Valentine’s Day Story: Love in the Making

Routinely, my wife and I operate like cuckoo clocks. We go out to the edge of the plank, greet each other then go our separate ways. Its consistently been like this and I know why. We had a rough patch in our marriage a few years back. I became involved with another woman that we both knew. It wasn’t a long affair just a couple of nights of fun. I thought about telling my wife, but someone beat me to it.

The hard part came when she decided not to leave. Like a death had suddenly came into the family, I was locked out from the joys of her life. Everything is done without me now. She goes to the movies alone. Also spend alot of time with her friends. There is never a question of where I was or where I am going. If something exciting happens to me at work, she just smiles then walks away. I really want her to get back to normal and forget this happened. Why can’t she just get over it? It was just sex, nothing more than that.

Today is Valentines Day, so I decided to sit and watch our wedding video. I really don’t know what made me watch it actually. It had been years since I saw it. The video opens with her and the bridesmaids putting on their beautiful dresses. She looks gorgeous and thrilled to be getting married. That day, I wondered if I was even good enough to wed such a woman. The video ends with us dancing under a few scattered lights. Then the video cuts off abruptly because we ran out of tape. I have no idea how I can mend her heart or what to do next.

“That day is still the best day of my life.”

Turning from the video, I observe my wife leaning against the wall looking at me with affectionate eyes.

“Are you sure its still the best day? I have been such a fuck up since then.”

“That day can never be erased. I don’t hate you for what you did, I just don’t understand why you would do that to me.”

“I have no answer for what I did. I have been foolish to think it would be something that you could just get over. Now looking at our wedding video, I can see your love for me was unconditional.”

Sitting on the couch, she comes and rests beside me. Hair in a messy bun, she flashes a smile then rubs my chin. My eyes start to swell with tears but she quiets my pain with a kiss. At that moment, I felt energized loved and wanted. I embraced her in the warmest hug ever and we both laid on the couch watching the wedding video all over again.

Something About Her

Beyond comparison, you match no one my love. Standing by the balcony, fresh moonlight catches you at the right angle.

I’m just some, unworthy man lost in what is before me. An outlined silhouette, embraces a silk robe that kisses your nipples just so. Begging to be sucked, they sit up neatly hiding by the robes edge. Noticing the thirst between your thighs, I move towards you. Then I surrender this moment to you, in hopes we form something new.

Pardon Me

Working in the make up department is a bitch. All day drawing women new faces while they have the nerve not to purchase anything. Every so often I go to the back room and light up some weed just to phase out. However yesterday change my mode when I met Carrie. Chunky with hourglass curves, Carrie worked in the perfume department. She lost her job at a prestigious bank here in the city then took this job as a temporary fix. I admired her story already, but nothing prepared me for what she had in store for me.

The store usually closes around nine with two clerks to shut everything down. For the past two years I had been closing with my boss;however, tonight I would be the teacher.

Its Friday night and the boss wanted me to close with Carrie to show her the process. Dusting red blush onto older cheeks, I turned to give my last customer a look into the hand mirror. She smiled with no effort and thanked me for the application. I assisted with bagging the purchase as Carrie swiped the card. Following the customer to the exitI gave a quick wave then locked the door. Standing in front of the cash register Carrie stood twirling her long black hair. As I walked up to meet her, I couldn’t help but notice the thick camel toe pushing through her yoga pants. Part of me wanted to cup her fat pussy in my hand, but I knew that would be a bad idea. Catching my eyes locked on her pussy she looks at me with a wicked smirk. I am not going to lie, I had no idea what to do with another woman yet I wanted to find out. Assuming that she knew I was straight I leaned in close enough to inhale cherry blossom perfume. Her glossy lips trembled as she asked what was next for the night. Adjusting my plaid shirt, I told her we needed to go in the back and straighten up the products left by the make up artists.

Walking into the back room, I quickly grabbed two boxes and handed her one. As we sat on bar stools putting the products on the shelf, she dropped a make up brush. Bending over to retrieve it one of her buttons came undone. At that moment, two chocolate round breast rubbed against each other as if fighting for my attention. Something in me had the guts to open her shirt and stuff those chocolate nipples in my mouth. In my mind, I was doing so many things which made me drop the whole box of products onto the floor.Rushing to help she quickly grabbed the bottles then put them back in the box. I thanked her for helping me then I told her about the troublesome button. Her eyes panned to the floor as if she would detect it which made me reply,”Carrie its gone. Going back to our original plan, we turned on our stools then accidentally bumped heads. We laughed for a moment, but I realized my hand had cupped her breast as if I had recovered it from a crisis. Not shying away from my touch, she pulled me in close for a kiss.

A tall basketball frame lured her in, but I had no idea what to do next. More than just a mere fantasy, I wanted to touch her all over. The look in her kind brown eyes gave me the go ahead as I clumsy unbuttoned her white blouse. Nervously moving to each button, I felt her fingers run through my wavy hair. Her touch felt pleasant but I still didn’t know what to do yet I wanted to caress her like lovers do. As I went in for a kiss to her lips, she gazed into my light sky-blue eyes then pressed her lips against mine.

Lip locked in lust I pushed my tongue deep inside her mouth as we linked up like two dangerous roller coasters.

“Don’t stop kissing me.” as I paused to gaze into her eyes.

Easily submissive yet her body commanded my attention.Not letting her know this is my first time; I felt her fat pussy through her yoga pants. Her soft protruding bulge made me thirsty for the juicy lips that sat between thick thighs. Eager at first, then moving quick with courage I slid down her pants while still kissing her lips. Her pussy begged for my tongue as give swift licks to her clit. Moans took over my insecurity making me suck her clit into my lips. Loving gently with soft kisses to her pussy left me in a surreal moment. In our own world, we suddenly noticed the lights came on through the slit at the bottom of the door. Rushing to get back to our usual the door opened as she pulled up her yoga pants.

“Don’t stop I saw you two on my phone surveillance keep going.” the store manager said.


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It was the rumble of Clay’s husky voice, reminding him that he was not alone with the kid that stopped Rayne biting Xavier then and there. His friend’s powerful hands ran up his arms to his shoulders, massaging him almost cautiously and drawing him back.

“Take it easy, tiger!” the bigger man urged and he knew from the sudden wary edge to the man’s words that he had seen enough. Rayne felt cold inside. He had known Clay long enough not to fear him but he had no idea how much of a wedge this revelation would drive into their friendship. For the moment he was just grateful that Clay had not over-reacted. Perhaps he owed that much to their history. Whatever it was, the words stayed him briefly and he moved to his knees between them, eyes closed, kissing his way down Xavier’s lean, downy torso into the hot well of his groin. Half-turning he then bestowed his kisses on Barclay’s powerful, sculpted triceps and abs, biting his stiff, dark nipples and letting his tongue trail down that firm, chocolate-dark body, right to the base of his shaft. He stroked Xavier’s upward curving cock in one skilful hand whilst his lips worked over Clay’s magnificent erection, soothing both of their anxieties simultaneously. Rayne felt his fangs recede as he concentrated determinedly on satisfying them both.

Xavier had managed to stifle the soft whimper at being let go, and it turned into a sigh of pleasure as those long fingers wrapped around him and stroked. The sight of Rayne’s soft lips stretched around Clay’s dark pole was exciting, making him throb in Rayne’s stroking hand. Xavier caressed his arm and Clay’s taut thigh next to him. He lifted up so he could kiss his way along the back of Rayne’s arm and across his shoulder and then inhaled the delicate, minty scent of his hair. His tongue came out to trace the shell of Rayne’s ear while he got a closer look at the way the smaller man slid Clay deeper into his throat.

Xavier’s soft moan vibrated his lips where they touched Rayne’s skin.

“Mmmm…. I can tell you like that as much as I do,” Xav whispered across his ear. Trailing soft tender fingers down Rayne’s smooth shoulder and supple back he circled a fingertip in the little hollow at the base of his spine. “Will you let me fuck you?” ’s pulsating sex and kissed the leaking head, his green eyes slid sideways to meet Xavier’s curious gaze. A little smile curved his lips as he nodded his head.

“Sure,” he whispered, a small, husky sound that was muffled as he took Clay back into his mouth and his long black lashes shuttered that acid-pale stare once more.

“Get him ready for me, baby,” Clay rumbled with a broad white smile, stroking Rayne’s silken, black hair, then reaching out to caress Xavier’s cheek.

