Love (and other four letter words)

Hello, humans of the internet! So um…yeah, it’s been a while, eh? So.…Oh, okay, let’s just get this over with.

*allows each of you to slap me in the face as hard as you can*

Well. I enjoyed that more than I should have. Let’s begin.

My first week at Arch Bishop Dionne Catholic School was a long, lonely and surreal 4 and a half days. There’s nothing fun about having to start fresh at a brand new school, especially in the 12th grade, and the kids at this school didn’t seem very welcoming to new comers.

The three story building, established in 1912, was located in more suburban section of the city about 25 minutes away from my apartment and, architecturally, looked more like a prison than a school.

As per the uniform requirements, the only thing unique about anyone’s outfit was their shoes, which could be whatever you wanted as long as they weren’t steel toed boots or stripper’s heels. Considering that my shoes were old and tattered as fuck, I’m sure I wasn’t impressing anyone.  As for the rest of the ensemble, we all had to wear grey slacks with maroon polo shirts with the name of the school on them and a black tie that was, as the uniform guide put it, “to acclimate students to the standards of the modern workplace.”  

TV and movies have lied to all of us, my friends; catholic school uniforms are not sexy.

Since the cafeteria was way too crowded to find a place to sit with all of the established cliques taking over every available spot, I ate lunch by myself in front of my locker every day, which is only slightly less pathetic than eating in the bathroom, but not by much. When Friday rolled around, I was ecstatic to get out of that place for a whole 48 hours, especially since Noah had offered to pick me up after not being able to see me all week. I had offered to climb out my window to meet him at night, but each time he said he had “somewhere to be”, but would always change the subject when I pressed him for details.

After I collected my books from my locker, I walked out into the parking lot with a herd of other students, and searched for Noah amidst the sea of cars and people. It took me a while to spot his Audi next to the exit, with him leaning against the passengers side door, scrolling through his phone, the other smoking a cigarette.

“You’re not supposed to smoke on school property,” I informed him as I made my way up to the car.

“What are they gonna do? Arrest me for smoking?” he scoffed, looking up from his phone, his eyes covered by his sun glasses. He cocked his head to the side slightly as he raised his shades just above his eyes, “Well. Don’t you just look fucking adorable.”

“Lying gives you wrinkles,” I said as I joined him beside the car.

“I’m not lying. If they made the guys at my school dress like that, I may have shown up more often,” He said he held the door open for me. I got inside and put my backpack on the floor as Noah shut the door, tossed his cigarette, walked around to the other side, got in the car and started it.

“Can I have a kiss?” He asked, leaning towards me.

“Maybe when we’re not in front of every single person I go to school with?” I said, pulling away from his advance, partly because I genuinely didn’t want anyone to see us, but also because kissing someone immediately after they’ve smoked kinda tastes like smooching an ash tray.

“Sorry,” he said, moving backwards and putting on his own seatbelt, “I just missed you is all. And you look really cute in that outfit. The tie alone is getting me hard.”

“Bull shit,” I scoffed. He responded by grabbing my hand and pressing it firmly against the front of his jeans to prove that his statement was in fact not bull shit. I gently massaged his semi-dick through his pants. He looked down at my hand as it squeezed and caressed him, until he looked up and saw the light in front of us had changed.

“Okay, you better stop that,” he said, pushing my hand off, “I’m not gonna be able to focus on driving if you blue ball me.”

“You’re the one that put my hand there,” I shrugged as we exited the parking lot.

“So, how was school?” he asked as we made our way down the street.

“School is like a drive by shooting. You don’t care how it was, you’re lucky to have made it out alive,” I answered, quoting Angela Chase from ‘My So Called Life,’ circa 1994 (excellent show, cancelled way to soon, I’m still kinda bitter about it).

“I feel you,” he replied as we drove through suburban Kingston, “Did you make any friends?”

“More like acquaintances,” I shrugged. I had talked to a few people but none of them were interested in me enough to attempt to bring me into their circle, or ask me to sit with them, thus the whole ‘eating lunch on the floor in front of my locker’ thing.

“What about your teachers? Are they nice?” He asked.

