Eddie

It seemed to me we were both very quiet as Eddie drove me home, although it felt like my emotions were screaming somehow. When he pulled in my driveway, Eddie looked at me. He could fuck me every time just looking into my eyes, no matter how much I wanted to pretend otherwise.

Just as I was getting out, Eddie grabbed my leg: “Can you promise me something?”

Damn. Of course. Anything. My mind was in overdrive. I was the emotional one. Eddie was the physical, non-caring one. Of course I would promise not to tell anyone. Not to tell his girlfriend. Not to pretend what had just happened was more than it was.

Anything. But all I could get out of my mouth was: “I’ll try.”

Eddie smiled. I wasn’t sure I ever saw him smile that way to anyone else. Big massive smiles were his hallmark. Loud smiles. But this was such a small one. From both his mouth and eyes, it seemed, even if I wasn’t dumb enough to believe eyes could really twinkle.

“Promise me you won’t feel guilty.”

Fuck. Really? As if he hadn’t taken enough from me already in such a short time. I wanted it to be so much more simple. I didn’t want him to see through me so much. Could he really know that was how I would feel?

I looked at him. He knew he had just bred me. My heart. My mind. My soul. He didn’t even care if I didn’t say anything.

I tried to stop my heart from pounding. I would remember those words. For ever.

That evening I thought about calling my girlfriend. I couldn’t. I tried jerking off, of course thinking about Eddie, but more vaguely rather than specifically about swallowing his cum, and especially not that little kiss. I couldn’t even get hard.

I always seemed to fall asleep easily. Just not that night. All I could think about was Eddie. I wanted to make sure he knew what he was doing to me. I wanted to make sure he knew it was ok. I wanted him more than anything. And yet I didn’t really care at all. As long as he would at least talk to me. At least say hi to me.

Damn. I don’t think I had ever fallen to sleep crying in my whole life before.

The next morning there he was. Just like always. Maybe even more casual. As if nothing had happened, at all.

He looked at me. Then kept being casual. And when we started heading about our business, there it was: “You know you promised me.”

If I had had the courage, I would have gone down on him again, right there. I wanted to rape him with my eyes the way he raped me with his. No, no, no. I knew that wasn’t true. What I really wanted was even one more small little kiss. Even just one more.

I looked into his green eyes: “Thank you.”

I was surrendering to him. Even as he played around with almost everyone. And they all loved it. Somehow it never seemed to phase any of them. Just me.

When I saw his girlfriend that morning she was as nice as ever. Maybe even nicer. “Eddie told me you were really helpful last night. Thanks. He’s lucky to have at least one really good friend.”

I tried my best not to wonder what that could possibly mean.

I couldn’t see my girlfriend. She would have to know I wasn’t in love with her at all, even though in actuality she was too worried about pleasing me to go that far. I was trying to control my emotions. Trying to get my brain to control my heart.

And then the evening came. And the evening workout. My heart was pounding. I kept losing my breath. I tried to get dressed before Eddie came in. But of course there he was.

He smiled. I tried so hard to be casual. “You’ve had a good day?”

He smiled again. And nonchalantly ran his hand quickly through my hair. “Of course.” Even as I felt like his pet dog.

As he suited up, of course I noticed he undressed differently than usual. The first thing he took off was his pants, with his underwear. And of course he looked at me, as he quietly took his time taking off everything else, and put on his jock last of all, looking at me once again.

He had to know I would do anything at all for him. With him. Anything. Anything at all.

Just as he tucked his huge dick into his jock, he looked at me one more time. “I can’t wait till this workout is over.”

I tried so hard to focus on working out. Tried not to wonder what would happen later. As my mind kept going from sucking on him to really just hoping for one little kiss.

I was so afraid of what might happen, or what might not happen, that I tried to head for the showers early. But of course Eddie wasn’t going to let that happen.

He insisted on making me do another couple of ropes, showing off how easily he did them. Then something else. Then something else.

Until the gym was empty. Except for the two of us.

And then he did it. I thought I heard him humming. He looked at me.

“What if I start singing here?” And he grabbed his crotch.

I was so full of emotion I almost started crying again.

I held his hand on his crotch. His other went into my hair. I had no idea why I loved that feeling so much.

His huge cock was throbbing. Even inside his jock. I knelt down. I pulled it out. I kissed it. I licked his sweaty balls. And I French-kissed his huge cockhead.

And he came. Maybe even more quickly that the day before. Even if that didn't make any sense at all to me.

I heard him say “fuck”, somehow in some kind of disbelief. I swallowed. I kissed. I licked. I swallowed.

I felt his hands, both of them, in my hair. I sucked as deep as I knew how to. I wished I could keep going all night long.

And within minutes he came. Again. And now a “damn”, again somehow in disbelief.

I cleaned up everywhere. He couldn’t have helped but notice how happy I was to have his cum in me, on me.

He helped me up. I had never seen him act so tenderly. Ever. His hands went from my hair to my cheeks.

Oh my god. He kissed me again. That sweet tender little kiss.

Then he looked so deeply into my eyes again. I was trying so hard not to tremble.

Then he slapped my cheek.

“What am I going to do with you.”

Once again, not ever close to a question.