Xavier came up on his knees so he could reach Clay’s lips. He kissed and bit his new friend’s bottom lip lightly before moving to make a trail of kisses down Rayne’s back. Such a sweet ass the singer had! He would have been happy with anything tonight, but this was a special treat.

His hands caressed over the smooth skin. He took his time with his kisses and little nips and licks until he couldn’t wait any longer and ran his tongue up and down that delectable crack. His fingers circled Rayne’s hips as he wriggled the hot tip of his tongue into his tight puckered hole.

The singer quivered again, caught between the two men, engaged in a couple of his favourite activities; giving head and having his ring vigorously rimmed. Xavier’s breath was quick and hot between his cheeks and the boy’s tongue teased and tickled him with so much skill that he relaxed at once, reassured that he was in the hands of an expert. His lips stroked Clay’s slowly pulsing shaft greedily and he ran a hand between the porn star’s muscular thighs, steadily milking his heavy balls whilst rocking his arse gently back into Xavier’s grasp, riding the surge of his lapping tongue.

“Mmmmmhhhh…” he growled in a low, needy tone, hoping that the sound alone would convey his pleasure.

It did. And it sent urgent quivers up and down Xav’’s flank as the younger man knelt between his thighs.

Xavier eased his rigid cock into the singer’s snug channel steadily, but with no rush. He was always a considerate lover. He bent to kiss and nibble along Rayne’s shoulders and the crook of his throat while he pulled back slowly and then drove forward again. Harder this time, because he felt that was what was desired of him; a shunt at the end of the thrust that sent quivers through them both. He fucked like he danced, smooth and hard and grinding, utterly focused on his partner.

Under him, Rayne exhaled urgently with each thrust, circling his lean hips to press down on his mate’s sex each time he was impaled. Clay gripped his hair, surging between his lips in perfect synchronicity, looking down at Xavier with an appreciative smile on his dark, handsome face.

“God you feel wonderful…” Xavier whispered over his skin as he stroked in and out of him. He dragged his lips and the tip of his tongue down Rayne’s chest, tasting him and breathing him in before sucking and nibbling the stiff peaks of his nipples. Having come once and got the edge off, he could go all night… usually. But the way Rayne squeezed him and writhed under him and looked so damn sexy, taking Clay’s monster down his throat, was edging him up again already.

Warm, skilled fingers wrapped around Rayne’s erection and fisted him in time with the hard thrusts of Xavier’s hips. The thick shaft pulsed under Xavier’s strokes, he moved his thumb repeatedly over the sensitive underside of his head, sweeping up over the tip and swirling the slick drops of pre-cum around the ultra soft skin there.

His teeth grazed the taut nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and then his tongue laved it. His breath was hot over the wet spot he made when he lifted his mouth. What an erotic picture, this beautiful creature under him, his body gripping him so tightly… Xavier’s hand moved a little faster, the deep thrust of his hips quickening.

“… oohh, baby, I can’t wait to make you come again!” he breathed in a husky timbre.

Rayne Wylde made a small sound that could have been agreement but could also just have been forced out of him by the urgency of his mates’ thrusting cocks. In Xavier’s hand his erection jumped violently and a spill of pearly pre-cum seeped from the straining slit. His head tipped right back between Clay’s legs so that he could rub his cute little nose against the black stud’s enormous, low-hanging balls. At once the bigger man eased up off him whispering; “Uhhhh… suck ’em for me, honey!”

Clay knelt over Rayne on the bed, his muscular body and ebony skin glistening with moisture as the singer’s soft, skilful lips drew gently on the looser flesh of his shaven ball sac and his jaws parted wider, swallowing those big hot nuts one at a time.

Rayne lifted both his legs, scissoring them around Xavier’s lean body as the younger man pulsed between his thighs. He pulled Xav into him urgently as he rode on the beautiful dancer’s straining cock and his vigorously pumping hand. A long, low, needy groan escaped him, along with another slow flood of semen. Rayne’s sex twitched violently again in Xavier’s sticky hand and his slender body contracted fiercely around the fabulous member scratching an itch of need, so deep inside him. He cried out again, with less inhibition this time, almost ready to explode for the delicious stroking sensation in his loins.

The hand touching him so expertly slowed, slid down around his shaft, more like a caress then a stroke now, easing him back from the edge. Xavier’s warm tongue traced lazy teasing circles around his nipples.

Such lovely pale cool flesh wrapped around him, Xavier thought. He had to wonder how Rayne could be so cool when he was burning up. He slowed his rhythm for a minute… two, and then slowly began to build once more, driving harder and faster until they were close. Then he changed pace again. He kept up the tease, bringing them up and easing them down several more times and he found to his delight that after a time he’d warmed his lover up quite well.

He could keep this going; he was after all trained by some of the best, and he loved to give pleasure, but the sexy little moans and soft sounds of delight emitted by his lover had gone from needy to nearly frustrated. Xav knew the steel-hard pole in his pumping fist was aching for release… not to mention that his own need was getting almost unbearable.

This time when he built the pace to a heated, frantic frenzy he didn’t back down. He spread his knees, changing his angle to drive that much deeper into Rayne. He warped one arm around Rayne tightly, pulling him in with each thrust. Bending his head and bowing his body, his lips sucked at the tender skin of Rayne’s throat as his hips bucked and a light sheen of sweat turned his tanned skin to honey gold.

“…Mmmrrrrrrraaaaaaaah!!” The scream was muffled into the side of Rayne’s throat as Xavier spilled his hot young seed into the tight sheath gripping him.

“Rrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh… yeaaaaahhhhh!” Clay roared, exploding into the singer’s mouth, unable to hold back any longer.

Rayne tried to find words as Clay pulled out of his cream-filled maw but discovered he’d forgotten how to speak. He swallowed hard instead, fighting to catch every last trickle and spurt of salty goodness from his friend’s clenching balls. He was shuddering uncontrollably as Xavier bent over him, his knees drawn back and his heels pressed into the dancer’s naked back just below his shoulder blades, bracing himself hard as he felt boy’s thrusts quicken inside him again. The young dancer had not lost his erection and he was not slowing this time; nor showing any signs of stopping at all, in fact. His clever tongue was sending delicious tendrils of electricity from Rayne’s erect and painfully sensitive nipples to his bucking groin. Clay had moved around behind the blond and was slowly rubbing against him now, running that big, wet, slippery love muscle up and down between Xavier’s pert cheeks as he watched them bobbing urgently between the singer’s slim thighs.

Amazingly Clay was showing no signs of wilting either, even though men had been known to drown in less fluid than he had just ejected from that powerful tool.

“Jesusssss!” Rayne growled, his tongue still greedily seeking out every last trickle of cum in and around his mouth as he felt Xavier’s clever hand pulling vigorously on his twitching cock again. The head of the boy’s gorgeous fuck rod was impacting on his sweet spot with every thrust and sending powerful aftershocks through his loins that almost drove him crazy with desire. “Uuuuhhhhhhh… sweet fucking Jeeeesus!”

He tried hard to keep his jaws together as Xavier curled into him, licking and nuzzling at his neck. Even with his face turned right into the pillow he could still feel the blond all over him, rubbing him and touching him outside and in until he wanted to scream because it felt so good. Xavier smelled so hot and delicious and the pounding of his heart driving the blood through his young body was like a tribal drum beat in Rayne’s head.

The cum had just been an appetiser, and he knew it. As Xavier stabbed up hard inside him and held his hot cock in there, flooding him again with his invasive heat, Rayne felt his body jolt furiously. He exploded in the boy’s hand sucking in a sharp breath that whistled like a boiling kettle in his throat, a long, sharp, helpless keening note that shook him physically from head to toe. He was out of control and he knew it. The waves just kept coming and he gripped Xavier’s shoulder and his damp blond hair tightly in both hands as the massive sexual quake rocked his senses. Xavier’s face was buried in the hollow of his neck and he did not see the impulsive extension of his mate’s magnificent dogteeth. The first he knew of them was when Rayne Wylde sank them smoothly into his jugular and began to suck ravenously on his slender neck.

Xavier felt the sharp canines sink into him on a sort of distant level. The endorphins pumping through him after such an explosive climax had him almost high. He hung limply in the Vampire’’s eager mouth.

Rayne stretched and undulated against Xavier like a lithe little cat rubbing up for attention. He rolled the blond onto his side and moved up over him, trying to contain the fountain of crimson that erupted from the bite. Generally he tried to ascertain with a bedmate if he or she had any issues with blood clotting but it was a bit too late for that now. Clay, who had been vigorously stretching Xavier’s ring again, his view of all this obscured by the curve of the young dancer’s naked back, now protested a little at the shift of position. His murmured objection tailed off as he spotted the steady stream of blood that ran down the blond kid’s bare chest from the point where Rayne was hungrily kissing his neck.

