Up against the wall
The night was uneventful as hell. I wasn't in the mood to join Shane and Jonathan to the club, or accompany Tobey at the new arcade downtown. I truly didn't feel like going out or doing anything, so Bryck had come over to stay the night and join me in my quest to do nothing. Since he had left the gym without bathing, he was currently in the shower getting all clean and sweet smelling.
I was newly single as of a week ago, it turns out that senseless sex was just what it was... senseless sex. It was maybe because I felt like I kept having one-night stands with someone I called my girlfriend, going out wasn't her thing and after about two weeks, just fuxking and saying goodbye was a waste, yeah, the girl was with good at sucking and fuxking, but I got bored with her quite quickly, but don't get it wrong; I love sex like it's my life, cause it is, but she was getting boring. I've seen all of her tricks and any options she pitched to, 'spice up' our sex was not in the least bit appealing to me, so I broke it off before I ended up cheating on her, with porn... which already seemed to be happening anyways. She was beautiful, though, very hot, with amazing breast, big and soft, just the way I liked them.
I know, I know, I sound like an ungrateful asshole, but I'm not, I'm very grateful, but I just got bored. Females are sexy and intelligent and worth so much more than we give then credit for, but fuxking a straight guy just excites me more. I've already stolen multiple virginity's... consensually—from a few curious straight boys and that just holds more promise than having sex a female freak.
I guess you all can call me an asshole or a jerk, but I couldn't really freaking care less. I love sex, good sex, great sex, amazing sex! Once we are having that kind of fun, then I'll want you 24/7 and I'll be making you cum 24/7. It's an addiction, I'll admit, but it's one I won't be giving up anytime soon.
So, I've moved from sitting on my floor to lying on the bed, facing the TV at, umm... 1 am. I sighed at the TV which was showing re-runs of Modern Family. I'd seen every episode so I wasn't in the mood for laughing at these jokes over again—it's not lost interest, just an odd sense of boredom.
The bathroom door opened and Bryck came out, drying his hair with a towel, while the rest of him was left naked before my eyes. "Finally finished?" I asked, seeing as he took an hour long shower. I say up on the bed.
"Shut up, besides I needed to wash my hair."
"You barely have any." I chuckled.
"Doesn't mean that I can't wash it."
"True." I nodded at that, and hopped off the bed, meeting him by the bathroom door. "Need any help drying off?"
"Is that an open invitation to assist me or to fuxk me?"
"Both actually, and why not? You look hot dripping wet, and besides you're not seeing anyone," I state as my hands meet his hips. He didn't argue as I pulled him closer. A sigh left his lips at my advance and drapes the towel around his neck. "You really can't keep your hands off of me can you?" I shake my head.
"No, you see I find that very hard to do when you're standing here exposed... I mean just look at that body, that thick cock, and that handome face—." I hummed as my eyes ran down his chiseled chest all the way down to that beautiful cock of his.
"And don't forget my ass, you like my ass, right?"
I chuckled. "Right, how could I forget that nice round ass?" I asked myself. I looked back up at him, his blue eyes dark as he nodded once in approval, I reached behind him then squeezed his firm butt cheeks, drinking in the small moan he let out. I bit my lip, resisting a smile before my eyes met his again and I back him up until his back hits the wall. "Westley, I'm tired."
"Aww por favor Bryck. I promise it won't take long. Besides, you promised me." I cooed, nudging his head to a side with my chin. "Westley—." his words cut off once I bent to nip at his collar, letting the towel fall to his feet. His soft gasp made me moan against his skin. I open my mouth then press my teeth to his soft creamy skin. I grasped his hips tighter and grounded my crotch against his own.
"Hnn." He held me against him as I littered small bite marks on his neck. He skin smelt of vanilla and lavender body wash and I gladly inhaled his sweet aroma.
I felt his fingers nimbly playing with the hem of my tank, so I pushed away from him so that I could remove it, flying it away as I reattached my lips to his throat. I picked up his left leg and held him closer as I felt him getting hard against me. "Fuxk... ughh West." he trailed off.
I pulled back from his neck to see a big red mark surrounded by the smaller ones I made; I smiled at my work and looked up to see him with heavy eyes and a smug smile on his lips. "You're so bad."