“Are teachers ever nice?” I replied.

“Sometimes. I had a few nice ones. Then again, I went to public school,” Noah conceded, “What about life at home? How’s it been since you burst out of the closet?”

“I wouldn’t say I ‘burst out’, I was more-or-less dragged out,” I said as we drove through the still unfamiliar city, “But everything’s been fine, pretty much the same as it was before. Except my mom keeps offering me coconut water and I don’t understand the significance of that.”

“Coconut water is a natural laxative,” Noah smirked, “That’s funny, even your mom knows you’re a bottom.”

“For your information, I’ll have you know that I am versatile,” I countered as I stared down at my phone, somewhat embarrassed to know that my mom just naturally assumed that I was the one doing the bottoming. Then again, she has seen what porn I’ve watched.

“Oh, I’m sure you are, very versatile,” Noah teased, “You can take it on your knees, on your back, on your stomach…”

“Yeah, we’ll see who’s laughing when you bend over to tie your shoes one day I just shove it up your ass with no warning,” I cautioned.

“Speaking of taking it up the ass, you just reminded me, I have a surprise for you,” Noah said, disregarding my threat. I dropped my phone on my lap and looked to him eagerly.

“Really? I love surprises!” I beamed.

“Well, open the glove box, it’s in there,” he told me. I opened it up expecting to find a box of condoms or a small cake with the inscription, “I WANT YOU…TO TOP ME” with a picture of Uncle Sam on it, but instead it was just a and multitude of envelopes and papers.

“Tt’s THAT one, the one beige one, right on top,” he informed me. I picked up the envelope, which was already ripped open and shoved the rest of them back in the glove box. I pulled two sheets of paper out and stared down at them quizzically.

“What’s this?” I asked, beginning to read the text aloud, “Kingston Pharmacy…Thank you for chooses our services, blah blah blah, here are your results….Herpes Symplex 1, negative. Herpes Symplex 2, negative. Hepatits A, B and C, negative, Chlamydia, negativarino. Gonorrhea, none. Syphilis free. And HIV… negative!”

“Told you!” Noah said proudly, “I’m cleaner than a fat girls plate.”

“That’s offensive,” I said as my eyes scanned the page, each infection and disease listed with the word NEGATIVE next to it, “And this is impressive. Jesus Christ…”

“Why are you so shocked? I told you I didn’t have anything, you just didn’t want believe me,” Noah said as the car moved closer to where we lived.

“Well, I mean, you HAVE…I mean, you ARE…” my sentence became so jarbelled and scattered, I decided to abandon it, “Never mind, forget it.”

“No, no, say what you were gonna say,” Noah encouraged.

“Well…according to you, you’ve been with about twenty-something people, which is…kind of a high number,” I said as delicately as I could manage, “And you DO have a lot of tattoos, so I thought you might have been exposed to something without even knowing it, so…you know, I’d rather be safe than sorry.”

“Fair enough. But now that you’ve got solid proof, in black and white, do you believe me?” Noah asked.

“Yes, I believe you,” I said, putting the papers back into the envelope, “You proved me wrong. Congrats.”

“Go me,” Noah said as we neared the apartment complexes, “So, wido you wanna chill for a bit? I have somewhere to go at 9 but we can hang until than, if you’re down.”

“I’m down,” I agreed, not about to ask him where that somewhere was because he would just change the subject like he always did, “Just let me go home and get changed first.”

“Absolutely not,” Noah objected.

“But I want to take a shower,” I pouted, “It’s hot out here for a twink.”

“You can use my shower,” he suggested. I relented and let him have his way, since I didn’t really feel like having to go home and potentially just answer of the questions he had just asked again, but asked by Tom in his usual rude tone.

When we got back to the apartment, the first place I went was to the bathroom. We went inside and Noah shut the door, leaning against it as I began to disrobe.

“Slow down, go slowly,” he instructed.

“You’re not seriously going to stand there and watch me get undressed like a pervert, are you?” I asked as pulled my socks off.