“Holy Jesus!” the big guy whispered in horror. “What in fuck’s name are you doing to him?”

Xavier’s arms slipped from around Rayne’s body, falling bonelessly to the bedspread. He paled under the tan of his skin, and the body that was so hot moments before began to feel cool. A little whimper escaped him as he teetered on the brink between conscious and unconscious. That strange dark pull he felt with Rayne was sucking him under like a tide pool he couldn’t escape. Drowning! He felt like he was drowning in heavy syrup, so sweet he didn’t care.

Each pump of his strong heart sent a new glut of blood, and a fresh string of memories. It was as if his life was laid out, bared, fanned like the pages of a gritty, tragic book for Rayne.

The Vampire’s consciousness flashed on a beautiful young woman with pretty blue eyes, the same as her cute, blond son’s. She took him to see the ballet and he loved to watch the dancers; transfixed by their lithe, flexible bodies and the bright colours and exotic plumes of their stage garb. He was torn from that bright spot of happiness into a dark pit of pain and despair. A hard hand held him face down on a mattress; his mother’s boyfriend’s hand. He was a kid, maybe eight years old. He couldn’t see much in the dark room but he could feel the dirty bastard’s hands on him, smell the stale scent of tobacco and beer and sweat.

That was replaced by another horror. This time he was thirteen, kneeling on the living room floor, panic gripping him. His mother lay unmoving, unresponsive as he tried to bring her ’’s as he touched his lips to the bite wound that was already healing on the boy’s neck, stunned by the memories; unsure for a moment if he was seeing Xavier’s past or his own.

Then Clay’s powerful hands were on his shoulders, not consoling but pulling him clear of the kid and virtually throwing him off the bed. Rayne bit his tongue and the insides of his mouth involuntarily as he crashed to the floor and the bigger man sprang up to loom over him. Barclay might not be a young man but he was still no weakling.

“What the hell did you do to him, you crazy bitch?” he yelled, shaking his head as the slender Englishman reeled on the sumptuous rug at his feet.

Rayne was struggling to stay calm, though he raged inside at this rough handling as the memories that were not his own still jostled in his head. He knew there was still blood on his face from the bite and tried to wipe it away.

“He’s gonna be okay,” he slurred, still feeling drunk from the rush of emotionally charged images. “I didn’t hurt him.”

He was used to some transference during a feed but the pictures in his head were rarely this strong. Usually he could block them out if he chose to. Either Xavier was a potent empath or the similarity of his past recollections to Rayne’s own had broken through his emotional shields. He could not be sure without talking to the boy.

“Go check on him. It’s nothing more than a scratch, I swear!”

Clay was already turning back to the pale, breathless blond boy on his bed, concern in his dark eyes; his erection rapidly wilting. Behind him Rayne slumped supine on the floor for a moment, closing his eyes and willing his pulse to slow down.

Xavier vaguely felt the hands on him. Soft, gentle hands, and so warm. The fingers touched his throat and he winced a bit. Must be the biggest hickey ever. He opened his eyes and tried to focus. His pupils were dilated so far they must be dark pools, ringed with blue. Everything looked gray and slightly fuzzy around the edges.

Clay lifted his shoulders and his head lolled drunkenly; his limbs wouldn’t quite obey when he tried to move.

“‘M-ok…” he managed to mumble out, so maybe Clay would stop trying to wake him. All he wanted to do was sleep. His thoughts were confused. He felt drunk. Did they slip him something? He didn’t think so but… wait. Rayne had bit him. Bit him pretty damn hard. He tried to think about that and put it with the sticky spill of red drying on his throat and chest. Fuck. ‘Was’ he ok?

He kept trying to get his head clear, but it was too much like hard work and finally he gave up. “Jus lemme sleep.”

Mercifully the man listened; ceased trying to get Xav up. He pulled the edge of the blanket over him and Xavier instantly curled into a ball under it.

Clay sat by him for a little while, stroking the boy’s hair. To his relief Xavier did not seem to still be bleeding. At least Rayne had spoken the truth there. Perhaps it was no more than a nick in a susceptible spot, but he could not comprehend why the boy was suddenly so listless. He fetched a damp towel from the bathroom and washed the drying blood from his skin, trying gently to get it out of his blond hair. His searching fingers found a couple of small indentations in his skin, still an angry red, but the flesh was reassuringly unbroken.

The older man shook his head at that. If Rayne had not broken the skin, where had all that blood come from? He turned now to look at the slender Englishman, still sprawled on his back on the rug. Rayne Wylde was watching him solemnly, his pale eyes unblinking. A little trail of blood still ran from the corner of his mouth where he had bitten himself as he went down. There was more on his chest and his hands. Xavier had bled profusely over him as he lay beneath the kid. It didn’t make any sense.

“What the hell ‘are’ you?” Clay whispered huskily. He had never been afraid of anyone before but there was something not quite sane in the gaze that fixed on his face. Suddenly Rayne’s submissive beauty was a lethal thing and he found himself doubting how far he could trust his young friend. “Did you do this to him?” he demanded.

“He’ll be okay,” Rayne exhaled, still gazing at him from that point on the carpet, his slight body rising and falling vigorously as if he had just run two hundred metres full pelt. “He just needs to rest. Maybe if you got him some chocolate?” he suggested almost as an afterthought. “The sugar will do him good. A nice mug of hot chocolate, yeah? The proper stuff!”

“What did you do to him?” Clay moved from the bed to crouch beside the naked Englishman. He was still wary but also conscious that if Rayne was going to attack him too, he could have done so several times by now.

“I took his blood,” the young man whispered huskily as if this was a rational response. “I took it, Clay. He’s probably in shock.” He lifted a hand to his face, turning his head slightly and catching his breath. “Christ! The stuff I saw! It’d shock anyone!”

“You’re making no sense, Rayne. Why’d you bite him?” Clay asked incredulously. “I mean I know some guys have a kink for biting and being bitten but what the fuck…?”

Slowly, Rayne Wylde rolled onto his side and lay there with his arms wrapped around his head for a little while in silence. At least he mumbled; “I’m not going to hurt you, Clay. I never meant to hurt either of you. He’ll be okay… just… get him the fuckin’ chocolate, all right?”

For a moment Clay did not move, he crouched within reach of the dark-haired man on the bedroom floor, bewildered by this shocking confession. “Why’d you do it, babe?” he whispered at last. “Tell me that at least.”

“Because I need it,” Rayne answered, his voice strained and irritable. “I need it, Clay. I can’t function without it. Don’t ask me any more just yet. Make sure the kid’s okay.” His hand shot out as Clay moved to rise, catching the bigger man’s wrist in a grip that Barclay could not break, try as hard as he might. “He’s…” the Englishman’s quiet voice failed him briefly as he struggled to sit up, his pale eyes shimmering. “He’s… J-Just be gentle with him, okay. Whatever Paddy told you about me… well he’s had it just as bad. Don’t push him into anything.”

Instead of fighting the fingers around his wrist, Clay rose slowly to his feet, drawing the other man up with him. Rayne was staring back up at him now, pulling him into that unbroken gaze. He felt like a rabbit caught in the glare of a car’s spotlights, unable to tear himself away.

“What happened to you, honey?” he cajoled, unable to believe that the sweet, fucked-up boy they had sheltered all those summers before, down in the South of France was some kind of psycho. “What made you bite him?”

“I can’t help it,” Rayne answered him with a little shrug. “It’s like being addicted to coke, only ten times as bad. Clay, if I tell you the truth you’ve got to promise that you won’t try to have me committed. Because it ‘will’ sound crazy, I promise you.”

“You’re some kind of vampire-freak?” Clay asked him disbelievingly.

“Something like that,” Rayne mumbled, shaking his dark hair as if he was embarrassed. “Sweetheart, go and get the chocolate. I swear on my life, I won’t hurt the kid. But he needs a lift, yeah?”

Slowly, Clay moved him to the edge of the bed and Rayne sank down there, releasing his arms at once and curling up again as if he was in pain. The bigger man shook his head. “Okay… I’ll get the chocolate, honey. But if I hear screams I’m coming back up here with a hammer and meat skewer. And if he’s hurt when I get here…”

“He won’t be,” Rayne said atonally.

“He better not be!”

“Yeah?” the big man turned in the doorway, his expression still wary.

“Just fuck off and get that chocolate, right?”

