Chapter Eight
How Could Something So Right Go So Wrong?
Gabe
The extent to which Ender had been visibly shaking from the moment I first touched him, gradually becoming more extreme, had me almost hesitant to go any further—until he begged me not to stop.
The way his body responds to my every touch is stunning, giving me a high like none other.
Then he threw his head back with his mouth wide-open, and the last of my control snapped. Fuck holding back.
I sit upright, pushing my index and middle fingers into him at once, scissoring them, while my other hand lazily strokes his cock.
“Ender, look at me.” He doesn’t respond, eyes closed as he pants shallowly for breath.
“Ender, I said look at me.” I tighten my grip around his dick and squeeze, pulling my fingers out of him.
When his eyes finally meet mine, he looks disoriented.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s wasted, but he didn’t smell like alcohol when I kissed him.
I pause. “Are you okay?”
His lashes flicker, wet with moisture, and he clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m good. Why’d you stop?” Although he’s still a little breathless, he seems more aware than he was a second ago.
Ender doesn’t wait for me to answer. Instead, he sits up and crashes his lips into mine, his tongue finding its way into my mouth.
I’m shocked by how strong he is when he suddenly lifts me at the hips, tossing me onto the bed beside him and settling between my legs.
He’s about to put my dick in his mouth when I see it finally registers—what he thought was a cock ring earlier.
I can’t help but love the reaction it always gets from men.
His big eyes bounce from my dick to my face and back again, and he looks speechless.
“You have a Jacob’s Ladder?”
“You’re very observant.” I laugh at his astonishment.
“Didn’t it fucking hurt?” he asks, investigating it at different angles—tilting his head from side to side. Then he pushes my cock against my stomach and runs his thumbs over the five bars.
“Yes,” I say, caressing his head. I adore this unexpectedly innocent side of him.
With one last glance, Ender licks me from base to tip, then takes my full length into his mouth until his chin is snug against my balls, swallowing around my cockhead.
When he slowly rises, his tongue plays with each bar on my underside, getting a feel for them before wrapping his lips around the head and sucking—hard.
“Oh god…fuck.” It feels so good that I have to take a few quick breaths.
His mouth suddenly disappears, and I catch him admiring my piercings once again. He seems fascinated by them—inspecting each one before running the tip of his tongue across them. My breath hitches with every touch.
“You have a beautiful dick,” he says, licking around the head and then down the shaft, giving extra attention to each barbell. With a barely audible whisper, he says to my throbbing cock, “You’re going to feel really good inside me later.”
I moan in appreciation when his warm mouth takes me in again.
His hair feels silky between my fingers as he bobs on my cock, sucking me hard and fast. I lean back on one hand while the other tries to direct his rhythm, but he doesn’t let up.
The suction on his retraction has to be one of the strongest I’ve experienced—and I’ve had a lot of fucking blowjobs in my life—making my vision sparkle with scattered lights.
“Fuck, that mouth of yours should have its own trademark or something. Shit, Ender, slow down before I come too soon.” I have to force the words out, my scattered thoughts clouding my senses.
“Ender…fuck.” My eyes instinctively shut when I feel my balls tightening, his hair nearly slipping out of my hands as I tug him off my dick before it’s too late. “I want to be inside you when I come.”
I refocus on Ender in front of me, his purple, veiny cock at full mast and demanding attention, his eyes glazed over as he practically gasps for air. It’s like he’s lost in a kind of sexual trance, the new star of every one of my fantasies. Licking his Cupid’s bow, he begins to come out of it.
“I think you can tell how much I enjoy sucking your cock, and I’d love to feel you and those piercings inside me in the very near future,” he purrs.
“but right now, I really need to fuck you.” Ender’s words excite and disappoint me all at once—I was looking forward to having my way with his ass first. Fuck, I need to be inside him, but I want his gorgeous cock inside me just as much.
Handing him the lube and condom is all the answer he needs to place his palm on my chest, pecking my lips before gesturing for me to lie down with an uptilted chin and light pressure from his hand.