“Shhhh, you’re running it,” He hushed. I shook my head I unbuckled my pants and slowly pulled them down. I straightened up and loosened my tie, pulling it over my head, followed by my polo shirt. Lastly I grabbed the sides of my boxer briefs and slowly lowered them, kicking them off, turning around to face Noah.

“That’s so nice,” he sighed whimsically.

“Do you have any clean towels I can use?” I asked. He stared at me in a daze without responding.

“Noah?” I said, snapping my fingers in front of his face.

“Sorry!” He said, shaking his head, and grabbing a towel off the rack, “Got hypnotized there for a second. Uh…here, this is one is clean. Oh! And I gotta show you how the shower works because it’s kind of broken.”

He walked over to stand beside me and pulled over the shower curtain to the side, showing me the taps.

“So, you have to turn the red one all the way to the left, but be careful with the blue one because if you turn it too quickly, the water turns freezing cold. If you want to take a bath, you don’t gotta do anything, but if you want a shower, pull this nozzle out really hard and don’t let it snap back on you. I really should get someone in here for fix this for me. You know anybody?”

“All too well,” I said, taking my glasses off and putting them on the counter next to the sink.  I blindly reached my hand inside the shower and attempting to turn on the hot water.

“Turn it more,” he said as I spun the knob around until it clicked and water began to spill out, “Now pull on the knob...”

“That’s what he said,” I joked as I yanked the knob out as hard as I could.

“Good. Now we add some cold,” he said, turning the tap for me and testing the water with his hand, “And there, that should be good.”

“Thank you,” I said, hopping in to the nice warm water, preparing to close the curtain, “I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“I don’t think so,” Noah said, holding the curtain open, “I want to watch.”

“Seriously?” I scoffed.

“Seriously.” Noah retorted, backing up so that he was leaning against the sink, “Go ahead.”

“You’re so weird,” I sighed, putting my head under the warm water.

“Weird depends on your perspective. What is weird for the fly is a routine for the spider,” Noah shrugged.

“Do you have a routine of watching teenage boys shower?” I asked as I felt around the side of the tub for shampoo.

“My lawyer said I’m not allowed to talk about it,” Noah sighed, “What are you looking for?”

“Shampoo,” I answered.

“Oh, here,” Noah said, handing me a bottle. I closed my eyes and shampooed my hair, feeling a bit awkward with him staring at me.

“Are you actually getting off on this?” I asked, putting the shampoo bottle down and feeling around for the conditioner.

“Getting off? On watching a hot, blonde twink use my shower? Not a chance,” Noah said, handing me the conditioner. After conditioning my hair I asked,

“Do you have any face wash?”

“Um…” Noah said, turning around the opening the cabinet above the sink, “Here.”

I took the bottle from him and squinted as I stared down at the label, struggling to read it.

“This isn’t face wash, this is body wash,” I informed him.

“Are you saying that your face isn’t a part of your body?” Noah sassed. Technically, he was right.

I continued to wash up, then heard the sound of metal hitting the ground. I looked to the side to see Noah taking off his clothes.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he pulled his shirt off.

“Joining you,” He said, taking off his socks and briefs and stepping into the tub with me. He pulled the shower curtain closed behind him and stood in front of me as the water ran down my back, since the shower wasn’t big enough for us to both stand under the water at the same time.

“So…am I allowed to give you that kiss yet?” He asked, putting his hands on my waist. The cigarette smell had subsided for the most part and I really did miss kissing him, so I agreed.

“Sure,” I nodded, leaning for a very nice, soft kiss that quickly escalated to heavy making out.

“I missed you a lot,” he sighed as he kissed the side of my neck.

“I miss you too,” I answered, rubbing his back. He squirted some of the blue body wash onto his hands and rubbed it all over me, stopping at the areas he found most enjoyable to wash.

“You’re very thorough,” I complimented as his hands rubbed around my lower back. It felt really nice until something suddenly sent a sharp shooting pain through my body.

“Ah!” I yelped, jerking away, turning around to glare at him, “What the fuck was that?!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Noah apologized, a smug grin across his face.

“Mother fucker,” I cringed, “That hurt.”

“Oh, don’t be a baby.”

