Chapter 15
Ryan
I was in such a funk after my parents told me about the divorce. Spent hours feeling more down than I’ve felt in my entire life. But now that I have Marty’s lips against mine, feeling that hard girth under his pants, hell, it’s the only thing that brings me relief.
“Uh…” Marty says, which makes me pull away from him.
“Uh…? Well, that’s not something anyone’s ever said when I’ve offered to get them off.”
“But with everything that happened, you want to do stuff?”
“Not sure if you’ve noticed, but getting off with girls is one of the ways I de-stress, and I could use a release right about now.” I press up against his crotch again, feeling how tight his cock is. “And it looks like you could use one too.”
“I don’t want you to do anything you might regret because you’re vulnerable.”
“You worried about taking advantage of me?” I tease.
He angles his head, shooting me a look. “You know what I’m saying.”
“I do, and it’s cute. But unless you don’t want me to play with your dick, then I say it might actually help me get to sleep. Come on, Mart. Let me play with it.” He seems to be considering it, so I press, “Pretty please.”
He practically snorts. “I mean, I would be curious to see what happens.”
“I think you know what happens.”
“Whatever. You know what I’m saying.”
I grin. “I do.”
Is it weird that our combative dynamic makes this all even more fun?
He starts to reach for his fly, but I bat his hands away. “Hell no. I got this. You gotta let me do this for you.”
He raises his hands, surrendering, I know not only in this moment, but to messing around. I roll onto my hip beside him, then loosen the buttons on his jeans. His cock is already an inch stretched out from the waistband of his boxers.
“That’s nice and thick,” I tell him. “I’ve always been proud of mine, but you got a real monster down here.”
I watch his expression as he glances around uneasily, his cheeks pinkening.
I take him in my grasp, gulping. “I have to admit, I’m kind of intimidated by this.”
“By how big I am?”
“Not that. I’ve just…had plenty of sex, know exactly what I’m doing with women, but no experience with any other dicks than my own. But I’m confident I can figure it out.”
As I stroke his cock, his body vibrates, and I stare at his expression as his eyes roll back. Fuck, what that does to me.
“Yeah, doesn’t seem like you’re gonna have an issue with that,” he mutters.
A burst of heat swirls in my chest.
“Guess I can work on this while you work on this.” I kiss him while jerking him, my cock firm as fuck while I play with him. Can’t believe I’m locking lips and jerking with Marty McGovern, who was bound and determined to get me kicked out of Alpha Theta Mu’s house.
His dick stiffens even more in my hold, our lips tightening together as I speed up my movements.
“Marty McGovern’s getting real stiff for me,” I whisper into his mouth. “Dirty bastard.”
That plumps him up even more before I steal another kiss.
I don’t feel like an expert at this, but I certainly know how to please my cock, and what I’m doing seems to be working just fine as my hand glides up and down his shaft, which swells until it feels like I’m jerking off marble.
Between how hard he is and the way he arches his back, I’m sure I’m getting him close, so I speed up my movements, determined to take him all the way.
He pulls away from our kiss and says, “Ryan, I’m gonna…”
“Give it to me,” I tell him.
He hikes his shirt up and shoots across his abs with a load that’s as impressive as his size.
I keep pumping him to make sure to get every drop out, feeling like I just made a touchdown.
He continues twisting his head either way, his expression locked up, again looking more adorable than I ever thought the guy could look.
His body finally stills as he catches his breath.
“You liked that,” I say.
His gaze travels to my crotch. “You clearly did too.”
“Mind if I get off too?” When he shakes his head, I grab my shaft. “Don’t think it’ll take me too long either. You…mind…if I come on you?”
“Huh?”
“You’re already messy. I’ll just add it to that.” It’s not only the mess, though. “Come on, Mart. Let me paint you with my cum.” That excites me for reasons I can’t wrap my head around. Well, aside from the fact that it’s hot as hell.
He stares at me blankly, in a way that makes me worry he’ll say no, but then shrugs. “Sure.”
I kiss him again, rolling toward him as I continue pumping. The thought of mixing my cum with his on his belly, and the sensation of kissing him…it’s all too much for me. There’s an urgency in me, pushing me toward the edge.
“Mart, here it comes. Here I fucking come…”
I roll closer to him, my cum shooting across his torso. I enjoy the release as I paint over his fair skin. When I’m finished, I run the head of my cock through my cum, spreading it across his abs.
We gaze at each other, and he asks, “Feel better?”
“Much. But I definitely think you’re queer, man.”
He rolls his head back, laughing.
It’s a side I get to see him let out around his friends, rarely with only me, and I enjoy seeing that I can bring that out of him too.
“I think you might be right,” he says.
“Glad I could help you figure that out. Maybe tomorrow we work on sorting out how to get you with Ang?”
“Angie.”
“Yeah, whatever her name is.”
“Sure.”
A knot constricts in my chest, this tension I can’t explain, so I disregard it.
“Well, so far we know you’re a great kisser…
and I do mean great, and considering what an ass you’ve been to me, you know I wouldn’t fuck around about that.
You also got a nice, thick dick, so…like most of the things in your life, I think it’s only in your head. Why are you looking at me like that?”
