Cliche

I stared at the back of his head. Stephen’s head. His perfect black hair. The back of his neck. He was wearing a tank top today. I could see the birthmark, just peeking out a little. When he leaned back, his shirt folded so I could see the whole thing. His skin was so smooth. I remember touching it when I was inside his asshole. I remember how his tight hole felt when I tried to slide my dick inside. I remember his cum, shooting down my throat. And I remember my cum dripping out of his ass. My god it was hot. He was hot. He still is hot. It’s hot right now, that’s why he’s wearing a tank top. The air conditioning in our school got busted. I don’t know how, but they aren’t dress coding any kids today. Luckily for me, I just get to stare at his smooth skin throughout English class, drowning out Mrs. Laurel, our teacher. I couldn’t help thinking about how much I wanted Stephen’s penis in my mouth again. Stephen Hunter. Stephen Hunter. The fact that he had two male names. First and last. There was something unreasonably attractive about it. My pants started to rise up from my growing boner. I looked around the stuffy classroom. Everyone was drooping in their chairs, staring at the clock. Even Mrs. Laurel glanced at least three times a minute. I pulled my binder off the desk and pressed it tight against my growing dick. I just kept staring at Stephen’s neck, hoping my boner would go away. I didn’t want to be attracted to him. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that I had these feelings that fucked everything up. Our friendship was most likely gone. We’ve known each other since elementary school. We’re best friends, and it’s all different just because I gave him a blowjob in the gym and pounded his ass in the locker rooms. 

The bell rang. He stood up as fast as he could and bolted out of the classroom. I pulled my bag off the floor and jogged after him. 

“Stephen!”, I shouted after him. He kept walking. “Stephen wait up!” He slowed down a little, giving me time to catch up to him. I circled around to his front so I was facing him. He looked angry. Pissed off. But nervous too. “Stephen it’s been a week and you haven’t talked to me.”

“And why do you think that is?”, he responded sarcastically. He started walking so I walked too. 

“I just want to talk.”, I said.

“About what, Eric? There’s nothing to talk about. You fucked me in the locker room that’s it.”, he snapped. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into an empty classroom. He wrenched his arm out of my grip and briskly walked over to the teacher’s desk. I closed the door.

“Why do you care?”, he asked.

“Because I’m just as frustrated as you.” 

He looked confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’ve accepted that I’m gay. You just need to work on it.”, I said hesitantly.

“What the fuck are you talking about? I’m not a fag.”, he retorted.

“I know how you feel. I’m still in the closet but at least I’m not lying to mys-”

“Shut the fuck up!”, he shouted. Mrs. Laurel came in and gave us the stare. “Everything alright in here?”, she asked. She told us to get to class after we said yes. He raced out and I followed. I tried to find him but he had disappeared into the crowd. In that moment I had the most overwhelming desire that I’ve ever experienced. Not just sexual, but something more passionate. It also worried me. Stephen didn’t want to be around me anymore, and it was my fault. But he wanted to have sex with me in that moment we shared in the gym as well. He begged me to fill his ass with my cum. He told me not to stop. He moaned with pleasure and screamed. He let me suck his dick. I could see that he enjoyed it just as much as I did in that moment, but now he didn’t know that to do. I didn’t know what to do either.

My mom called me and asked if I could get a ride home with Stephen, since we live a couple houses away from each other. I lied and told her that I would just walk home because he was busy. It was a cloudy, humid afternoon when I started walking. I lived close to the school, so it wasn’t that far of a walk. Maybe three miles at most. It was a small, quiet town. Everyone here is a devout christian, which is why I don’t want to come out, and probably why Stephen is struggling too. I passed two churches, at least fifteen barking dogs, and four moms pushing their ugly babies in strollers before I got to my neighborhood. Stephen Hunter’s neighborhood too. Stephen, the cute boy that I’ve known all my life, the one that let me fuck him against a shower wall in the locker room at our gym. The Stephen whose dick I sucked and cum I swallowed, because of a heat of the moment situation. I wanted him inside me this time, and I wanted him to suck me. 

Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Stephen’s house. The only car in the driveway was his beat up convertible mini cooper. No one else was home. If I wanted, I could go talk to him, try to make sense of all this. So I walked up the driveway, each step seeming more difficult. My legs felt like jello, my knees were weak, yet I still kept walking. I kept walking till I was on his front porch, standing in front of his front door. And without me trying, my finger was stretched out towards the doorbell. Before I could press it, the door swung open, and there he was. In the same tank top from earlier, looking cute, looking hot, and looking angry.

“What the fuck do you want?”, he asked.

“I want to talk.”

“About what? There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I know you’re struggling. I am too, but I really enjoyed what we did, and given the opportunity, I’d do it again.”, I said. He was quiet. I stared at him, wanting him to take me right there. He gazed at me, with curiosity, with longing. He stepped aside, signalling me to come in. 

I stepped into the house that I practically grew up in. The homey vibe that I had always felt was gone. It wasn’t cold or dead. It was adult, seductive, and mature. Like I was welcome, but it made me feel submissive. Stephen closed the door behind me and led me to the living room. I sat down on the couch and swung my bag off my shoulder. He sat down next to me, and stared into my eyes. For someone who wasn’t gay, he sure acted like he was attracted to me. I wanted things to be fixed between us, but at the same time I wanted him to break me. 

