Ridden

by naaru

22 Feb 2017 1037 readers Score 9.0 (20 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


Tyler was the first to awake. The morning sun was too bright for him.

He noticed that he and Jeremy had disentangled themselves during the night, albeit not fully. Jeremy was still sprawled across Tyler’s thigh. Tyler did his best to remove Jeremy from him without waking the kid up. After placing Jeremy next to him and covering him with a blanket Tyler got up, sort of stumbled towards the window and closed the curtains. They didn’t really make it dark but dimmed the light enough for his eyes to stop hurting. He went to his bed again and his eyes fell on Jeremy’s sleeping body, causing him to stop in his tracks. Jeremy looked so young again when he slept. Seeing him now Tyler guessed that no one would ever suspect what Jeremy could do, he looked so innocent – the direct opposite of Tyler. Sure Jeremy had initiated it, but would he have done it if Tyler hadn’t drugged him first? He lay down next to the kid, resting his head on his arm. The site of Jeremy now filled Tyler with guilt.

At that moment Jeremy woke up. Stretching himself, nearly hitting Tyler in the face. He seemed in a much better mood than Tyler was. The kid got half up and looked around until his eyes fell on Tyler. “Good morning, Mr. Lockwood.” Jeremy smiled and waggled his eyebrows.

That good mood was too much for Tyler and he turned around, not to look Jeremy in the eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Jeremy’s voice showed obvious concern. And Tyler hated the kid for actually caring.

What was wrong was that he had acted like himself again, a cocky selfish bastard who took what he wanted without thinking of the consequences. He had made out with his best friends mother and sister and now with his best friend's ex-girlfriend's little brother, sure not little anymore (he was taller than Tyler already, but still younger). He wanted him and took him without regret. If he would be one year older it might count as child-molesting. "I'm sorry." Was that actually him talking?

"For what?" Jeremy smirked, obviously amused by Tyler's words and fell back on the bed again.

'Oh no, not again,' was all that Tyler could think; he had misjudged Jeremy once more. Not to mention that he had acted like an idiot.

Tyler turned around getting half up in the process and looked down at the kid. Jeremy was obviously very pleased with himself. He was laying there, his folded hands lying on his belly and grinning from one ear to the other.

"I'm not stupid Lockwood. If you think I didn’t knew what was going on you really are dumb, not to mention that your tactic was sloppy at best.”

“What?” It was the only reply Tyler managed to get out.

Jeremy sighed “I admit I didn’t plan on screwing you but I did want your liquor. And when you offered to share it wasn’t weirder than anything else going on right now, so I thought, why not.”

Tyler fell down on the bed next to Jeremy.

“So the alcohol and the weed…”

“Were good.”

“Would it have been necessary?” Tyler wasn’t looking at Jeremy.

“I just said I needed pussy, I never said I needed girl pussy. So you could say that all that was necessary was you. Although I had thought that I would be the one to be fucked."

Tyler reverted to his cocky attitude again. "So I was right, you are a fag."

Jeremy snorted. "From the mouth of the guy, who just let me fuck him in three different positions."

"Says the guy who fucked me in three different positions and moaned that he loves my ass," Tyler remarked.

"Well you can’t blame me for admiring your… splendor,” Jeremy was stroking his index finger along Tyler’s buttock. “And we could have added a fourth."

Tyler had to smirk as well. "Yeah we could have. Or try one twice."

"Which one?"

"Doggy style."

"Why?"

Tyler shrugged. "It's my favorite position. Don't know why."

"Well Lockwood, I prefer missionary."

"It's Tyler." Jeremy looked at him with a "wha'"-expression on his face. Tyler fell back and repressed the urge to roll his eyes. "If you have to, you can still call me Lockwood but since you kissed, licked, sucked and fucked my ass in one night you can call me by my first name."

"So generous? Maybe I should have fucked you sooner."

"You fucked me because I wanted you to and there was nothing you could have done to make me do it against my will."

"I don’t think so, anyway that's different now."

"No it isn't. If I don't want to, there is nothing you can do."

"And what if I threaten to spread the rumor that Tyler Lockwood, the mayor's son and heir to the Lockwood’s estate prefers to have a fat cock in his ass? That would work."

Tyler laughed out loud at that before looking at Jeremy with a grin on his face.

"First: no one would believe that." Not from you, Tyler added in his mind. He had no desire to be a dick this time and so left it unspoken. Then he came closer and closer to Jeremy until they were face to face. "Second, and way more important, if you do that there would be no second time, and no third, no fourth, no… well I think you get the picture."

"So you want to do it again?"

He kissed Jeremy shortly, then stroked his cheek and said: "I can show you all sorts of stuff you could do with my ass."

Jeremy's eyes shortly looked into nowhere. "When you put it like that." He rushed forward, rolled over and pinned Tyler beneath him.

"Whata…" Tyler's question was cut short with a kiss. Jeremy grinned. "Second time begins now."

Tyler threw Jeremy around, pinning and straddling him. “No.”

“Why not?” Jeremy was still grinning.

“In case you haven’t noticed its morning and I have school and so do you.”

Tyler scanned the room and spotted his boxers near the foot of the bed. He turned around and reached for it without leaving the bed.

