22. Calvin
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
calvin
The next two weeks go smoothly. I’m on edge, waiting for something to go wrong, but nothing has.
We’ve won all our games so far this season. I’ve spent all my free time with Jonah, and nothing has gone wrong.
But it’s always kind of there. Something has to happen. Something bad. We’ve camped out the last two Fridays, even though it’s actually starting to get really fucking cold. But I haven’t been able to fool around with him at his house.
Knowing Jenna and Micah know. I know he’s right, and they’re totally fine with it, but I still can’t get past that block.
That is until today, apparently.
I watched him secretly all day. Pining for him. For his kiss. For his body. For him to fill me so fully again.
It’s all consuming.
So as soon as we got to his house after practice today, I was all over him. He thankfully locked the door before we tore our clothes off and found our way over to the bed. He slicked himself up and used his fingers to open my body like he’s done a few times before now.
When he pushed inside me, blanketing my back with his firm, hot body, I nearly came right then and there on his sheets. But I hold on as he slams into me, holding onto my hips from behind as he pushes his hard cock into me over and over, driving me wild.
We’re being too loud. I’m sure we have to be, even though we both are holding back. I press my face into his pillow and groan at the distinctive scent of him as he owns me.
I reach between my body and his bed, wrapping a hand around my cock and jerking myself, aiming for that sweet release.
“You sure the door is locked?” I ask, muffled into the pillow.
“It’s locked. I promise. The girls have the TV up loud. Jenna is outside reading. We’re good.” He slams into my me, hitting my prostate and making me clench around him, my balls drawing up tight as his fingers dig into my hips. “So fucking good.”
I nod my head absently, still jerking my cock as I push back against him until finally, I come, and he follows me over, not even two strokes later, milking the last of his cum before he slowly pulls out and lies down flat on his back on the bed next to me.
I can’t quite make myself roll over just yet, lying in the wet spot and not caring. I smile when I feel him kiss my shoulder. “Thank you,” he whispers.
A laugh rumbles out of me as I turn my head to look at him. “Pretty sure I should be thanking you. I’m not sure I’ve ever come so hard.”
He winks at me. “You think I have?” His hand goes to my right ass cheek, and he squeezes. “There’s nothing like being inside this ass.” He smacks it with a quick pop, smirking at me. “Nothing.”
“Wait until I’m inside you,” I say, leaning over and kissing him hard. His soft whimper into my mouth tells me he wants that too. But not today.
I’ve fingered him a couple of times now, while taking his cock into my mouth, but we haven’t switched yet. I’m okay with never doing that, honestly. As long as I can have him. But I do wonder what it would be like to sink into his warm tight hole.
To have his heat surrounding me. My cock twitches in my hand, and I force myself to sit up with a groan. We both clean up quickly and get dressed before actually doing some homework and then playing Fortnite.
I don’t want to go home for dinner, but I’ve been playing it safe lately. Going home for dinner most nights, and since I stayed for dinner last night, I know I need to go home tonight.
Jonah walks me to the door while the family sits down at the table. I know they can see us, and I’m sure they’re a little curious, but I don’t even hesitate leaning in and kissing him softly.
He looks surprised when I pull back but pleasantly so. I’d do it again and again, just to see that happy, surprised smile. I wave goodbye to Micah, Jenna, and the girls and then head home.
Dread fills me the entire time like it always does.
When I sit down to dinner with my parents, brother, and grandfather, all I feel is dead inside. Numb. Like I can barely breathe.
There’s no happiness or joy here. Why the hell am I fighting so hard to keep this? I don’t know. I don’t have an actual answer for it, other than they’re all I’ve ever known.
“So, when the hell does this school year finally end?” my grandfather asks me from across the table.
“May,” I answer, even though he knows.
He grunts, shoveling some mashed potatoes into his mouth and chewing before speaking. “It’s almost October. That’s too long.”
It’s not nearly long enough, if you ask me. “It’s going pretty fast,” I say, taking a bite, my stomach revolting, but thankfully, I keep it down.
He just grunts again. “You have a girlfriend yet?”
Yeah, my dinner might just come up after all. “No,” I say, taking a drink of water and trying to settle my stomach. Hating that all their eyes are on me.
“Well, why not, sweetie?” my mom unhelpfully asks. “You’re so handsome. I know plenty of girls would love to date you.”
I fight rolling my eyes because that for sure would get a not so good reaction out of my grandfather, father, and probably my brother. “What are you, too good for the girls at school?” Curtis pipes up. “Just so damn picky?”
I look over at Curtis, not taking the bait. “No. I just don’t have a girlfriend.”
“It isn’t normal. The Dukes are like catnip to women,” Curtis says and gross. Could he be more cringy?
My dad snickers, though, winking over at my mom, who scoffs but blushes like she’s a teenager. Barf.
“Dinner was great, mom. I’m going to go study,” I say, standing up and picking up my plate.
“Study,” my grandfather scoffs loudly. “What the hell do you need to study for, boy? We all know where you’re going to end up. You don’t need that school.”
Most parents and grandparents encourage their kids and grandkids to do well in school—at least, that’s what television and movies have taught me. And well, when I’d go over to friends’ houses, I’d see it firsthand. But not mine.
This is the shit I’ve heard my whole life.
I could play football because it was entertaining, but school? No need for that, according to them.
It’s almost like they’re afraid of it for me. I don’t remember Curtis getting such a hard time when he was in school. Maybe because he never resisted.
Never asked any questions about college, like I mistakenly did when I was a little boy.
I put my plate in the dishwasher and escape to my room. I can’t help smiling when I lay down and feel a distinct soreness in my ass from Jonah being inside me today.
Jonah.
The guy makes me smile even when he’s not here.