“What is it, Eric?”, he asked. He was annoyed, or at least he pretended he was. I think he secretly wanted me just as much as I wanted him. I would come to find out I was right later.

“I want to talk about what happened.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. It was sex. Plain and human.”

“So why won’t you admit that you’re gay? It was gay sex.” My argument was very valid, and he recognized this. He just looked at me, with his one green eye and the other deep brown eye. I read somewhere that when you look at something you’re attracted to, your pupils get super fucking big. Spencer’s dilated pupils studied my face. He sighed and looked away, then looked back. 

“My parents are out of town.”, he said. He raised his cute eyebrows when he said that, and I instinctively pulled out my phone and told my mom I’d be staying at Stephen’s house that nice. Stephen Hunter’s house. I was sleeping over at his house, something I had done many times before, but something that was different this time. 

Stephen stood up and looked down at me, still on the couch. 

“Are we gonna do this again?”, I asked him. He bit his lip and nodded as he slowly bent down towards me, putting his hands on either side of me on the couch. His lips met mine, and I rested my hands on either side of his gorgeous head. Our mouths were wet as we shared our saliva. I took his tongue in my mouth as it examined my teeth. My dick was hard and precum started to leak out of it. My pants were stained soon, and so were his. 

He pulled me up and pushed me against the wall. I took my shirt off and he pinned my hands far above my head. I was his object. He could do whatever he wanted to me. Just the idea of that made me even more hard. Stephen sucked on my neck and pulled at my skin with his teeth. He bit down hard, almost drawing blood. The pain put me in ecstasy, feeling his fingers tight around my wrists, the other hand on my lower back, creeping down into my pants to squeeze my ass. His chin against the front of my neck and his nose pressed up against the side. I gasped over and over. He moved his head to my armpit, and licked the sweat away. My back tingles and I shuddered. 

Stephen backs up and pulls me by the hand behind him. He practically dragged me up the stairs, then we tumbled down the hallway, in each others arms, making out, towards his bedroom. He pushed me through the unlatched door and I stumbled back onto his bed. He didn’t bother to close the door, as he was an only child and his parents were gone. They’d be gone for a couple days. My mom would be working, and she’d be glad to have me out of the house. I had two days to spend with Stephen. We could spend the whole time doing what we were just about to do. 

He tore his shirt off and stripped himself of his shorts and boxers as he looked longingly down at me. The next thing I knew he roughly yanked my athletic shorts off me, allowing my dick to spring up. We rubbed our dicks together while he spat on them. He jacked us both off as I leaned my head back and panted through my nose. Stephen spat some more, but only on his cock. I automatically raised my legs up, as I knew what was about to happen. I thought I was prepared for his dick. I’d been making sure to wash down there everyday just in case this happened. But I couldn’t have been prepared for the pain I felt. Blazing, wrenching pain shot throughout my whole ass as he slowly pushed himself inside my anus. The farther he went, the tighter my eyes grew and the more they watered. He saw this and kissed me to distract my mind. He held my hand and let me squeeze it as hard as I could. I knew he had been through this when I fucked him. I didn’t expect it to hurt this much. But I also knew how good it felt to fuck him, and I wanted to give him that same pleasure. 

I could feel the head of his cock inside me, deep, deep inside me. It hurt like a bitch, but something unexpected happened. His cock found my prostate and started to beat against it. The pain was starting to melt away as I was faced with this new and immense pleasure. I looked up and saw his abs clenching as his pelvis slammed against my ass cheeks. He looked at me and smiled. Then he took my ankle and raised it above his head and rested my leg on his shoulder. He kissed my knee and I stretched out my other leg to be perpendicular to my right. He kept pounding me and I built up the courage to push my body down into his. He moaned and started to shout. He tightened his grip on my leg and pulled his dick out of my ass. Just as he did, his white seed shot out and landed on the other side of the bed, which ws above my head. As he came more he moaned louder and the streams of cum reached shorter distances, showering me. It was on my face and chest and still leaking out of his dick. 

“Stephen, I need you to finger me.”, I told him.

“Why?”, he asked. 

“Just do it.”, I panted. He stuck his fingers in my ass. “Deeper.”, I ordered. He pushed until he reached my prostate. I told him to wiggle his fingers around and he did. I clenched my toes and lifted my legs up. He realized what he was doing and started to massage faster. I bit my bottom lip and grabbed his sheets with my fists. They pulled right off his mattress as my asshole clenched and my back arched. I was overcome with the most intense orgasm ever. I yelled a deep guttural, “FUCK!”, before cum sprayed out of my dick in all different directions. It hit my face, my stomach, his sheets, and even his face. It lasted at least thirty seconds before another one happened. This time it lasted longer and the cum shot far above my head as the deep, satisfying, tickling feeling rolled over and over again in my stomach. 

Stephen seemed to be happy with his work as he kissed me, licking the collective semen off my lips. 

“Has that ever happened before?”, he asked.

“I’ve never had anything up my ass.” I said. We laid there, him resting on top of me. Both of us panted with our naked bodies pressed up against each other, the cum beginning to dry. Soon I realized he had fallen asleep on my heaving chest. I stared at the ceiling as I twirled my fingers in his thick, black hair. I started to drift off, and we laid like this for hours. 

To Be Continued…..