Rayne rolled onto his back as he listened to the sounds of Clay’s hurried footsteps on the stairs. Of course his old friend might just call the cops and have him locked up but right now that was a risk he was ready to take. He was not about to leave Xavier alone. Stretching out one cold, long-fingered hand he stroked the boy’s damp hair awkwardly.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he whispered almost inaudibly. “I’m so sorry. It’s okay now.”

Xavier lay quiet and still under Rayne’s fingers, his skin still much too pale. Eventually though his shallow rapid breaths became deeper and more even, and his heart began to slow its racing beat. He opened his eyes as if his thick dark lashes were an effort to lift.

Fathomless green eyes watched him with… concern? The corner of Xavier’s mouth lifted in a sleepy half smile. “Sorry… didn’t mean to just roll over an’ go to sleep on you.”

“You get all the rest you need,” Rayne answered him quietly. “Clay’s gone down to fetch a little treat, if he’s not managed to get lost in this fuckin’ great barn of a place!” His lips twitched around an expression that might have been a smile but it was there and gone so quickly that it was hard to say. His gaze moved restlessly over Xavier’s face, drinking it in like an artist about to commit the delicate features before him to canvas. His fingers twined loosely in the younger man’s hair. “Do you feel okay?” he whispered at last, a tad suggestively.

Xavier didn’t miss the tone, but he no longer felt exactly up for a marathon. Still… he could be tempted.

“I feel alright.” He lifted his hand to trace his fingers lightly along Rayne’s jaw. It felt like he was trying to lift lead and he chuckled inwardly at himself. So tired he could hardly move, and ‘still’ insatiable. That made him remember; he moved his hand to the side of his throat but didn’t feel any wounds or the stickiness of blood. “Did you bite me?”

It almost felt like a dream now.

“Just a love bite,” Rayne whispered languidly, rolling onto his side to kiss Xavier’s face, touching little butterfly kisses across his brow and down his cheekbone. “We were so hot and sweaty it probably felt a whole lot worse than it was. Do you forgive me?” He folded his arms across Xavier’s chest and rested his chin on them, peering down at him mischievously. The tip of his studded tongue flickered between his lips briefly, moistening them.

Never one to miss an opportunity Xavier smiled, “Oh…well, I don’t know. I think you might have to make it up to me.”

Rayne’s expression was almost feral as he stroked his hands slowly out towards Xavier’s shoulders. He bent his head, drawing the tip of his tongue slowly down the blond boy’s slim torso from his clavicle to his sternum as if it would magically unzip his mate’s body and release the sweetness within. He began to kiss Xavier’s belly searchingly as his fingers wandered back up to tease the younger man’s sensitive nipples, running deliberate rings around the stiff, dark peaks as his lips worked on the softer flesh beneath his lover’s ribs where Xav’s heart was beating ferociously again.

If he had not already fed that might have been too much temptation. As it was, it probably looked dangerous enough because he heard a crash from the doorway as Clay dropped the jug of hot chocolate and the stack of glasses. He did not have the time to sit up and protest before the big man crossed the room with the speed of a hunting cat and grabbed him by the arms, dragging him off the bed. Rayne yelped incoherently at him but wound up on the floor in any case.

“Are you okay, honey?” Clay demanded, but his concern was entirely focused on the startled Xavier.

“um… yeah. Are ‘you’ OK?” Xavier asked a bit warily. He’d sort of missed the first time Clay had tossed Rayne across the room like a rag doll. His eyes went to Rayne at once. There was definitely a bit of sparkle in his green orbs, he did a good job of not looking pissed, but Xav could see the hostility simmering there. Not that he could blame him after being unceremoniously dumped on the floor like that.

Clay was running soothing hands over Xavier like he might break if he was handled too roughly. He was pretty sure the big guy wasn’t going to start tossing him about as well, but he didn’t want to make any sudden moves and find out.

“Er… what’s going on here?”

Barclay was looking intently at him, as if searching his body for some hidden sign and the big fellow seemed to relax as he realised that his young house guest was unmarked. Almost embarrassed by his astonishing outburst he smoothed Xavier’s hair protectively and fired another suspicious glance at Rayne. The singer had not moved from the floor although he was watching them both with a wary, incredulous half smile on his face.

He did not seem to be hurt and when Clay looked his way he obliquely remarked; “I promised, didn’t I? You reckon I’m the sort of bastard who breaks his promises?”

This was getting really weird. Xavier wasn’t hurt, as far as he could tell, but Clay was acting like he’d seen something a lot more worrisome then just a love bite. He was watching Rayne as he touched his neck again but found nothing but a slightly sore spot. When his fingers went over it an odd shiver went down his spine. His features softened slightly with desire and he felt his cock swell. At the same time he had the weirdest sensation of his mouth filling with the coppery taste of blood. He should have been repulsed but it didn’t bother him at all.

‘What the fuck…?’

He wasn’t sure if he should be afraid of the singer now or not, but he did know he wanted him. Every time his fingers brushed that little sore spot it made him want to lay back and let him have whatever he wanted. The thought should have made him scared but it only made him hot.

“What promise?” Xavier didn’t like the feeling that he was missing something.

I promised not to start without him,” Rayne answered with a little grin for Xavier. At the same time Clay growled; “I warned you to keep your fangs out of him. I don’t get this weird shit with you two pretending nothing’s going on here. I know what I saw!”

“Check him out,” Rayne Wylde said, a little more frostily now, pushing himself to his feet and sauntering around to the edge of the bed. “Is he bleeding?”

Clay shook his head automatically but his expression did not change. He was still watching the beautiful singer like he was a poisonous snake.

Xavier wasn’t watching him like that though, his eyes held considerably more heat as he gazed at Rayne. When the singer came to a stop at the edge of the bed Xavier slithered from Clay’s arms like a piece of silk and stretched out on his belly toward the singer, which put him right at hip level.

His hands caressed a path up the outside of Rayne’s thighs. “You can bite me anytime you want, sweetheart. I don’t mind,” he said as he kissed a line over the curve of his lover’s hip.

Rayne looked down at him with a smile that could only be described as feral. There was nothing fraternal about it, for sure.

“There,” the singer murmured to Clay, without looking up at the man. “You heard him. He doesn’t mind.”

As Xavier stared up into his eyes the dark-haired man’s smile grew broader and his elegantly pointed dog-teeth extended smoothly. It was not a massive difference, only about half an inch, but there was no pretending that it hadn’t happened.

“Jesus Christ!” Clay exclaimed in an awed tone.

Xav blinked slowly. A ribbon of fear uncoiled in his middle and he felt the little hairs on the back of his neck raise. The reaction was instinctual, something primal that refused to listen or be controlled by the rational voice in his head that said there was no such thing as vampires. Perhaps if he’d felt it earlier he might have backed off, at least been more cautious. Now… now that little bit of fear only made him more excited. He wanted Rayne even more then he had earlier, the need seemed to thrum in his blood, making him heedless of anything else.

He slid his hands up to Rayne’s waist, pulling him slightly forward, and licked a warm wet line up the underside of his shaft.

Cool, long-fingered hands moved almost mechanically to cup his face and the singer’s smile grew more proprietary as he stroked them into Xavier’s tangled blond hair, caressing the boy’s scalp. His green eyes moved up to meet Clay’s anxious, defensive stare. Slowly and appreciatively he licked his lips, and the smile grew wider as Xavier’s clever tongue and warm, quick breathing stimulated him to full readiness. “That feels ‘so’ good,” Rayne exhaled in a low, tremulous voice.

Xavier hummed his pleasure around his mouthful, his hands urging Rayne closer towards the bed. As Rayne came forward, Xav pushed himself slowly back on his hands and knees, never breaking contact. The position put an enticing temptation right in front of Clay’s face, but Xav was fully occupied with working his suckling lips down to the base of Rayne’s cock.

He opened his throat and took him in all the way, moving up and down on him rhythmically. An occasional short wave of dizziness rolled over him, easily ignored in the face of his mounting desire.

“I don’t know what you’re getting so upset about,” Rayne murmured to Barclay in that fragile, husky voice that told the older man his stunning English friend was becoming uncontrollably aroused. Rayne Wylde nodded down towards Xavier who was still greedily gulping him down. ” ‘He’s’ not upset. He seems to quite like it, in fact. Uuuuuhhhh!!”