"I know, but you love me just the way I am." I whispered, holding his chin so that I could kiss him, he kissed back, a hand grabbing my arm and pulling me in. I groaned, his lips tasting minty as I jutted out my tongue to lick at his upper lip. He caught my tongue and sucked it into his mouth then, begging with his body for more—which I graciously gave him. We moaned as our tongues did the tango with each other, our moans loud and these temperature raising as we kissed. Bryck wrapped his arms around my neck and arched up from the wall as he deepened the kiss. My erection began to strain against the front of my pants and I could feel Bryck's own rubbing up against mine in a painstakingly arousing movement.
Bryck pulled back from my lips, his breath shot as he talked. "Take those fuxking pants off!" he groaned. He untangled his arms from around my neck and dropped his leg so that he could push down my pants. I kissed his cheek and moaned once I felt his hand encircle my cock. "Bryck... urgh." he chuckled at my expense and reconnected our lips. He released me and brought his leg back up onto my hip and brought me back into his arms.
I got his wrist from around my neck and brought them both up and held them beside his head.
Westley had me pinned up against the wall as we made out. My dick was fully erect now and throbbing against his erection—the friction was killing me, but Westley wasn't doing a thing about it but making it worse. I broke our kiss, trying to catch my breath along with him, but he didn't even allow me that before he started grounding his dick against mine.
I was restless against him, hands tangled up in his hair as the sweet friction between us built. "Wes... Westley please..." I begged.
"Say it." he demanded.
"Don't make me." I practically whined, hating that he could make me sound so defeated, and hating that I liked it.
"Now!" he growled into my ear. His voice was husky and heavy.
"Please Westley, fu—fuxk me. Fuxk me please." I breathed, giving in when I felt his hand wrap around my erection. Westley brought his face up to mine—looking me in my eyes. He kisses my lips gently and continues to kiss me until I break our kiss and bare my neck to him as he moves down to my collarbone. Light butterfly kisses make me shiver as he goes lower. He pauses as he reaches my nipples and sucks one into his mouth, I gasp, at the warmth and wetness of his mouth and he smirks against my skin. He moves to the other one, kissing it before he went back to layering my skin with soft kisses. "Please..." my gasp was shaky.
My eyes slipped shut as I anticipated the next touch of Westley's lips against my hot skin. Slowly, he made his way down lower, going down on his knees as he kisses my V-line. I shudder once I feel his soft, sinful lips kissing the base of my cock. My cock twitches when I feel him kissing up my length. "W—Wes—Westley... Oh my God!" I murmured.
I groaned out—Westley had just closed his lips around the head of my penis. I shivered as his mouth took in my length. "Faster..." was my mumbled plea. I felt him smiling around my cock and then he started to pull back, and then went back down again hollowing his cheeks to deep throat me.
I dug my fingers into his black curly hair as he went faster, sucking my erection—making it slick with his saliva. His mouth felt like heaven wrapped around my cock. I couldn't think straight while his mouth was on me. I couldn't breathe properly because he was using his tongue as well; he was so good at sucking cock that he made my mind go haywire.
I always tried not to remember how amazing his mouth felt, how good it felt when he sucked me and licked me till I was shaking. He knew I was starved of what I loved the most—his mouth... it was my secret drug, my guilty pleasure... my... my bliss—the one thing I couldn't deny for long. My moans started to build and I knew what was coming next, no not a climax... a pause.
He needs to get me hard enough and turned on enough—he needed me on the edge of my peak. He needed me to want him—to crave him—to beg for him. I knew his tricks, yet I fell for them time and time again. Why? You ask, because he gives me what I want—I can deny it all I want but he'll always know, always know that I'm just like him—a man driven by sex—driven wild by his advances, by his touch—his voice, the feel of his breath against my skin. He was willing to give me what no one else could—not because they couldn't please me, but they couldn't please me like he could. He knows me, what makes me hard, what makes me mad, what makes me crave him.
He was my ecstasy and I was his victim, forever made to be to drawn to him. By the time my brain cooled down Westley already had himself lubed up and rubbing against me as he gazed up at me. "You with me again?"
"Fuxk you." I seethed.