“Fine, turn around and let me do it you then,” I said, half joking, as I attempted to force him to spin around.

“Oh, no, I don’t think so,” he said, fighting me off.

“Come on, bend over,” I said, still trying to make him turn around.

“No, no, no,” he said, grabbing my hands, “Knock it off, you’re gonna make me fall.”

“Baby,” I taunted as I pulled the shower curtain to the side, “I’m getting out, this shower’s not big enough for 2 people.”

“But…it’s romantic,” Noah pouted.

“No, it’s cold,” I countered, “When people do this in the movies, they have a shower that’s bigger than 3 by 3 feet.”

“Ugh! Fine. Mr. Difficult. Go put your tie back on and wait in my room,” Noah instructed.

“Why do I need to put my tie back on?” I asked, stepping out onto the bath mat.

“Because I said so,” Noah rationalized. I rolled my eyes as I closed the curtain behind me, wrapped a towel around my waist, put my glasses and tie back on and made my way into Noah’s room. I sat on the bed and waited for him for about 5 minutes. He came in to the room with a towel around his waist and his clothes in his hands. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dropped his outfit on the floor.  He put some music on on his Spotify before putting it down on the table and joining me on the bed. He laid down on top of me gently, trying not to crush my frail frame beneath his weight as we made out, still wearing only in our damp towels. He pushed himself up so that we was sitting on his knees and slowly un-tucked and opened my towel, letting each side fall next to my body parallel to each other. He leaned down and kissed a trail down my stomach to it taking my semi erect cock in his hand and slowly stroking it. He put his tongue at the base and licked it all the way to the tip while staring up at me, his left hand squeezing my hip  as the right pumped me gently. I laid back and relaxed as he wrapped his mouth around the tip and began to slowly suck me, blowing me up like a balloon.

“Maybe that’s why they call it a blowjob,” I sighed to myself. Noah pulled my dick out of his mouth and looked it up at me, confused.

“Huh?” he gawked.

“Nothing, sorry, just thinking out loud,” I said, grabbing his head and pushing it back down, causing him to moan out with pleasure as I forced my cock down his throat. He began sucking me more aggressively as my hand guided his head up and down. I put both hands on the back of his head and forced it down, until I had no more throat left to go into, than pushed some more. Noah held out for as long as he could, struggling to breath, before pulling away, coughing saliva onto his chin and onto my dick as pulled away, inhaling sharply.

“Fuck,” he gasped, breathlessly, a bit of spit dripping down his chin, “You’ve got a pretty big cock for a short guy.”

“I’m not short, I’m Irish, we are a notoriously small people,” I defended.

“Whatever helps your self esteem,” he said, before diving back down and taking me back down his throat. After a few more minutes of face fucking, he pulled away and he hopped off the bed, still wearing his towel and opened the bed side drawer, retrieving a bottle of lube.

“Face down, ass up,” he demanded.

“Wait,” I said, moving over to the side of the bed where he was standing.

“For what? I’ve waited long enough,” He said, looking somewhat annoyed. I stood up took the lube out of his hand and put it back down the table, gently pushed him back onto to the bed so that he was sitting on the edge of it and pulled both sides of his towel apart, getting down on my knees in front of him. I wrapped my hand around it and looked up at his blurry face as I wrapped my lips around that the tip and started sucking it softly. The taste of fresh, clean skin filled my mouth as I pulled back the soft layer of foreskin, allowing me to roll my tongue around the space between his cock and his sheeth.

“Okay, I can wait a little longer,” he said, as he leaned back, resting on his left elbow, while his hand stroked my hair, but didn’t force me in any way.  I twisted my hand back and forth like I was trying to open a bottle as I moved it up and down, my head still bopping on the tip, occasionally going a bit deeper, but only on my own accord, because where Noah apparently loved being throatfucked, he was happy just to lay back and watch me do my thing.

“You’re so cute,” he said, still staring down at me, his face still blurry from my piss poor eyesight.

“Thank you,” I said, staring him at him, switching to my left hand as my right was getting sore.

“I have a weird question,” he said, still fiddling with my damp hair.