His expression is twisted up, his brow arched. “One minute you’re coming on me and the next you’re talking about giving me pointers to get together with Angie? Really?”
I shrug. “I mean, you’re not with anyone now, so what’s wrong with a little friends-with-benefits situation? Unless you think because we mouth-fucked once, you got feels, in which case I feel bad for you.”
He laughs before cringing. “Mouth-fucking? Really? And we just did more than that, but either way, you’re definitely safe there.”
We share a laugh, and I must admit, this was a nice end to a crap day.
With Marty McGovern covered in cum.
*
“I’m sorry for the way I handled that,” I tell Mom as we chat the following day.
I’ve come down from my mood, in no small part due to the way Marty helped take the edge off. He’s fun, despite normally being the Ruiner of All Things Fun. Evidently, he’s a lot easier to get along with when he’s soaked in cum. Or when my mouth is keeping him from talking.
“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Mom says. “We knew it wasn’t going to be easy, and you handled it the best way you could in the moment. I love you. Your father loves you. And we both agreed that maybe you needed a minute. We have plenty of time to discuss it more.”
There’s that tension again because I don’t want to discuss any of this. But I get what she means. It’s not a one-and-done deal. This is part of our lives now.
“It was hard hearing how certain it was. But I do want you both to be happy.”
“I know that, Ryan. And your father knows it too.”
“Speaking of, I better give him a call. Gotta make amends with everyone today.”
“Okay, I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.”
After we hang up, I call Dad, who answers before the second ring, as though he’s been waiting for me to return his call all morning.
“Champ?”
That twists like a knife. Not exclusively because I can hear the affection in his tone, but because it reminds me of the news I haven’t shared with him yet—the news I was planning to bring up before they told me about their divorce.
The news that certainly isn’t gonna make any of this any easier for him, given he clearly doesn’t want this divorce either.
“I just talked to Mom.”
“I’m glad. We were worried about you. I’m not sure we handled it the right way. And, really, I was holding out hope…” He stops himself. “I shouldn’t say that. I’m not putting any of this on your mom.”
It chokes me up to hear him say that because just as when I was in the kitchen with them, I can feel this is more Mom’s decision and he still loves her.
“It’s been a shit year so far,” he says, “but won’t be once my son’s drafted, right?”
Another blow.
Part of me thinks now would be a good time to tell him, while another is certain this would be the shittiest time with everything he’s going through.
“Honestly, Ry, it’s the only thing I really have to look forward to right now.”
A bleak confession, and the words catch in my throat. “Yeah, uh-huh, Dad. You know, I need to get ready for my next class, so…”
“I’ll let you go, champ. Thanks for being such a good sport. I promise I won’t let any of what’s going on between your mother and me stand between you and your big break.”
“Mmmm-hmmm.” Now I can’t even get words out, I’m so uneasy.
Fortunately, it’s not much longer before I get off, but now the lingering disappointment of the news they shared yesterday is mixed with the guilt about not sharing the truth about my feelings about the draft.
But if I shared that, it’d break his heart on top of everything else that’s going on.
And I can’t bear the thought of doing that to him. Not yet.
After we exchange I-love-yous, I find myself pulling up Mart’s number. And I know why too. Talking to my parents worked up plenty of stress, and he was a great source of relief yesterday, so I DM him on Insta: You planning to head back to the house soon?
I notice bubbles pop up on my screen. You sent this on Insta? You have my number.
Me: Does it matter? You get notifications either way. ;)
Me: Or you were just waiting on me to text so you could get some more of this action.
Marty: You know I can block you, right?
I’m wearing a ridiculous grin. Wild that Marty is the one who’s able to take me from feeling like crap to feeling good. Who would’ve thought?
Me: Doubt it. Pretty sure you want another taste of this mouth.
Marty: You’re the one who DMed me, so I think I know who wants another taste.
Me: Nah. I could just feel how much you needed it.
Me: Besides, we both know you need more practice.
Marty: I thought you said it was good.
Me: Yeah, and I just have to practice until I can get that confidence up and you’ll know it for when you’re smooching on Angie.
Marty: Smooching??????
I chuckle.
Me: So make-out session in our room later?
Marty: MY room.
Marty: And why do I feel like it’s not gonna only be making out?
Me: Probably because you’re so horny. You haven’t had a good lay in a long time, so we gotta get all that bad sperm out of you.
Marty: *eyeroll emoji*
Me: Oh, okay. Never mind. I’ll just hit up Dax. He’s probably free.
I shouldn’t bring him into this, but remembering how Marty was fussing about me chatting up Dax, I can’t help myself.
Marty: You trying to emotionally blackmail me into messing with you again?
Me: Depends. Is it working?
Marty: *eyeroll emoji*
Marty: If you haven’t fucked your way through all the available queer guys at the frat before I’m back, sure.
A jolt of excitement pulses through me at the thought of getting to reenact that first experience.
Me: And don’t forget, you have to show me some more tango moves.
Marty: We’ll see if we can keep your hands off my dick long enough for that to happen.
Me: We should definitely do that after because I don’t know that it’s gonna work if I’m not fully drained first.