He doesn’t waste time, squeezing maybe a little too much lube onto his fingers. Don’t get me wrong, more is better, but I think he just used half the bottle in one shot, some of it already dripping to the sheets.
Ender’s thinner frame slides between my thighs, hooking my right leg with his arm while his other hand stretches me to easily take him. I was surprised by the size of Ender’s dick, given he’s a slender guy and average height, but that beast is long and thick.
I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
“Your fingers are just as talented as your mouth.”
He chuckles. “Wait until I fill you with my cock,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye.
I grin slightly. “Confidence looks good on you, Ender.”
He looks a little confused for a moment before his mouth continues its blissful torment on my body.
By the time he has three fingers in me, nipping, sucking, and licking wherever he can reach as he stretches me, my body's teased to breaking point.
“Goddammit, Ender get inside me now, please.” Can I be any greedier right now?
Lifting his head from where he was kissing my neck, I watch his eyes change from tender to something fierce.
His fingers leave my hole, and he uses both hands and his mouth to rip open the condom wrapper and open the lube bottle.
Seems he’s in just as much a rush as I am as he fumbles with it when he rolls it over his dick.
Dropping to his heels, he slathers himself with more lube before throwing the bottle aside, Ender nudges me and motions toward the headboard.
“Put your head on the pillow up there.” His voice is raspy, and he looks confident as fuck. I’m more than happy to obey, completely intrigued by this side of him.
He puts me in a position where I don’t usually find myself—and I’m not mad about it. Ender grips my calves, placing them on his shoulders, with one hand on the headboard and the other lining his cock up against my hole. The stretch of his thickness stings ever so slightly when he pushes into me.
I'm a fucking big guy, and I'd always figured this position just wouldn't work for me.
What a fucking mistake.
Ender goes from slowly pumping in and out of me until I adjust to his girth to no holds barred in what feels like seconds.
“Motherfuc…” All discomfort is gone, and the quiet, timid Ender with it, replaced by a man with one goal on his mind—to fuck me into oblivion.
“Fuck, yeah. Tell me how good my ass feels swallowing your cock.”
Ender doesn't respond, like he's using every bit of his energy to pound into my hole over and over again.
Oh, to be a fly on the wall in this room right now.
The sound of his pelvis slapping my ass cheeks is downright pornographic.
His arms are on the outside of my legs now, with both his hands on the headboard, stabilizing him as he batters my ass.
His feral expression is so out of place on him but erotic beyond belief.
“Don’t stop...” The words huff out of me almost involuntarily as I grab his biceps. “Just like that.”
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he grits out between clenched teeth, “so fucking good.” All of his effort is focused on making us both feel good, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Your cock is even better than your mouth…I can’t wait to shove my cock in that sweet ass of yours. I can only imagine how…fuuuuucccckkkk,” My voice cuts off as he hits my prostate at the perfect angle.
He gives me the tiniest growl when my fingers dig into him. “I can’t wait to feel your cock in my ass, Gabe. If I could have you inside me right now with me still inside you, I think I’d die a happy man.”
We both laugh, and I love that we’re able to go from a little dirty talking to joking with each other in the middle of a mind-altering dicking down.
Ender slows his pace as we come down. He drops my legs from his shoulders and joins his mouth to mine in a sensual kiss.
His hips continue rolling against my ass, fueling our passion.
The warmth of his skin beneath my fingers while I massage his ass has me internally begging for more but not wanting to release his mouth to voice it.
Our synchronized moaning has replaced the slapping of skin from before, with every wave of his body into mine, the music still playing in the background setting the perfect rhythm for him.
Our bodies are practically fused together with my dick between us, giving it just enough friction to tease me, but not enough to stop it from aching, and I reach between us, desperate to give it the attention it craves.
Swatting my hand away and replacing it with his, Ender starts off with languid strokes.
I respond by tensing around him, and he lets out a breathy ‘godfuckingdamnit.’ My laughter’s muffled when he snatches my mouth up again, taking my breath away.
