Chapter 6 April 2003 #4
“Thanks. Alright, here goes nothing.” He opened his mouth, and it felt like hours before his lips finally wrapped around the head, making me whimper. Slowly, he descended, his lips like velvet around the shaft. It was like the warmest, wettest hug known to man, and I wanted to feel more of it.
“Kent,” I whimpered when he did this neat little trick with his tongue. “More?”
His head bobbed up and down, his cheeks hollowing each time he pulled back. It was like he was sucking the orgasm out of me by force, his fingers gently needing my balls, one finger venturing further back, playing with the soft, hairless patch of skin between my balls and my crack.
The bed creaked as he maneuvered himself around.
I didn’t realize what he was doing until we were in a sixty-nine position, and his penis was aimed right at my mouth.
I wanted to make him feel good, the same way he’d been doing for me.
Leaning closer, I wrapped my lips around him, tasting a salty bead of pre-cum that was pearled at the tip.
The taste was like an explosion of the man I loved.
The boy with tangled curls who looked at me like I was the sun and moon and every star in the sky.
I mumbled bastardized variations of “I love you” as I worked him faster, swallowing more and more of my Half-pint.
He wasn’t terribly large, maybe a little over five inches, but each inch felt like a mile by the time it was hitting the back of my throat.
I kept gagging around it, but Kent was a natural.
I guessed all that practice with his toy had been helpful.
Maybe I could get one for myself, I thought.
That way I’d be just as good for him as he was for me.
Kent’s warmth left my shaft, making me whine like a needy puppy.
Pulling himself out of my mouth, he whirled around on the bed, settling between my thighs.
The next thing I knew, my legs were on his shoulder, and his palms were holding my cheeks apart.
He was looking at my most private place like it was a steak or something.
It made me blush, because no one had ever looked at me there before.
Not for the length of time or with the level of intensity Kent had in his eyes.
Slowly, he moved closer, then he licked a stripe up my crack, making me cry out to the point I had to put my hand over my mouth.
He gave me a stern look and mumbled for me to hush, but it was difficult.
Every dream I’d ever dreamed was coming true, and it had me arching off the bed, unable to control myself.
The sounds that left me were raw and animalistic.
Each time his tongue dragged across my hole, it felt like I was coming undone from the inside out.
His tongue probed at my hole until it eventually pushed past the ring of muscle, making me cry out in pleasure. He reached up and placed a hand over my mouth.
“Someone’s going to hear. Baby, you’ve got to be quiet.”
“Sorry,” I whispered, feeling a little breathless. “You just feel so good. I didn’t know it was supposed to feel this good.”
A smirk quirked in the corner of his mouth. “Wait until I’m inside you. The toy feels really good when I play with it, so I’m pretty sure I can make you feel good, too.”
I nodded. “Okay. Yeah, Kent. Make me feel good.” He looks around the room, but I’m not sure what he’s looking for. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you have anything we can use for lube?”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Lube? For what?”
He rolled his eyes. “For my dick. It’s going to be inside you, and lube will help. I use a lot of it with my toy. I know your momma wouldn’t let you have actual lube, but maybe if you’ve got some lotion or something?”
I hopped off the bed and rushed to grab the bottle of lotion off my dresser. Normally, I wore it because it smelled good, and Momma refused to let me buy cologne, claiming it was a gateway drug to promiscuity, but I didn’t think there was anything wrong with wanting to smell good.
When I returned, I held the lotion out for him, and he took it, staring at the bottle.
“It’s not ideal, but it’ll do in a pinch.
I’ll make sure to keep some lube in my overnight bag so we’re covered next time.
” He squirted a dollop in his palm, then coated his finger and pressed it against my hole. “Deep breath, Gray. Here I come.”
I closed my eyes and waited for him to breach my entrance, and when he did, it made my insides burn.
It wasn’t painful, just a bit uncomfortable, but nothing I couldn’t manage.
For the next five minutes, he slid in and out, occasionally adding another finger to stretch me wider.
The whole time he was working me open, his eyes never left mine.
“I love you,” he whispered, adding a third finger. “I promise, I’m going to be as gentle as I can. If it hurts too much, just tell me. We can change positions. Or just go back to sucking each other.”