Jeremy assessed the situation quickly. Tyler didn’t face him anymore but his lower body parts were still within Jeremy’s reach; he just needed to move up a few inches.

Tyler had nearly reached the boxers when he suddenly felt hands on his upper legs near the thighs and was pulled backwards. “Hey,” was all he could get out before he gasped by the sensation of Jeremy kissing and sucking his ass again, but faster this time, almost hungrily.

“I said….wow… Jeremy I… uh… not … fuck- Jeremy - fuck.” Tyler couldn’t finish one sentence and he felt his control slip again. He didn’t like that he really didn’t.

“Jee,” he screamed when Jeremy was licking his cleft.

Tyler didn’t care anymore about losing control. “Eat it Jeremy, eat my ass,” he pleaded between his moans.

Jeremy stopped. “Suck my dick.” And he continued.

Tyler smiled whimsical; this was a command he more than willingly obeyed. He nearly crawled towards Jeremy’s hip, found the cock already rock hard and begun sucking with all his might. Second time started right then and who needed school anyway?

………………

Some time later.

Tyler sat on the sofa in his father’s old office. The liquid from the flask felt good in his throat. The old bastard was dead now, but still Tyler could sometimes feel the sting of his hand. All these people saying sorry to him, he could barely stand that. Looks like when somebody’s dead people didn’t remember anymore who was an ass and who wasn’t.

“Oh, hey sorry, I was just looking for the … eh,” Jeremy had come into the room, seemingly lost. Tyler hadn’t heard him entering.

“Bathroom’s down the hall”, he stated fumbling at the flask and not looking at him.

Jeremy walked slowly, looking here and there. Tyler looked at him.

He opened his mouth but clearly didn’t know what to say at first.

“A… look I’m sorry about your dad.” He said with his face towards Tyler but not really looking at first. And he didn’t really look sorry, more a bit like being unsure what to say.

Tyler decided to go straight. He nodded his head a bit at first and looked away from Jeremy. “Today’s been a big day of sorries from people who really don’t give a crap.” His head had turned towards Jeremy again while saying that and he had a sarcastic smile when he said the last seven words and for a short time afterwards. Jeremy’s face – the fact that he for a few seconds couldn’t meet his eyes - told Tyler that he had hit the mark.

Tyler looked down again.

At that moment Jeremy started again and leaned on the desk behind him. “I remember when my dad died I had a house full of strangers telling me what a great guy he was.” Tyler slightly rolled his head at these words. Jeremy shot him a sort of apologetic look. “Anyway I know how hard all this is.”

Tyler was still looking down. “The difference is, in your case it was true.” He turned towards Jeremy and looked him in the eyes. “My dad was a dick.” He took another sip from the flask.

“Yeah… yeah, he was.”

Tyler looked up instantly and he hoped that his face didn’t show how much that statement hurt. It was still the truth though. Tyler had said it himself but obviously having it confirmed by someone else did still hurt him for whatever reason.

Jeremy didn’t move but only looked at Tyler in a way that he couldn’t quite categorize. Was he sorry? Or was he just assessing the situation and waiting for Tyler’s next move?

He repressed a snarky remark and instead looked down at Jeremy, his eyes shortly landing on Jeremy’s crouch and an idea hit him. If Jeremy had made him feel bad, he could just as well make him feel good again. After all he was ‘talented’. Tyler noticed that his original assessment of Jeremy’s status on the attractive scale had been right, with the even longer hair and the jacket he looked ready to be a fulltime stud. Tyler looked down shortly. “I found this in his desk.” He handed the flask to Jeremy.

Jeremy had a ‘let’s not go there expression’ on his face with a silent ‘uh’ on his lips. Did he suspect anything? The last time it was him who had jumped Tyler so he probably wouldn’t mind another round.

Jeremy smiled and laughed shyly but still not taking the flask.

“He won’t mind, he’s dead,” Tyler shot him an ‘everything’s ok’ look. He could already visualize how he would clear his old man's desk, grab Jeremy, pull his pants down and suck him right there. Doing a 69 on the desk would be a good idea too. And God it would be hot to get screwed by him on this very sofa. His dick pushed against his jeans and demanded to get out.

Jeremy hesitated than carefully reached for the flask. “Yeah,” he took it – Tyler’s heart got faster-, “you know what, sure.” He looked down at the flask in his hands. “Why not?” His voice was very quiet and he was about to take a sip.

Tyler noticed his uncle coming in right at that moment.

“Hey, what’s going on in here?”

Tyler and Jeremy’s faces both had the clear shocked expression of people being caught.

“Nothin’, nothin’.” Tyler tried to sound convincingly.

Mason looked at him and then with a disapproving look at Jeremy, who could just as well have ‘guilty’ being scratched onto his forehead.

Mason reached for the flask. “You got somewhere else to be?”

Tyler’s eyes were round, looking first at his uncle and then at Jeremy. Fuck.

Jeremy pointed with his thumb behind him and seemed to fail a few words. He left the room.

Mason leaned on the same spot Jeremy had and took a sip out of the flask before handing it to Tyler. He took a sip as well and Mason shot him an approving smile. Tyler was happy that his uncle was ok with the alcohol, but he still hadn’t gotten what he wanted. No he had to put his little buddy down there to sleep again.

So, no ass-action today. Fuck.

by naaru

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