I’m so close to the edge with his tongue, fist, and cock triple-teaming me, driving me wild, that my hands are in a frenzy, wanting to touch every part of him all at once.
Pulling away to hover over me on one elbow, his rolling motions change into pistons matching the tempo of his rough strokes on my cock.
“Fuck, yeah.” Each word comes out in short pants. “Give it to me, Ender,” I say, earning me a deep growl. A wave of ecstasy blankets me as I clench the sheets, holding on for dear life as my ass clenches hard around him.
“I’m com—fuuuucccckkkk.” Ender’s body spasms, his head thrown back, cock pulsing inside me as I fall with him, my balls drawing up as I shoot all over my chest. His name shudders from my lips, and I cup his face as he collapses bonelessly on top of me.
Our mouths lock, and our tongues swirl together like a choreographed dance, our limbs tangled together as waves of pleasure flow through us.
The slow roll of his hips, as he works our bodies through our orgasms, until we’re wrung dry.
It’s a few minutes before we come up for air, cum doing its best to bond us together in its gummy aftermath.
Ender’s clearly amused by something, the force of it shaking us both. His forehead is still resting against mine.
“I don’t know whether to feel offended or if I should join you. Clue me in here, please.” I’m already laughing before he answers.
“Nothing, nothing. Not important,” he says. His lips resting against mine, even as he still chuckles to himself.
“Not fair, but I’ll let it slide for now after what an incredible fuck you are.
” I swipe my tongue over his lips for another taste of him, only Ender doesn't grant me access.
Peering up at him, I see his post-orgasmic bliss suddenly disappear, replaced with dulled hazel eyes.
He pinches his eyebrows together, then drops his head with a sigh.
Rolling onto his back, he pulls his arm over his face.
Is he hiding from me?
“You okay?” I ask, propping my head up on my palm when I lie facing him.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just catching my breath.”
He doesn’t sound winded any longer.
“Ender, what’s up?” I coax him with gentle circles of my thumb along his ribcage.
“Nothing’s up. I’ll get out of here. Just let me wash up really quick,” he says, getting up and grabbing his clothes off the floor before walking into the bathroom, leaving me completely baffled.
After a few minutes, I knock on the door before I try turning the handle—it’s locked.
“Ender?” Nothing.
“Please tell me what’s going on.” Silence.
“Ender?” Knock, knock. “Can you open the door?”
“Seriously, Ender, you’re scaring me.”
I hear water running before the door opens, and he tries to walk by me with red-rimmed eyes. I stumbled back as I hooked my arm around his waist to stop him.
“Ender, can you please tell me what’s going on? Don’t just leave,” I plead in a whisper. I’d give anything to make him stay, but I have a feeling there’s more to what’s going on here. I’m not the type of person to make him talk about something he’s not ready to tell me.
Without making eye contact, he rattles off, “I’m good, I promise. Thanks, I had a good time. I’ll text you.”
Pushing my arm from his waist, he walks out—no parting kiss or embrace—I’m just left standing in my bathroom, thoroughly fucked and utterly confused, wondering what went wrong.
It’s been five days since Ender walked out of my house and went radio silent on me.
I’ve tried every form of communication and still nothing—he won’t even like my comments on his posts.
I almost showed up at his apartment after I found his address during one of my deep dives on him.
Addresses are easy, but I didn’t find much more than his professional and social media profiles, and an alumni roster for his university on a public group page.
It’s as if he were a ghost before he graduated college.
I’m not trying to betray his privacy—not exactly—but I want to know more about his past and whatever it is that could have caused him to leave. I don’t think he’ll be ready to share anything any time soon. Not if that was his reaction to whatever I said that triggered him.
“Are you heading out soon?” Luke disturbs my thoughts.
“Yeah, in just a minute. Numbers are looking good for the first few days.”
“You look tired, Gabe. It’s late, get out of here.”
Agreeing with him, I grab my stuff to leave. Before starting the car, I send Ender another text.
Hope you had a good day.