The singer shuddered, dropping to his knees on the edge of the bed and twisting a hank of blond hair slowly around his fingers as he began to buck steadily into Xavier’s open mouth, entranced by his earnest, hungry face. He closed his eyes, still getting little emotional aftershocks from the boy, enhanced by this powerful physical connection; the mingling of Xav’s saliva and his semen. When his green eyes opened they were staring back at Clay, wide and unblinking, like firelit jewels in the paleness of his face.

“Fuck him,” Rayne whispered urgently. “He wants you to mount him and screw his arsehole hard!”

“Jesus!” Clay exhaled incredulously, shaking his head a little. His cock was stiffening traitorously though, tempted by the firm golden peaches swaying seductively before him.

Xavier’s fingers tightened perceptibly on Rayne’s hips, and he gave a soft moan when Clay’s warm hand touched his cool skin. Little sounds of encouragement vibrated in his throat as that hand stroked over the curve of his backside and up and down his flanks. He shivered as his cheeks were parted and he felt the smooth pressure of that thick, lubricated cock at his opening. A whimper escaped as the head of Clay’s thick phallus pushed slowly past his tight ring, and he had to come up off Rayne when Clay gave him more.

That was one big boy hammering down his back door. Clay inched forward and Xavier groaned with the burn and stretch, struggling to accommodate him. The mix of pleasure and pain didn’t dampen his hunger any and he wrapped his tongue and lips around Rayne again, just as soon as he could control his muscles.

Clay reached for the lube once more as the boy’s tight ring gripped him in its hot embrace. He pulled out, ignoring the little whimper of disappointment from the sexy blond. Slowly he squeezed a glob of gel into the boy’s gaping hole, working the cooling wetness into his clenching passage with his sex. He took his time, easing his rod in and out a couple of inches either way, letting the Astroglide do its work. When he lifted his head, Rayne was watching him with half-hooded eyes, his body completely relaxed and his long fingers flexing in Xavier’s damp blond hair as the boy’s mouth drew greedily on his hard cock. The blond’s slim, naked hips rocked back and forth, keeping time.

“Enjoy it,” Clay growled at the singer. “When I’m done with this little honey, your ass is next!”

“You won’t have the strength, old man!” Wylde teased huskily. He looked down at Xavier, waiting for the boy’s eyes to meet his own. The words didn’t leave his lips but he thought; ‘Are you okay with this?’

Xavier had stopped wondering what was going on. The question that whispered in his head with Rayne’s voice was just one more layer of weirdness he wasn’t going to try and figure out. The only trouble was, he didn’t know how to answer, not with words anyway. Instead Rayne got a soft wave of emotions; fire, heat, wanting, the feel of being impaled on that enormous rod, the salty taste of his own cum on the boy’s tongue, the sweet musk of his scent in Xav’s nose.

The dark and wounded things lay deep and silent and un-bothersome at the moment. There was only the aching need between his legs and the desire to push Rayne back up and over that edge of pleasure again. ‘Yes, he was perfectly all right with this’.

The singer kept his hands on Xavier’s blond head. Somehow the slow caressing touch on his skin helped him to feel his young lover’s pleasure and to share it. The boy’s arousal was like an itch deep inside that he ached to scratch. Clay’s slow, deep, bearlike growls of satisfaction rumbled in his chest. Over all of that Xavier’s need trickled like water from a spring, bubbling and teasing inside him until he thought that, had he been a mere human, he would probably have been finding it very hard to breathe right now.

As it was, his fangs were already proving an inconvenience. He didn’t mean to scare anyone but try as he might he could never hold them in check when he was aroused. It was becoming a total pain in the arse! Now he drew his lips between his teeth and bit down hard on them in an effort to make the bloody things retract. His own watery blood appeased them slightly but the pull of Xavier’s lips on his sensitive flesh and the sight of Barclay’s long, thick, mahogany tool sinking deeper between the dancer’s firm golden cheeks with every thrust drove him to the edge of reason. Rayne moaned like a creature in pain and the sanguine fluids trickled from the corners of his mouth until he could only feel disgusted with himself. He turned his face away, feeling no better than an animal. Frustration gnawed at him and would not let go. His fingers tightened in Xavier’s hair and he pulled the young man’s pretty face roughly into his bucking crotch, holding him there as his cock jumped violently in the boy’s mouth and released its worthless seed.

Xavier only just managed not to choke on the load delivered into his throat. He swallowed quickly as Rayne relented and let him come up a little. For a half a second he felt the bed move with gently rolling waves and the salty smell of the ocean filled his head, so oddly disorientating because he’d never been on a boat in his life. A wave of frustration, regret, and pleasure hit him like a fist and he lifted his mouth off of Rayne in a wordless cry; the echo of that pleasure spilling from his mate, firing off his own trigger. His body clenched and shuddered through the orgasm, spilling in creamy ropes onto the covers beneath him.

Clay pulled him close and pushed deep, riding the waves of the blond boy’s climax with a sequence of low, animalistic grunts as Xavier’s tightening body milked him, squeezing and pulling on his sensitive tool until the sounds in his throat became one long groan of guttural pleasure. His balls clenched fiercely, sending hot, erotic fireworks flashing through his body from his crotch and he hosed the sexy youngster’s innards over and over, grinding his hot groin in slow circles against Xavier’s smooth, golden ass. His fingers tugged the young man against him rhythmically and he felt the sexy little dancer grip him, again and again, then release suddenly and sink down into the tumbled bedclothes.

Rayne Wylde bent down over him, kissing the back of his neck and murmuring softly to him. The huskiness of the singer’s voice told Clay that he had already come hard in the boy’s mouth. The big, black porn star felt his heart soften as he watched Rayne stroking Xavier’s lean body. He remembered a time when the singer had been younger than Xav, wide-eyed and somewhat in awe of Barclay and his well-hung friends. That naiveté had been short-lived but so sweet while it lasted. For a moment he saw a mirror of that touching sweetness in the way these two looked at one another. It soothed his heart and eased some of his anxieties.

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“Wow, you actually did it?” Matt, my best and childhood friend asked me amazed.

I nodded, swallowing the guilt from my throat, I hated lying to him but it was better for the both of us “whole four hours my dad booked”

“Impressive” Matt said taking a swig of his Redbull.

I honestly wanted him to devour my lips as much as he slammed back those god awful adrenaline suckers, he drank so many of them he needed to drink at least two if he actually wanted to stay awake more than two hours, but like always I didn’t say anything I thought besides the fact that they were extremely unhealthy for him, sure they tasted good but ending up in the hospital wasn’t worth it to me.

“She was surprisingly soft..” I mumbled to try to make what I was saying more realistic.

What were we talking about? Well, my lovely father decided that last night since it was my birthday and my hormones were starting to rage to get me an… escort, which wasn’t legal by any means and was doubly illegal since it wasn’t my eighteenth, I still had two years for that, however, I wasn’t about to make a fool of myself in front of an older woman who was clearly tired and had a long night ahead of her after me by letting us sit there pretending I was ever going to get aroused.

Instead, I just said I wasn’t interested and offered her to just hang out and chill as it was a cold night, we ordered pizza, cheesecake slices and just talked about life, how she got into the position she was in, I even laid on her for a moment because I had started getting upset that was how my birthday was going, my dad once again forcing me to do things I didn’t like because he was adamant I wasn’t ever allowed to turn into a fag, even after I turned eighteen and moved out he’d hunt me.

It was kind of too late for that as I’d always known I liked men since before I was even old enough to attend school but I quickly learned to hide that fact not just from him but from everyone, I even hid it from myself for a very long time until I couldn’t take it and broke down.

I still did “straight” things to get him to calm and hop off my ass but otherwise, I acted “grey”, no one could tell if I liked guys, girls, or ascended nonbinary individuals, most just assumed I wasn’t interested in dating yet or was just too shy to ask a girl out and left it at that.

When the four hours were close to up the lady helped me get messy and throw away some extra condom wrappers into the bin to at least half-ass make it look like we did anything, I managed to go just a step further before my father got to the room but that was all I could do, thankfully he just glanced over and didn’t think too much about it after she left.

“Well there’s a party Brent is throwing this weekend, maybe you could flex your new lady skills?” Matt asked, obviously joking.

“I don’t know dude, I’m not really actively searching right now if it makes sense”

“Yeah I get it” he ruffled my hair and I had to stop myself from blushing and giggling like an idiot as butterflies rushed through my stomach “you’re such a nerd Will, always focusing on your studies”

“Got to be able to make a stable income before you think about making a stable family” I shrugged, I didn’t mean it in a sexist way, I just wanted to be able to support myself before adding another person to the mix.