"No, actually the right term would be 'fuxk me'. And yes, I will." I chuckled lightly at him. Westley smirked wickedly at me and turns me around pushing me up against the wall—grinding his cock against my ass. "Tell me how much you want my cock up your ass."
"I wouldn't give you the satisfaction." I breathed.
"Suit yourself." He remarks. He brought his hands around to hold my cock firmly in his grip, slowly jerking me off as he pushes me more into the wall. My moans resume in due time as the pleasure flows back into my body. "Tell me." He whispers.
"N—no..." I protested, my palms up against the wall as he keeps moving against me and slowly jerking me in time with his thrust.
"Tell me now. Tell me you want my cock inside of your tight round ass." he bit my earlobe, pulling it slightly. I groaned when his grasp tightened and pushed back against him, wanting to feel his cock between my ass cheeks. "You're such a little slut, you want my cock so bad. Look at you, you can't control yourself—you're so wet for me." He was referring to the pre-cum that started to leak from my tip. "Say it. Say it you little slut," his other hand was at my throat holding my head back, as he rotted against me, "say how much you want me to fuxk your straight ass."
I moaned louder as his grip went deadlock tight on my cock. "West!" I was throbbing in his hand and his words were only serving in turning me on, making me want to give in. "Come on Brycky, just say you want my cock inside your beautiful tight hole. Say it or I'll make you wish you hadn't come over."
"I—I love it when you talk dirty to me." I chuckled.
"I know you do. And you love when I make you beg. So, beg. Now!" he ordered, biting at my throat again. I smiled and bit my bottom lip. "Fuxk my ass you whore. Fuxk me now. Fuxk me so fuxking hard that I cum all over this damn wall."
"Oh, I love your eagerness. See, this is why I love you so much. You're a slut for my cock. You love being forced, and you love the feel of my cock against your ass."
"Yes, yes baby. I love your cock. It's so fuxking good, so fuxking thick. Please Westley—fuxk me. Make me cum... please West..."
"Perfect." He breathed. Westley pushed me up closer to the wall and grasped my hips hard, lining the head of his cock up against my asshole, getting ready to penetrate me. I yelled out profanity as Westley shoved his cock up my ass. Tears came out of my eyes when he was finally all the way in. He paused, letting me adjust. "Please, don't stop—fuxk me—pound my ass—fuxk—I can't take it... please," I begged. He was filling me up so much it was like I could nearly feel him in my stomach.
Westley chuckles bitterly and pulls out slightly, then thrust back in, making me mewl from the pleasurable pain. He braces his hands against mine—linking our fingers together as he began to go faster. My head lobs back onto his shoulder and he took my mouth with his in hunger, kissing me with a fury as he fuxked me harder. I was on cloud nine as he made love to me.
He was calculated as he fuxked me, his hips moved with a snap and slow pull, then he went faster, then slowed down, driving me crazy with the way his hips moved against me.
I felt him throbbing—pulsating inside of my ass, as I tightened myself around him, my orgasm nearing as he fuxked me. Westley pulls out completely, the feeling of emptiness surrounds me and I whine, not wanting it to be over. He turns me around and picks me up in the next instant. I wrap my arms around his neck as he plunges his cock back into my ass. I cry out, arching my back as he hit my prostate dead on. My jaw drops and I let out an inaudible cry of pleasure. He plants one hand above my head as he fuxks into my ass. I was a mess of myself as I struggled to hold back my orgasm. Westley bends to bit at my shoulder, making me moan as my resistance broke and I shudder and moan his name out as I climax hard, my ejaculation splatters Westley's chest and the wall, and even my own cheek. Westley grunts as he shudders too, cumming inside me. I felt his hot cum filling me up, as he rest his head on my shoulder. I felt him pulling out slowly as his cum drips out of my ass. I chuckled tiredly as he nudges my head, to kiss my shoulder as we panted heavy. He kisses my neck and holds me to him just a little longer.
My knees were weak as my body shivers. "I'm moving in." Westley laughed at me and slowly let's me down. "You're one piece of clothing away from being a permanent resident."
"I love you." He breathe out.
"I love you too Bryston. Join me for a shower?" he asks, once he gatherers his bearings back.
"I swear whenever I'm with you, I always need more than one shower every hour." I state.
"You're welcome. Thank me later." I scoff at him but allow him to pull me into the shower.
