw a
rusty orange Volkswagen Beetle in my drive, his I presumed.
"I knew you lived here," he pushed through the
door. "School computer records, yanno. I work in
admissions while you're in morning classes." He grabbed the beer from me
and drank the rest of it.
"Get the fuck out of my house before I throw you
out."
"We're not done yet."
"Oh the hell we are, we are so done, man."
"Now James, relax, the last few weeks you've been
enjoying my blowjobs, now haven't you? I just want more in return."
"You want more?" I snapped in more ways than
one.
"Ya, I do."
Anger lit up and burned me through. He smirked, thinking
he won. With a growl of frustration, I pinned him against the sofa and kissed
the side of his neck, just shy of his ear. He responded, pressed his crotch
into mine as I moved to the meat of his shoulder where I bit down to hold him
still. A sharp intake of his breath and long groan had me making space between
our bodies so I could undo my pants. He did his while I sucked a scarlet-purple
mark at the crook of his neck. With both our pants open, neither of us wearing
shorts, I felt his hard cock rub against mine. I pulled back and he tried to
kiss me on the mouth, which I out-maneuvered by grabbing the bottle of
Lubriderm, squirted a palm full of lotion.
"Gonna fuck me now,
cowboy? Is this how it's gonna
be?"
"Ya." I jerked him around and pushed
him over the back of the couch. "You instead of
me."
I kneed his legs apart, greased my dick with the cream
and most of it in the line of his ass. His hole was ready for my thumb; it
clamped down while I worked it twisting around, adding a finger. He pushed back
wanting more of what I was giving him. The greedy slut pig always wanted more.
I removed my fingers
"More…" I poked an inch of my girth into him
then out before I curled a hand in the tail of shirt and thrust all the way.
"There's more, you filthy little slut. How's that?"
His answer was a piggy grunt, "Uh-uh, uh…ya, fuck
ya!"
Holy fuck! I couldn't deny it—it was some great ass—it felt like a
smoking hot sheath that strangled my cock with every plow. I marveled at how
fantastic he felt then to better my ass-punishing power, I gripped his hip in
one hand while other twisted in his shirt and pulled him onto my erection.
Damn, I wanted to hurt him, show him that no meant no. Make him see that he had
nothing me. For me, this wasn't sex for pleasure's sake because I was still
plenty angry with him. I wanted that confusion gone that he instilled the
afternoon he had me in his bed.
"Dammit…already," he
craned his neck around, trying to look at me. "I'm going to blow my wad
any second."
"That's right; watch me pound that cakehole of yours."
Grinning callously, I beat his ass and fucked furiously, almost pushing him
over the sofa. He didn't protest this; he liked it in fact and met my
battering. Several spank-thrusts later, he radiated a hot cherry-red.
"Aw, shit, I'm gonna…I'm
coming!" Math Boy's ass contracted hard, as he moaned something
unintelligible.
I felt his heat in waves against my stomach as I leaned
over his back. "Ya, me too and that's all you'll ever get." I bit him
between the shoulder blades; he writhed against me and permitted different angles
of his horny ass. We fucked like mad for a minute more until I came, yelling
crazy fuck-talk. "Ahh, jeezus
fuck, ya…" My load came in jerky spurts and with the last spasm; I knocked
him flat on the back of the couch.
I sucked his ear; bit the lobe. "Ya know, earlier in
my truck when you nearly choked me to death; that's the second time you forced
yourself on me." I began with a hard tone. "I could've just as easily
reached into my glove box for my pistol, but instead, I opened the door and
dumped you on your ass."
Reese stiffened beneath me hearing my unveiled threat;
held his breath.
"I want you to remember that." I pushed off
him, and pulled up my pants. "You got your more, so leave me alone
now, because next time you fuck with me it will be the pistol I reach for.
Understand?" Although, I did have a Beretta for safety, I'd never use it
on him, but the extreme warning certainly got my point across.
"Gotcha," he fixed himself, not meeting my
eyes. "W-we are done," he stuttered and fumbled with the doorknob
before he shot out the door where Darrion and Felicia
came up the walk.
Darrion gave Reese a dirty look and a
body check, a hard enough one that Reese stumbled off the sidewalk. Felicia
nodded and patted my arm as she came into the house then went straight to the
kitchen with a sack of groceries.
"That him?" Darrion
asked.
"That was." I stressed the word 'was'
with a nasty look of revulsion, hoping he'd understand that it was completely
over between Math Boy and me.
"What was that all about?"
"Revenge and clearing up some confusion."
Darrion suppressed a grin. "How'd
that go?" He understood me perfectly.
"Very sweet for the former,
but not so good for the latter."
"I can make that crystal for you..." he pulled
me to him, arms around my waist and hands sliding down my ass.
"Right now if you'd like." His crotch ground against mine as
he licked my chin.
"Wow." I was hot all over again, this time
wanting sex because it was right. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." His tongue flirted with mine before
slipping it into my mouth.
"Hey," Felicia called from the kitchen. "Nuh-huh, none of that, naughty
boys."
"No?" Darrion asked
mischievously. "Wanna watch me top?"
"Oh, of course." No one had to ask her twice, she
loved being the voyeur to our exhibitionism. Not every woman who was horny for
man-on-man sex was lucky enough to see a live show whenever she wanted.
"I've so been waiting for this to happen." She giggled in enthusiasm.
We went upstairs, peeling our clothes off along the way,
but I made a stop in the bathroom. I had to wash Math Boy away. In the shower, Darrion joined me. The hot water rained down on us, as I
lathered up with lavender oakmoss soap then passed it
to him. His seduction started there, not that he really needed to since I
already wanted him, but he nonetheless with heated words groaned into my ear.