“There are no weird questions,” I said, still stroking, “But there ARE weird times to ask questions. And this is one of them.”

“Sorry. I just wanted to ask, was the other guy who you were with bigger, or smaller than me?”

I briefly thought bubbled an image of Ryan’s cock next to a ruler, where it measured up to about the 6 inch marker , then book back down at Noahs cock and concluded,

“Smaller.”

“Hm. Good to know,” Noah smiled, laying back, resting on both of his elbows as he stared down as I went back to sucking him, “Was he cut?”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I replied as best I could through my mouthful of multiracial cock.

“I’m not.”

“I noticed.”

“Does that bother you?” He asked, pushing back my hair from my face.

“No,” I said, pulling away and looking up at him, “I’m not either.”

“Yeah, I was wondering about that…aren’t Catholic people supposed to be?” He asked.

“No, we’re not allowed to get circumcised,” I said, moving down at licking the base of his dick.

“Oh, really? I thought it was mandatory,” Noah admitted.

“I think you’re confusing Catholic and Jewish,” I said as I continued to stroke him.

“Oh…I think you might be  right,” Noah admitted, as I ran my tongue along his balls, “Shit, you’re pretty good at that…”

He suddenly began to shift around and suddenly sounded like he was terrified as he gasped,

“Ah! Ah! Stop!” and pushed my head away, recoiling away while holding his dick, as if it were in pain.

“What? What’d I do?” I asked, looking around, since I couldn’t actually see if there was something threatening to be scared of or if I had inadvertently hurt him.

“I’m trying not to cum,” he breathed, his eyes closed from what I could see, “Just give me a sec.”

Noah rolled back onto the bed and breathed deeply as his hand gently squeezed his dick as he tried to will himself away from climaxing. I wiped my mouth and got on the bed beside him, rubbing his stomach as I made him turn his head to the side to kiss me.

“Do you want to go take a pill?” I asked off the cuff. His eyes opened and he looked at me with his eye brow raised.

“Excuse me?” he said.

Oh, fuck, fuck fuck, nope. Rewind. 

“Like a chill pill,” I clarified, “Like, to relax? Isn’t that what people say? Isn’t that an expression?”

Noah looked straight forward, then back at me.

“I haven’t heard anyone say ‘chill pill’ since the 90’s,” He said.

“Ha! You remember the 90’s? You’re so old,” I teased as I grabbed a hold of his dick again and began to gently stroke it in an attempt to avert his attention and get us back to banging.

“I’m not old, you’re new. You’re a baby,” he said, pinching my cheek, “Now get your ass on the bed or you’re gonna get a spanking.”

“Oh, I’m quivering,” I said, happy that I had quickly dug myself out of an even hastier dug hole. I didn’t really care that he needed to take medication, but I doubted it was something he wanted to discuss, plus that would mean I would need to admit that I had gone snooping through his stuff. I got on my hands and knees as Noah grabbed the lube and positioned himself behind me. I felt his hand strike my right ass cheek, causing me to grunt from surprise.

“Ow!”  I exclaimed, as Noahs hand connected with my ass a second time.

“You know, you’re the only person I’ve ever had to tested for,” he informed me.

“Is that supposed to make me feel special?” I asked as I cuddled the pillow.

“Yes!” he said, as he smacked my ass again.

“Ow!”

 “By the way, I haven’t even heard you thank me for that yet. I had to get a need AND pee in a cup for you,” he said as he smacked the same side of my ass once more, no doubt making it bright red by now, “And you haven’t thanked me for picking you up from school.”

“Thank you, daddy,” I said, turning my head away from the pillow so my words would be clear.

“You’re welcome,” Noah said gleefully as he pushed my head back down into the pillow. He leaned down behind me and began to pleasure me in ways Ryan never had.

“I think I’m starting to like that,” I sighed as he tongue fucked me.

“I can’t believe the last guy never did it for you,” he said, as he took a break from licking me to jerk me off and spank me again, “So selfish.”

“Ow!  You don’t know the half of it,” I said as he leaned over me, grabbing the lube off the table.

