Eddie

I felt like I slept better than I have ever slept my whole life that night.

Even tho my ass hurt like hell… But I also had the first hickey I had ever had. In my whole life.

And it was Eddie who had given it to me.

But then I woke up feeling ridiculously guilty.

How could I have slept so well? What if Eddie ignored me today? What if his girl found out?

What if he felt guilty? Did I make him do something I shouldn’t have?

Damn. And then I felt my ass. Still leaking his cum. He really did fuck me. He really shot his cum. Right inside me.

Was I just another conquest of his?

And then I tried to breathe deep and slow as I got dressed and headed off. Even if I did leave yesterday’s underwear on.

Of course I couldn’t stop thinking tho. So I hesitated before I headed off to where I usually saw him.

What if he weren’t there? What if he ignored me?

What would a good response from him be? How should I respond?

Fuck. I knew he wasn’t really a talker. And I really had blurted out how I loved him.

And those kisses. Damn. My heart was hard. My dick was scared. My mind raced.

And I got there too late. Couldn’t really ask about him.

Fuck.

And then I saw his girl. I had to have gone red, although I really tried not to.

But she seemed not to notice. And even smiled.

“I might have to tip you somehow.”

“Huh?”

“Eddie was so sweet last night. And somehow he credited you.” She smiled again. “Whatever is was, please do it more.”

“Uh. Ok.”

And she headed off.

Holy shit. Did she really say that? She had to have seen him already this morning. Now I felt bad that I had been so worried. At least kind of.

And there came Eddie.

Not showing my embarrassment now was hopeless. And there he was almost beaming.

Fuck. Was it ever going to be easier for me to read him?

His green eyes fucked me. From at least 15 feet away. I tried not to breathe hard. If I could have begged him to fuck them harder, I would have.

Some slightly different smile. “And here I worried you weren’t around today.” Even his smile fucked me.

“Hm. Altho, to be honest. I might not have minded if I had known you were too sore.”

Fuck again. He was actually going to bring up what he did?

“Fuck.”

“What? You just said fuck? You?”

I am sure I went even more red. I was almost on the verge of tears.

He put his hand in my hair. Really? Right here?

He was reading me way too close, as he almost whispered: “No need to cry, baby. But I need you before this evening.”

“Fuck. Just a tear or two does make those baby blue eyes even more beautiful, tho.”

He laughed at my speechlessness.

“Your girl thanked me.”

That caught him. And he broke out into one of his public laughs.

“You’re not mad at me?”

He whacked me to the side of the head. “Didn’t you already promise? I did exactly what you asked me to do.”

What the hell did that mean?

I was clay. I needed molding. I wanted him so badly. So deeply.

I sighed. “I surrender.”

“Give me a few minutes. There’s a bathroom downstairs. 10 minutes.”

And he ran off to do god knows what. As my heart raced. Even as he ran back, slipped something in my hand. Could he have said “proof”? And ran off again.

I opened my hand.

A used condom. His used condom. Filled with cum.

My head was spinning. But I also had to sort things out and find this damned bathroom he mentioned. There was no way I was going to be late. I didn’t care what I had to miss to be there.

I swear I was early. But Eddie was already there.

I walked in. He was standing at the urinal. Cock out. Harder than I thought I had ever seen it.

Even his balls out.

Oh my god. Was his cock even bigger than yesterday?

He smiled at me. “I miss you.”

He continued: “Fuck. I’ve missed you since the second I pulled out yesterday.”

I was barely listening. I was on my knees.

I kissed his beautiful cock. And the fucker started shooting.

Before I could wonder how or why the crap he kept shooting so fast, I was doing my best to lap it up.

I was barely paying attention as he made sure it didn’t all go in my mouth, no matter how hard I tried. He shot on my nose, even got some in my eye.

Fuck. It was like he was painting. So I became his canvas. Fuck. I would become anything for him.

And like the second he could tell that, he let me go back to worshipping him. Fuck. I really wasn’t just worshipping his cock. I loved him. Would have done anything for him. Could he tell that?

And the fucker shot a second time, and even talked, yet again: “Shit. How do you do that?” As if I were the one making the cum flow out of him.

Now he let me take my time. Lick all around his piss slit. Lightly squeeze the base of his shaft. Suck in his sweet cum. His hands went to my head.

“God I’ve missed this.”

I sucked deeper. More gently. I loved him so damn much.

As he went soft I made sure I sucked him all the way to his pubes.

I could tell he was going to piss. He tried to pull out. I grabbed his ass.

And his piss flowed into my mouth. Down my throat.

Both his hands clenched my hair as I drank his golden liquid. I closed my eyes to focus. I drank and drank.

And he finished. And like that very second he pulled me up. And before I even had my balance his tongue entered my mouth.

“Thank you, baby. How the hell did I not find you earlier. I’ll try to make it until after our workout.”

He pulled his tongue out. Fucked my eyes one more time. But somehow gently this time.

Spit a bit into my mouth.

I was trying to catch my breath as he headed off…