He washed my back, down to the curve of my ass then scraped his teeth over
every part he cleaned. The slippery soapy water sluiced in the line to a place
I rarely let him touch, where his fingers slithered inside of me.
"Jeezus." I was his to do with whatever he
wanted.
I spread my feet wide apart, one foot on the side of the
tub, allowing him room to crawl between my legs so he was in position to
torture me with his mouth along with his fingers. My cock jutted out, bounced
with the needle spray of water hitting it , red and ready for
his full lips.
"Do you want me to give you head?"
He was a mere fraction away from it.
"Oh, ya, ya, please do."
"Tell me how much you like to have your
dick sucked."
"You are making me crazy."
"Tell me James, or I'll just breathe on you."
"G-gawd, a lot Darri…" I stuttered as his
tongue licked the end of my dick, knowing that I loved my piss slit probed.
"f-fuck, oh that's nice, fuckkk…"
My boyfriend's cock-sucking skills put Reese's to shame.
It should too because Darrion had a good fifteen
years on him. Math Boy had been fantastic, but it was mostly the danger factor,
the aggressiveness—it was more sexually thrilling than what my guy was. Darrion wasn't as exciting before, however that wasn't the
case now since he had me trembling at a high state of arousal, really in the
need for what he had to offer.
"Quit fucking around in there!" Felicia called
to us.
Reluctantly, I turned the water off and helped him to his
feet, where I drew him into a face feasting lip-lock. We climbed out of the
shower and dried each other off between kisses, licks and bites. Felicia was
already on our bed, which was a huge West Coast King, a 72 inch by 84 inch
playground. She had her version of a Kinky Jack, a glittering pink jelly vibe
buzzing her clit, anticipating what she was about to see.
I wasn't sure how he wanted me so I flopped on the
mattress face down, and stared at Felicia playing with herself. Man, I loved
watching her do that as much as I loved fucking her. He coaxed me onto all
fours, called me 'baby' with a deep croon as his tongue flicked across my ass.
I shivered, feeling him spread my cheeks apart and mashing his face between
them to get at my hole. His hot tongue lashed out; I bit my lip as he slipped
into the nerve bundle of O-shaped muscle and flesh. He was relentless with that
tongue, rimming me to the point I pushed back for more of that, much more.
"Do want you want me to fuck you now, James?"
"Fuck him, Darri."
Felicia panted, turning up her vibe.
"You know I want you to." I said into the
sheets, fists balled up in them. I lifted up, caught Felicia's big toe in my
mouth and sucked on it as he fucked thick fingers inside me. I wanted him bad,
all cock up to his balls deep. "Arghhh, fuck I'm
ready now, dammit."
Done with the finger frigging torment, he had me flip
over onto my back. He nudged my legs up, spreading them as he sidled against
me. "Give me some of that lube, you dirty skank."
He smirked at Felicia. "Our guy is going to need it."
I eyed his huge erection and silently agreed, sucked in
my breath as he slopped a generous amount of cool lubricant on me then thumbed
inside. Was I really ready for this? Physically I was, there was no doubt, I
ached for it, but mentally, was I prepared for it? Unlike last time with Math
Boy, I found I was. Darrion's big dick easily slipped
through my virgin ass; burned me slightly as he thrust his thick meaty girth
all the way without stopping. He finally bottomed out and paused, grinned in
perverse triumph when he did.
"Popped your cherry, how do you like it?"
"Hell," I grabbed my ankles so that he could go
deeper. "Don't stop."
"Oh god! That's hot." Felicia exclaimed,
flipping her vibe to high. "Fuck him, fuck him…oooh!"
Hearing her, the toy sloshing wetly in her pussy, I knew
she was in the midst of an orgasm. I dismissed her for a moment; it was all
about Darrion and me. I didn't break eye contact with
him and his light brown, copper ones pierced mine as we melted together. He was
incredibly big and hard, driving in and out, slow at first then picking up
rhythm the more excited we got. The sensation of him rubbing, dragging his cock
against the secret sweet spot inside me that all men have, caused sparks of
intense pleasure. I was right there on the edge with how well he controlled the
power and speed of his fuck.
In and out, in and out, aw hell it was wildly sexy.
"Baby…you feel so good." He grunted, snorting
in large amounts of air, signaling that he too was ready to come. "So tight, James."
That sound he made had me jacking my cock. I'd drooled a pool of clear slick in the pit of my navel, which
made a good slip-slide through my fist.
Suddenly, his expression changed from sweaty lust to his
'come face'. "Oh man I'm there! I'm there!"
He hitched my ass up a little higher, fucked new angles and made the come boil
in my balls. He leaned forward, and touched my forehead with his. "Come
with me." He demanded; eyes blazing as he fucked me harder, in the throes
of his orgasm that carried me into mine.
Hot ejaculate shot from me, between our sweat-slick
bodies and we slipped in it as we heavy breathed male satisfaction in each
other's face. At last, my heart came to its normal rhythm and we parted, kissed
thank you. I rolled over and on my side and pulled Felicia against me so that
her round butt was against my crotch.
"Did you enjoy your show?" I asked her, kissing
her ear.
"Oh yes, we'll have to do that again." She
purred, thoroughly satisfied with herself.
"Mmm, James, I believe we
will."
Darrion pressed in close, slipping an
arm under my neck and Felicia's too so that he could hold us at the same time.
This was our usual sleeping position; it really was quite erotic, especially
when one or all of us woke up from randy dreams—although now I wouldn't have to
settle on fantasy about my guy being assertive. Through this, I realized it
wasn't a matter of what I wanted, or how aroused I was at the very thought of
surrendering my body, it was all about trust and he had mine.
The End