He sat behind me, lubing himself up, then asked, “Do you remember the safe word?”

“We never made up a safe word,” I said as I felt him gently rubbing himself against me.

“Oh…well, we should have one,” he said, his hand massaging my lower back, “What should it be?”

“Hmmm…” I thought about it for a moment, before responding, “Reeces Pieces.”

“Oh, perfect, I hate Reeces Pieces,” Noah said. I turned my head back and looked at him with a horrified expression.

“How?!” I exclaimed.

“I just don’t like them,” he shrugged, putting his hand on my lower back, “Quit moving around…”

“How can you hate Reeces Pieces?” I said, turning my head back around.

“I just don’t like them,” he repeated, as he went back to attempting to insert himself, “Peanut butter and chocolate? Together? Gross.” 

“So, let me get this straight…you’ll put your tongue in my ass hole but you won’t eat Reeces Pieces?” I said out loud to try and make him see how dumb he sounded. Noah stopped moving and stayed quiet for a moment.

“I’m not gonna put up with this,” he half said as he pushed his head down into my pillow, as his hand slapped my ass on his more favored side again, causing me to squeal into the pillow.

“You hear me?” he asked authoritatively, spanking me again. I squeezed the pillow under my head to stop from screaming and nodded.

“Yes daddy,” I replied, “I’m sorry.”

“That’s better,” he said. He slowly began pushing in as I relaxed myself as much as possible, breathing in deeply as he gently stretched me out.

“Fuck, you’re big,” I exhaled as I felt him get about half way in.

“Is that a complaint?” he asked, rubbing my lower back.

“No, compliment,” I sighed, hugging the pillow, “Go deeper.”

“Where are you manners?” he asked, smacking my ass again.

“Fuck!” I cursed. I could feel a bruise forming beneath the abused skin on my hide, “Please, go deeper, daddy.”

“Good boy,” Noah said as he gripped my hips and slowly pushed in more, until he was almost all the way in.

“Fuck…” I groaned as I adjusted to the pain.

“Too deep?” He asked as his hand rubbed my sore cheek tenderly.

“No,” I sighed, squeezing the pillow, “Please keep going.”

“Okay,” he said, putting his hand on my lower back, slowly pulling out, then pushing back in again, causing me to whimper every time he did.

“You sure you’re okay?” he said, as he gradually began to develop a rhythm.

“Yes,” I answered while cringing, still in more pleasure than pain but knowing that it would go away soon. Once I got turned on enough, I knew I wouldn’t care.

“I’ve gotta say, this feels fucking amazing with no condom,” he gasped as gently stretched me out, “I mean, it felt great with a condom too but…Jesus Christ...”

“Mmm-mmm, I’m sure he’d be real pleased with us right now,” I groaned into the pillow as my right hand reached down and stroked my self, “Go faster. please.”

He took a hold of my hips again and cautiously bucked back and forth, being careful not to go too hard, deep or fast.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes…yes…” I sighed, closing my eyes as I began to get used to girth inside of me.

“You like it?” he asked as his bucks became a little quicker.

“Yes daddy,” I exhaled, jerking myself off as I began to feel a more horny than uncomfortable, “Harder.”

Noah did as he was told, bringing his hips forward hard until he was all the way inside me.

“You okay?” he breathed as he thrust inside of me.

“Don’t stop,” I groaned, pumping my dick faster, the sensation of being fucked raw overwhelming the pain. Noah obliged, digging his fingernails into my skin as he rammed into me more furiously.

“Yes…yes…” I moaned into the pillow as the bed creaked underneath me, “Oh my fucking God, yes…”

“You like that baby?” he asked, putting one of his hands on my shoulder.

“Yes,” I groaned as I hit rock bottom with caring about the pain and let my pleasure sensors take over.

“Do you want me to choke you?” he asked sweetly as his hand stroked the fabric on the tie.