“I guess that’s right” he stated, taking another gulp of the sugary liquid in the can he was holding.

I wondered if my lips tasted like it he’d kiss me, I bit my tongue and shook the thought out of my head as I knew I’d get carried away if I was careless, he couldn’t know that I liked guys, specifically him.

“But still, if not to pick up girls do you wanna come?” Matt dislodged me from my fantasy.

“S-sure, I’ll drive I guess” I looked away from him.

“But you don’t have your license”

“Matt I drive safer than you when you’re sober”

“Damn, you got a point though” He chuckled.

After that Matt handed me his switch to play on while he texted his sister and a couple of other friends, I managed to beat whatever he was stuck on in breath of the wild and push him up farther in the story before he leaned close to me to see what was going on, it was hard not to get immediately aroused at the smell of his cologne but I bit my tongue avoiding looking up at him.

As if God was testing my willpower he moved closer, pressing against me and sliding his arm under both of mine most likely to keep from blocking my sight but if he were to curl it even slightly he’d be holding me by the waist which I honestly wanted so bad for him to do that so we could make out and cuddle.

He put his chin on my shoulder as he kept watching me doing whatever he was doing that made him reach over until he finally moved away and I could breathe again without having to restrain myself, I looked over to see what he was doing and he was just putting his stupid can of redbull down I looked at him frowning “wouldn’t it have made more sense to put it on the floor?”

“Maybe” He shrugged, taking his switch back right as I was about to die and killed the monster that was attacking me “but I like my way better”

I wasn’t going to argue with him especially since the reason I didn’t want him doing that wasn’t very straight sounding, it wasn’t like he blocked my sight or pushed me or anything I was just trying to keep my heart from making me snap and attack him with kisses.

I really needed to find a way to calm myself after he leaves, for now I just watched him play on his switch trying not to be too close but also close enough to see the screen, he looked at me from the corner of his eye and leaned over to me so I could comfortably see but that meant I was ambushed with his sent once more and that was bad, for both my heart and my raging hormones.

Soon his phone vibrated and he paused the game before picking it up “What?”

I stared up at him from my lashes as he frowned and gripped the consol before sighing “Alright I’ll be right there”

“What was that about?” I asked, curious and sad he had to leave.

“My sister, don’t worry about it” he ruffled my hair and I had to stare hard at the floor to keep from blushing “I’ll see you later?”

“Y-yeah” I nodded as he stood up, putting his switch into his bag and picking up his redbull.

I watched as he left my room then let out a small sigh, finally my emotions could stop raging but I saw feet standing in my doorway and I slowly looked up to see my father standing there, one hand on the doorway the other just hanging there, I quietly swallowed wondering why he was standing there “yeah?”

“Just wondering what you two were doing” he simply said.

My dad was always skeptical of Matt, thinking he’d turn me gay because he wasn’t afraid to touch and make suggestive jokes, he never meant it in a gay way though I know for a fact Matt would never have feelings for another dude, he experimented with an ex-friend once and he didn’t like it saying it felt too… jarring is the simple way he put it.

I however never experimented mostly because I already knew what I liked so the suspicion should be the other way around but if my dad even thought I was even bi I’d be smothered in my sleep so I was almost glad he focused on Matt, “we were just talking about last night, he invited me to a party this weekend”

My dad’s gaze was enough to put a pit in my stomach, I hated when he was thinking because he’d take forever to answer me, I honestly never felt safe around him but when he was silent was when I felt completely stripped of my safety as he could just wordlessly choke me at any time, and he has gotten close to doing so before, when I was younger and didn’t realize him promising to kill me wasn’t just an empty threat.

“Alright, you can have the car”

“Th-thanks” I stuttered.

He stood there for a moment before finally turning away and walking off to the kitchen probably, in that moment I felt like I should at least consider kissing a girl to see if I like it but seeing as I cried in summer camp as a child because I was dared to kiss the popular girl I doubt it’d go well and I’d be outing myself in the process.

Once I heard him chopping something on the wooden cutting board I silently opened my window and slipped out, climbing down the fence my mom had placed next to it to grow grapes before she passed away, now it was occasionally covered in poison oak but antalya escort bayan was mostly empty throughout the year.

Once I was fully down I walked off, knowing I didn’t have my phone but I wasn’t going to take my chance immediately climbing back up to grab it, I at least had my wallet and that was enough for me in case of an emergency.

I walked to the corner store first just to grab some water and a drink then I just wandered around, finding small family-owned businesses and hole in the wall shops that seemed happy to finally have a customer, I didn’t buy much since I had to climb the fence again to get back into my room and it’d be nice to do it in one trip.

I walked downtown with a small pastry in my hand I was nibbling on from a new bakery I had no idea existed until I took an alley that differed from my usual one, I looked in my wallet seeing I didn’t have much cash left meaning it was time to head back home before dark.

As I turned around I stared at a shop that always caught my attention, it was an adult shop so I couldn’t go in since I honestly didn’t look much older than a tallish twelve-year-old but I was still curious to see what was in there, I wasn’t big on porn but I did have some interest on the toys I could buy once I was old enough.

Every time I would look through the window of the shop the cashier, a college male covered in piercings and tattoos with a pink fohawk who was always wearing some kind of band shirt always caught me staring, when I’d look at him he’d give me a knowing smirk that made me blush furiously.

I turned around and started quickly walking from the narrow street, I pulled up my gps and set it to give me the direction home, although I had it memorized by now I didn’t really trust myself not to get distracted and lose track and I had to be home before dark or my dad was going to kill me, after a long walk that made me almost too tired to climb I took a break to just breathe, seeing that the sun was about to start setting I pulled the last of my energy into hefting myself and the still way too many bags up the fence and into my room.

I shoved the bags under my bed and covered them with my blanket, one of the reasons I bought one that was one size up from my actual bed, once I felt like they were safely hidden I crawled into my bed pulling the blanket over me, doing that thing where I gripped a handful of the duvet in my hand and held my fist over my mouth as I checked my text messages.

Most of them were from Matt, talking about the party but also asking why I wasn’t answering, others were from a groupchat where everyone was just spamming memes, I answered Matt using the excuse I was helping my dad with cooking then set my phone onto my nightstand rolling over in my bed and passing out.

The rest of the week passed by uneventful, my dad even went out one night giving me enough to properly relieve some built-up stress without fear he was going to barge in but that was all the excitement I got.

Come the day of the party and Matt already came prepared, shoving two cases of beer in the backseat before sitting in the passenger, he looked too sexy with his hair extra fluffy from that intentional bedhead look, he wore his varsity jacket over a light blue t-shirt that clung to his muscles, his blueish white jeans ripped at the thighs and knees, it was like he was tempting me on purpose but I knew it was just what he liked wearing to events like this, meanwhile I was wearing a band shirt that fit loosely on me under a pale yellow and blue flannel and dark jeans that didn’t hug a single inch of me, using a belt to keep them above my hips.

“Somehow you still look good even though you’re drowning in your clothes” Matt teased.

I just shrugged, not wanting to tell him I didn’t want to raise suspicion from my dad from wearing something tighter as that’d be weird, I just started the car up and drove over to Brent’s house, when we got there it was obvious the party had started earlier than we thought.

Matt hopped out the car to grab the beer while I took in deep breaths mentally preparing myself, Matt was definitely going to chat it up with a few girls and I knew I had to keep my heart from ripping itself in half, it was hard but eventually I just accepted that reality and got out the car seeing that he was already in the house.

I locked the car putting the keys into my pocket and walked into the house, the music was loud but not too extreme, some people had cups in their hands others bottles, and the rest were staying sober, gathering in the dining room that had been emptied of the giant table and it’s chairs with a bunch of people sitting on the floor just chatting,

I walked into the garage and saw a bunch of seniors sitting on lawn chairs smoking something, I knew it wasn’t cigarettes because the smell would have been familiar, I got curious and looked back seeing Matt was already flirting with one of the cheerleaders making my chest hurt so I quickly turned around and headed into the garage.

“Hey there cutie,” Jason said, one of the more well-liked seniors.

I had to stop myself from blushing as I knew he wasn’t joking, everyone knew he was very bi and had a full taste of both teams, if I was being honest I did have a crush on him for a long time when I was still denying my feelings for Matt and every time I looked at him I felt a hint of those feelings come back.

“We aren’t gonna bite” He smirked, patting his lap “come sit”

“A-aren’t there any other chairs?”

“Fresh out,” He said smirking more.

“If you don’t wanna sit on that pervert I’ve been told my arms are quite comforting” another senior, Nate stated holding open his arms.