“It’s okay. I’m ready. I’ve been ready for it, Half-pint,” I said.
He swallowed thickly, his eyes dipping down my body, drinking in the sight of me. Wanting to give him a show, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and slowly stroked it. “I think about you when I do this. Every night, I always picture you.”
His smile widened. “Yeah?”
“Every night,” I confirmed. “Go on. I’m ready.”
He applied pressure as he pushed forward, making me cry out.
It felt like I was being torn in two, but I knew I couldn’t give up.
Not if it meant making Kent happy. I leaned forward and claimed him with a kiss, hoping the distraction of his tongue tangling with mine might dull some of the pain.
To an extent, it did, but not completely.
The pressure was still there. It still burned something awful, but it also felt like I was giving part of myself to him.
A part that had always been Kent’s. He slowly entered me, his tongue tearing through my mouth with abandon.
I tried to keep my voice down, but wasn’t successful in the slightest. How could I be quiet when every dream I’d ever had was coming true.
Once he was fully enveloped, he stared at the place we were connected and grinned a goofy grin. “I’m inside you, Gray.”
“I know,” I said, nodding. “Feels good.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah. Keep going, Half-pint. Please?”
Slowly, he pulled out until only the head was still inside.
He bit his lip as he slid back inside. Once he was buried to the hilt, he swatted my hand away from my erection and grabbed on, slowly stroking me in time with each of his thrusts.
I felt fuller than I ever had, like I was stretched to my limit.
He sawed in and out of me with short, quick thrusts, and I found they felt a lot less painful than the long thrusts he started out with.
It didn’t take us long until we were both panting and moaning like the women in those movies Trevor used to make me watch with him. Eventually, Kent had to put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, but it didn’t help all that much.
“I’m close,” he said, his breathing ragged. “Can I come inside you?”
I nodded emphatically, rocking my hips to meet each of his thrusts. It was starting to feel incredible, and he kept hitting this spot that had me seeing stars.
“Please, Kent. Mark me. Make me yours.”
The words were like the kiss of life, launching him into a series of jackhammer-like moves, repeatedly nailing that magic button inside me.
The bed was squeaking so loud, it was a wonder we hadn’t woken my mother down the hall.
Thankfully, when she took her sleeping pills, she was usually dead to the world.
“I’m going to come,” he whines, his movements faster, the grip he had on my cock tightening. “Come with me, baby.”
I rolled my hips, grinding into his fist as I squeezed and released my entrance on an endless loop, desperate to provide Kent with the same pleasure he was providing me.
His eyes rolled back in his head, his body went stiff, and as my own orgasm crashed over me, warmth spread inside me.
We were coming together, just like he’d asked.
When it was done—as we laid there in those fleeting seconds and months and minutes—I could see our future so clearly.
I’d sing. He’d sit behind a desk. I’d have dinner hot and ready for him the second he walked in the door.
His stomach would probably hate me for it, because I could hardly make macaroni without burning it, but he’d kiss me anyway, telling me it tasted perfect.
We’d get ourselves a nice little house, maybe on the water so it felt like home. I’d love him.
I was going to love him for the rest of my life.
The door burst open, and it felt like every drop of comfort evaporated around us.
Like someone turned twenty space heaters on high and aimed them in our direction.
Kent was still on top of me, riding out the last wave of his orgasm.
When I turned toward the door, my heart sank in my chest. Trevor and two of his buddies were standing there, staring on in horror.
I grabbed the blanket trying to shield Kent’s naked body from them, but staring at Trevor, the second our eyes connected, I knew it was pointless.
He looked like he wanted to kill Kent.
Trevor lunged.
He gave me no chance to react. No time to pull Kent under my body to protect him.
To keep him safe, the way I swore I would.
Kent’s eyes were on mine, the fear clear in them.
I reached for him, but he was already being pulled away from me.
Jumping up to my knees, I hobbled to the end of the bed, trying to get to them.
I sucked in a sharp breath when Trevor landed his first hit.
And then Kent was groaning. Curling up into a tiny, fragile ball. He writhed on the floor in pain, calling out to me.