Eddie

So there I was, covered in cum, filled with cum and piss, with my ass both sore from yesterday and aching because I needed him.

Damn. Why was I not embarrassed that I had just so happily drunk a dude’s piss?

Hard not to at least feel gay, no matter what I thought personally. And as I put myself together to head back out, I did my best not to wash any of his cum off, although that shouldn’t go down that well as I ran into others, and I really couldn’t have that either. I still hadn’t figured out how to deal with the girl I was dating, even if it wasn’t all that deep a relationship.

But I still wanted him close to me. In any way possible.

Hell. Relationships. Just a few days had thrown my mind into a whirl on what those were.

If I could have just run away with Eddie, I would have, even though I still didn’t have any idea how real this was. A couple blow jobs, one fuck. Doesn’t really sound like a relationship. And I had still not made sense of everything that had led up to this. Maybe anything.

I still hadn’t even figured out what made the dude write that first note.

I could still go from seeing myself as just another conquest of his to wanting to grab the fucker’s heart and soul and never give it back to him. But of course that depended on him.

So I worked on getting through my day, trying to figure out whether there might be anything at all I could control here.

That was, until I got a message from him that he really needed me to show up for practice half an hour earlier, “if I could.” Interesting, because it seemed to indicate that he saw I had some kind of power here. But just a fantasy, really: I would have dropped anything just to hold his hand at this point. But it still wasn’t like the Eddie I knew to leave me with a way out.

And somehow I didn’t even manage to see him at all until that half an hour before practice.

Okay, 45 minutes. I couldn’t risk something else coming up.

And as I walked into the locker room there he was.

The man who was never early for anything.

I had no idea whether he wanted to talk, or just get off again. And it had even hit me that he might have thought we needed to meet so he could somehow apologize again and stop this little whirlwind.

And I swear that was what I saw in his eyes as I looked into them.

Of course, until he greeted me with such a tight deep hug that I had to work not to faint, as his tongue went straight into my mouth. All but making me almost want to faint, no matter how much I worried about control.

“I really can’t stop thinking about you.” He smiled, one of those recently new smiles. “I don’t even want to.”

And suddenly his tongue stopped fucking my mouth and pulled back to exploring my mouth.

My tears were flowing again.

“You’re worried?”

“Maybe I’m scared.”

He kissed the flow from my eyes. And had this quizzical smile.

“You have no idea how much I need you.”

Need me? Fuck. That didn’t help me figure anything out.

I tried not to break down almost entirely. I held on to him.

Damn. He had such big strong muscly shoulders. I was trying to collect myself.

“Do you have time to fuck me now?”

His smile somehow went so deep.

“You sure?”

And even a bigger smile. “You’re not too sore?”

I lied. Kind of. “Not as sore as I feel without you in me.”

And my hand went slowly down to his crotch.

That had to have been the first time I ever felt his cock not hard.

His beautiful green eyes pierced me: “Have you ever done anything like this before?”

Wow. That one caught me off guard: “Honestly?”

He almost seemed crestfallen. “Never anything but.”

“Not even close. Ever.”

He seemed to grow an inch taller in relief. “Really?”

“You have no idea how much this scares me.”

It almost looked like he was going to say the same back to me.

Did I really see a tear in his eye?

But I stopped him with a kiss, before going down to feel his beautiful soft cock.

And there he was, just submitting to me.

I rubbed his stomach ever so gently. I kissed his navel. I rubbed up to his chest. He held my hand while I gently squoze his nipples, one after the other.

And then I started rubbing under his navel.

Into his pubes. As I could feel his hands gently rubbing through my hair.

Wow. His soft cock was so thick. So long. Way bigger than a handful. His cockhead was perfect. I kissed it. He was still soft, even as the pre-cum flowed out of his slit.

His balls were enormous. Almost seemed like a handful each. I couldn’t help but think no wonder he can cum so much. As I gently tugged at them, and played with the base of his shaft.

Eddie pulled me up again, and silently started kissing me again. Even smiling proudly as he kissed the huge hickey he had left on my shoulder.

“I want these all over you.”

As his tongue went back to owning my mouth, I quietly stretched that gorgeous cock, which started growing. And growing. Every time it seemed like it was still bigger than the last time.

I would be lying to say I wasn’t worried.

“Damn. I need more time with you.”

And there I was about to get fucked again. Me almost as worried about someone coming in and finding us as I was that I might not be able to take it all again.

But there was that gorgeous throbbing cockhead. Right at my hole again.

I took over and made sure he got in. With him cumming so fast I got it all over my hand as I worked him in.

Eddie smiled. He knew. “I still don’t know how the fuck you do that.” As he pulled my hand up to his mouth, licked it off, smiled at me, and kissed me. As he pushed his cum, together with his tongue, deep into my mouth.

His cock found its way all the way in. Damn. Was this a whirlwind?

He was shooting again. Or still.

I was so worried it might end.

Little did I know Eddie was determined that it wouldn’t.

Ever.