Nate was… questionable, no one knew where he stood as he’s made comments on wanting a few men to sit on his face while also kissing girl’s hands but he played all of that off as a joke, he’s even dabbled in teasing a few genderless people but that’s all he was, a tease that no one knew when he was making serious offers and when his “jokes” were actually jokes.

I’d prefer he not comment on my ass which was quite big when I sat on him so I went to Jason and sat on his lap, feeling my heart start to beat faster as my senses were overwhelmed with the scent of whatever they were smoking and his natural scent, it was just as much as a turn on as Matt’s, although his was less quick in its effect in Matt’s as I’d stopped pinning after him for a while now.

“What’s that?” I pointed to the sort of cigar-shaped thing in his hand.

“You don’t know?” He looked at me with a teasing look and I couldn’t help but blush at my lack of knowledge, I just shook my head “here”

He placed it between his lips and sucked in a deep breath, removing it before blowing the smoke into my face slowly hie lips so close to mine if I moved they would have touched, I inhaled the smoke and refrained from coughing as he leaned back “know now?”

I pressed my lips in a thin line thinking but still couldn’t recognize it so I shook my head “what is it?”

“Baby” He held up the thing to my lips, his long thick fingers brushing against them as I took it into my mouth and sucked, the smoke burning worse but I somehow managed to keep from coughing as I blew it out in puffs “it’s a blunt”

That’s when I coughed “Y-you just gave me weed?!”

“Are you allergic?” he asked, still calm but there was a hit of worry in his voice.

“N-no, at least I don’t think so,” I thought, staring at the blunt as it was secured between his lips “b-but I’ve never been high before, you could have warned me”

“I thought you’d at least know what it was” he wrapped an arm around my back.

He was really not making it easy to think right now and I had a feeling he was doing that on purpose and if this was back when I liked him I’d jump on the train without second thought but right now… I wasn’t sure, “I’ haven’t really been around people who smoke…”

“That’s my bad then” he rubbed my side.

I knew he was trying to get to me now, as I felt something on my thigh when I could see his wallet in his other pocket that wasn’t near my legs, I felt my cheeks heat up at that realization but for some reason, I didn’t get off, mostly because his leg was more comfortable than concrete, “can I… have another hit?”

“Have a blast” he handed me the rest of the blunt, which was halfway gone already so it wasn’t like escort antalya it could be that bad… right?

“Aye J, you sure you wanna give that to him? It’s some strong shit” one of Jason’s friends warned.

“He’ll be fine” Jason waved it off as I took a hit.

I coughed and leaned on him, starting to feel the effects already as it wasn’t like I was taking small puffs, I let the smoke come out my mouth and nose as I continued to use the blunt and it wasn’t long until I was past the point of buzzed and now completely high, it was kind of weird, it wasn’t an out of body experience like portrayed in movies but it did make me feel different, mostly really happy.

“Jason” I spoke, looking up at him.

“Your eyes are red as hell” He chuckled.

“I feel… calm” I stated still looking at him.

“That’s good, I thought you might have an anxiety attack”

“You can get, anxiiiiiety?” I asked.

“Certain people yeah” he put his hand on my head which made me smile and giggle.

“Yo he baked as fuck” Nate laughed.

“I feel really fuzzy” I hummed, putting my hand on Jason’s chest “is this how you feel?”

“Something like that” he answered.

“Mmmm I want snuggles” I whined leaning into him more and resting my head on his chest, curling up in his lap.

Everyone laughed and continued talking about whatever they were before I came in, I closed my eyes loosely gripping Jason’d shirt in my fist as I took another hit from the blunt slowly blowing out the smoke, while I was laying there I started considering more and more just letting Jason fuck me, just get the tension out of the way and satisfy the both of us, I knew Jason could handle a secret as I’ve told him some of my lighter ones before so he’d be the lowest possibility of outing me.

That was until Matt walked in.

I opened my eyes and saw him standing in the doorway, his hair messy and his lips kiss swollen letting me know he’d already succeeded in getting his tongue down someone’s throat, it didn’t bother me as much as it would have had I been sober but now, I just thought he looked fucking hot.

“Mattyyyyyy” I called out, stumbling off Jason’s lap to go over to him.

“Are you okay?” He asked concerned, I never called him Matty.

“I feel happy and fuzzy” I giggled.

“You didn’t drink anything did you?” he got more concerned.

“Nope,” I said, popping the p and wrapping my arms around his neck, having to stand on my toes to do so, and even then my face still lined up perfectly with his chest “I got a blunt”

“You what” Matt did a double-take.

“Hmmm, it looks like you were busy” I ignored his previous comment and looked at his lips.

“Don’t change the subject” he huffed making my eyes snap up to his again “you got high?”

“Yyyep” I said, once again popping the p.

“Who the-”

“Matty I’m jealous” I interrupted him, leaning more into his body making him stumble back “you always get girls”

“Will, not the time, we need to get you some food” he sighed, picking me up to which I responded with a ‘wee’ sound “I’ll tell your dad you got tired on the way here and took a nap”

“I don’t wanna nap” I pouted.

“Well you’re gonna have to as neither of us are sober and you need to return home with your car” he scolded.

I whined as we made it to the kitchen and he opened Brent’s fridge, “hey hey hey bro whatcha doin?”

We both looked up to see the man himself, Brent was a junior but he could pass off as a college sophomore, dark green eyes, short blond hair, and a personality that was hard no to love it was easy to see why he dominated the school instead of someone older, I’ve also had a small crush on him.

“Breeeent” I said holding my arms out making me tip and Matt almost drop me “hai”

“What’s up with Will?” Brent asked completely ignoring me.

“Someone gave him a blunt and now he’s high off his ass” Matt sighed.

I squirmed out of Matt’s hold and took a hit from the blunt, coughing a bit before stumbling over to Brent and face planting into his chest, giggling “you’re so tall and strong”

“What are you doing in my fridge though?” he was still ignoring me.

“I heard eating makes people sleepy after they get high, I’m just putting him to bed”

“No nap!” I declared, Brent was around the same height as Matt so I had to stand on my toes to wrap my arm around him, keeping the other with the blunt down to my lips as I sucked in a breath and let the smoke come out like I was a dragon “Breeent notice meee”

“You are absolutely baked”

“Who even gave you that thing?” he asked furrowing his brows.

“Jason” I chirped then giggled “He got horny from me sitting on him, b-but I didn’t let him fuck me”

“Oookay yeah it’s time to put you to bed” Matt pulled me back while Brent laughed.

“I kinda like him like this, he’s more open”

“Don’t encourage this” Matt narrowed his eyes.

“Matty, would you get horny if I sat on your lap?” I looked up at him through my lashes “I have a big ass, just like a girl’s”

“We are not discussing that”

“I’m jooking, I know you don’t like mens” I giggled, wrapping my arms around him again “you only fuck women”

“Hey, take this pizza and just put him to sleep in my room” Brent chuckled, handing Matt a plate.

“Thanks man”

“No problem, however I am curious to see what would happen if we left him like that” Brent smirked and it made my knees almost buckle “next time though”

“Maybe, but I doubt it” Matt warned.

He picked me up again and I again said ‘wee’ before he started carrying me off “bye-bye Brent!”

“Bye Will”

Matt carried me up the stairs and into Brent’s room that thankfully wasn’t being occupied by horny teenagers, however I was extremely turned on by Matt’s pure strength and scent, it was hard not to squirm on him and just beg him to pin me to the bed.

Matt set me on the bed and put the plate of pizza in front of me “eat it and lay down please”

I nodded pouting and went to eat but I saw Matt leaving “where were you going?”

“Downstairs, why?”

“Stay” I huffed.

He stared at me for a moment before sighing and sitting on the bed next to me, I crawled into his lap curling up just like I did with Jason and happily munched on the pizza, Matt was shocked for a second as I barely touched him aside from a high five or fist bump and now I was using him as a seat then just shook his head lightly and wrapped an arm around me, I smiled wide as I ate when he did that, then paused and looked up at him “how do you get so many girls?”

“Huh?” he asked, confused from the sudden question.

“Whenever we come to parties like this it’s so easy for you to have someone under your arm” I looked at the pizza, which was still hot enough to scorch my tongue but I ignored it “I’m kinda jealous”

“I thought you weren’t looking for anyone?”

“I-I’m not” I lied, biting the pizza “but I’m used to seeing you make out with someone not even an hour after we arrive”

“When you put it like that I sound like a player…” he sighed.