“Sure,” I obliged, having enjoyed it the last time, “Make sure it doesn’t leave marks though.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” Noah said as he reached around the front of my throat and pulled the end of the tie backwards so that he could hold it like a leash. With his right hand still clutching my hip, his left hand yanked the tie backwards, cutting off my air supply. I struggled to breath as he tightened his grip, pounding into me harder, as a numbness began to fill my body. Just as I thought I was going to pass out, I used my last bit of strength to tap his leg, signaling him to let go.

“Fuck!” I gasped as he released his grip on the tie, causing me to lurch forward a bit, “Holy shit…I saw stars…”

“Turn the fuck over,” Noah demanded. I rolled over carefully with him still inside me until we were in the missionary position and wrapped my legs around him. He planked on top of me, kissing me as he yanked on my tie, restricting my ability to breathe once more as he slammed his cock inside of me.

“You like that, baby?” he breathed in my ear. Unable to speak, I nodded and let out a meek moan.

“Speak up,” he said as he let go of the tie, allowing me to breath again.

“Yes daddy,” I gasped, furiously beating off now, “Holy fucking shit, I missed your cock.”

“Just my cock or all of me?” he asked, intentionally slowing down.

“All of you, all of you, all of you,” I groaned in rapid succession, desperate for him to keep going.

“Damn right,” he said, picking up his pace again, “Who’s the best you’ve ever had?”

“You,” I answered hastily for fear that he would stop again.

“Wanna get on top and ride me?” he asked.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I smiled, eager to get in a position where he couldn’t stop if I didn’t give him the answer he wanted.

After a bit of maneuvering, we got ourselves into a position where he could sit up straight with me on his lap facing him.  Once I felt totally comfortable, I closed my eyes and wrapped one arm around him and started bouncing up and down on his cock as we made out. After a few hot minutes of banging, he bear hugged me with his mouth on my neck, half way between moaning and yelling, breathing hot air on my neck as he ferociously gave me every last bit of pent up energy from the last 5 days.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” He gasped.

“Come on daddy, shoot your fucking load in me,” I moaned, meeting his thrusts so hard that my knees nearly punctured the mattress because of how vigorously we were fucking on it. With his eyes closed, he slammed into me one last time and whimpered my name twice as his entire body stifled up, shuttered, shot his warm load inside of me, then convulsed for a full 5 seconds, before going limper than a shoelace and collapsing into me.

“Holy…fucking…hell…” he whispered between breaths that sounded asthmatic while holding his arms around me.

“Yeah, that’s where we’re going,” I replied as I kissed his glistening face as I rocked back and forth on top of him.

“That felt SO much better with no condom,” He moaned, rubbing my back, his head resting on my shoulder and occasionally kissing it, “Did you cum?”

“Not yet,” I answered.

“Damn…well, we need to do something about that,” he said, gently nudging me off, having me lay on my back as he got down between my legs. I wasn’t entirely displeased with the idea of being blown into oblivion, but I had other options in mind.

“Since you’ve been on top the last 3 times, can I top you now?” I asked, staring down at him. Noah made of face of discontent as he pulled his mouth off, wiped it and looked up at me like I had just asked him to give one of his kidneys.

“Not today,” he declined.

“How come?” I pouted.

“Um…” He stroked me while he looked for the right words, “Because…I’m not really a big fan of having things up my butt?”

“Really?” I said as the disappointment washed over me.

“Yeah…I can pretty much only bottom when I’m really hammered,” he admitted.

“Oh…” I frowned.

“I’m sorry,” he frowned back.

“It’s okay, I guess,” I sighed, “That just means I’m just gonna have to get you really hammered one of these days.”

“Deal,” he nodded, as he went back to blowing me.

After a few minutes of oral tittalation I closed my eyes and began panting like a jogger at the end of a 3K as I gripped the back of Noahs head tightly, shuddering and gasping while I nutted down his throat. Once the after shock had worn off and he had sucked every last drop out of me, he crawled up and laid beside me, bear hugging me while proclaiming,

“Thank you! That was so good! Thank you.”

“Thank you,” I said back as he practically cradled me in his arms.

“What should we do now?” he sighed as he stroked my messy, still somewhat damp hair.

“Hmmm…” I pondered, unable to think of anything that would be able to top that, “Netflix and Chill?”

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