“I know you’re not” I looked up at him, the bubbly part of my high starting to wear off as I started to just be calm “you’re just really sexy, isn’t that why it’s easy for you?”

“Are you sure you don’t have someone you like?” he asked again.

“You’re so hot Matty, all the girls can’t help but like you” I ignored the question, shifting in his lap so I was straddling him, putting the pizza down “you’re too hot”

“W-Will?” Matt stuttered as my face got closer to his.

“They must think about you a lot, and when you pick them they must be so delighted” I wrapped my arms around his neck loosely, letting my hands droop.

“Will you need a nap” Matt warned.

“It must feel so good when your thick cock is finally pounding into them, stirring up their guts, having them moan in your ear” I pressed our chests impossibly closer and leaned my lips over to his ear moaning into it, not as a joke but actual moans as I thought of him fucking me rough and deep “begging you to go harder”

“Okay it’s time for bed, you’re getting rowdy” Matt stammered but when he grabbed my sides I moaned again.

“You’re so hot Matty, I bet you fuck real good, is that why it’s easy for you? Because women know they’ll have a good time?” I continued

“Is antalya escort it Matty?” I looked up at him through my lashes again slightly pouting my lip.

“You’re not thinking clearly,” He said sternly, I ground my hips against his moaning into his ear and brushing my lips against his neck “A-are you?…”

“I’m so jealous Matty, you’re so fucking hot” I whined, still grinding on him.

“Hm?” I looked at him unable to read his expression.

“Who exactly are you jealous of?…” he asked cautiously.

“All those women, they get to have a good time with you and I’m left with nothing but the pain in my chest watching you with them” I whined “I love you Matty, you’re so hot and sweet I can’t help myself, it hurts watching you with those other people, but you only like women, boohoo”

I was stuck on whether to cry or to keep grinding on him, even if those weren’t the exact word I’d use if my head was clear it was still true that it hurt me watching him love everyone else, it made me feel unnoticed and sometimes small, I gripped his shirt as I stared at our bodies, realizing only now I was probably making him uncomfortable so I moved to get off him but the arm around me tightened and stopped me from doing so.

Matt’s hand touched under my chin and lifted my head up to look at him, tears I hadn’t noticed spilling over and running down my face, he seemed upset by that and leaned down to kiss me, as much as I loved the feeling of his soft lips finally on mine it felt wrong so I pushed him back “D-don’t…. Don’t give me hope”

“Will” He ran his hand through my hair tucking some behind my ear “I love you too”

I paused for a minute, waiting for him to say it was a joke, or that he was just comforting me, or he meant love in a brotherly fashion but he didn’t, he just stared into my eyes until I moved and kissed him again, moving our lips together, it started out soft but as I moved to get comfortable again my hardon rubbed with his I moaned again and Matt kissed me harder.

Everything was a blur, the pizza was moved, his jacket flew off, my pants were nearly ripped clean off, his were pulled down to mid-thigh, when we finally stopped kissing and I could take a deep breath I felt him latch onto one of my nipples while he was playing with my pucker, I moaned and squirmed making Matt look up at me, he moved only for a second to that the blunt I forgot I was still holing and put it in the ashtray on the nightstand.

He went back to what he was doing, swirling his tongue around my nipple before sucking on it once more, I whined and gripped his hair jolting slightly when he spread my hole with his fingers, still not putting any of them in just to tease me as he moved up to my neck grazing his teeth on my skin “looks like you were busy earlier”

My face went completely red as I knew what he was talking about, I didn’t think hours later I’d still be somewhat loose from fingering myself before I went to go pick him up from his house, “I-I got excited thinking about you….”

“You’re cute” he mumbled.

I didn’t get to respond and he propped himself up and opened the drawer in the nightstand, staring at it with a mixed expression before grabbing a bottle of lube and shutting it, I was curious as to why he made that face but bit my tongue as I watched him slick up his fingers before they disappeared from my view, pressing against my entrance, I shivered and moaned as he slowly pushed two in.

It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, it just felt weird as I wasn’t used to someone else touching me there but I quickly got used to it as he curled his fingers right into my prostate, I moaned and pushed my ass back into his hand as he chuckled softly and started to thrust his fingers in and out, stretching me as he did so.

I gripped his biceps and locked eyes with him as I moaned and kept with the pace of his fingers, Matt leaned down and kissed me again firmly slipping another digit into me and stretching my insides out even more while I rocked back on his hand.

It felt like forever as he was stretching me out and teasing my sweetspot making me moan and whine squirming while grinding back onto his fingers, finally he pulled out of the kiss and sat up pulling his fingers out, I felt empty but my mouth watered as I looked at what was about to fill me while he dug into his pocket to pull out a condom, rolling it onto his hard cock before slicking it up and pressing it on my tight ring of muscle, “it’s going to hurt”

“Please” I whined, biting on my lower lip.

He growled in his throat lowly before slowly pushing in watching my face for any sign he needed to stop, it hurt like a bitch and I did tense up but I didn’t dare let him stop, wrapping my legs against his waist and pressing the heels of my feet into his asscheeks every time he slowed down, it took a while as he kept pausing to let me get used to his cock stretching my hole and filling me to the brim, I gripped his arms tightly digging my nails into his skin as his hips finally touched my ass and he was fully in me.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“Y-you’re so fucking big” I moaned as his face turned beet red.

“That’s not what I was expecting…” he mumbled, lifting a hand to brush my hair from my face “it doesn’t hurt too bad right?”

I shook my head, as I got used to it the pain went away and all I was left with was the desire to have him fuck me into the bed, I rolled my hips trying to get him to move but all he did was tense and groan, I frowned and pushed my ass against him to maybe make the message clearer but he still didn’t move, I whined in frustration “Mattyyy, just fuck me already”

Again his face turned beet red but he slowly started to move his hips back and forth into me, I moaned happily and slid my hands up to wrap my arms around his shoulders grinding back into his every thrust, he was gentle, not moving too rough but as time went on he picked up speed, rubbing against my prostate and making me moan louder.

I bit my lip to try and make myself quieter as I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing his expression filled with pleasure, his eyes half-closed, his mouth open as he let out soft grunts, a faint blush painting his cheeks, it was both extremely arousing and adorable at the same time watching him melt into the feeling as his cock rubbed my insides.

I whimpered, purposefully tightening around him and rolling my hips against his making him jolt in surprise and give a sharp thrust into me, my eyes rolled back while my teeth sunk into my lip and a rough moan vibrated in my throat, it felt so good even when Matt went back to the soft pace.

“M-Matt~” I moaned in a whiney tone before my breath hitched and I moaned louder.

My back arched off the bed while my lips were roughly covered by Matt’s and the bed creaked, he was thrusting harder into me making my body shake as I whimpered and moaned into his mouth, it still wasn’t back-breaking rough but my god did it feel good every time the head of his cock hit my sweetspot making me see stars.

I felt a knot form in my stomach as the need to cum grew, I tangled my fingers in Matt’s hair while gripping his shirt with my other hand keeping our lips firmly together while his hips started to stutter, letting me know he was getting close as well.

As we kissed we both let out pleasured grunts and moans into each other’s mouths, my body shook as the feeling in my stomach got stronger and I held Matt tighter, my hole clamping down on his cock as it throbbed in me making my insides quiver, my breathing turned into panting and strained moans while my cock leaked like a broken faucet.

My back arched off the bed once more my body tensing and I let out a cry of pleasure as ropes of cum shot out my cock and onto my chest, my vision turned white as my hole spasmed and tightened, I heard Matt grunt before feeling him fill up the condom seconds later, we both collapsed pulling away from the kiss to catch our breath.

“I’m so happy…” I mumbled.

Matt looked at me with a smile and kissed my cheek as he pulled out, taking off the condom and tying it before throwing it away in the trashcan by the bed “Why?”

I just giggled and pulled him back down so that I could lay on him, feeling tired I hummed and nuzzled my face into his chest “I’ll tell you tomorrow”

“Okay then” he chuckled and put his hand on my head.

I smiled and held him close as I slowly lost consciousness, thinking about how tomorrow would go and planned on asking him to be my boyfriend, it wasn’t like he thought I was straight anymore


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Two ways to interpret this line

  1. When you shift the gear of a car upward it causes it to go faster, so if this girls is shifting her gears up then she’s gonna be riding his dick faster as well

  2. In the previous line Q mentions teaching this girl how to drive a stick. This is a stick shift or manual transmission. So she could also be physically shifting the stick (which in this case is most likely his dick) upward or jerking him off.

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