John and I

by Break

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Author's Note: this is the final chapter of what happened with John and I. I have yet to decide if I want to write an epilogue chapter, or if I will brush on it briefly in my upcoming series (also true events). Just so you guys know how it all worked out. Let me know which you would prefer. As always, enjoy :)


It wasn't a relationship, but John and I were happy spending time together. We were good friends before the sex started, we stayed good friends even after it ended. But that's something I'll explain later.

This chapter is about when I went over to his house and met his parents. In a way it doesn't make much sense as the ending to our story. But in other ways it is the perfect ending.

So here goes;

“I'll see you later, I can't miss the bus!” I called over my shoulder to Andrew.

“Alright". He called back, shrugging his bag onto his shoulder.

We were discussing a pressing project for a class, but I had plans, and I couldn't be late getting home or they wouldn't work out. By now he was used to it, he had known me since kindergarten after all. I've been an… inconsistent group member for as long as I can recall.

Getting home with my little brother I quickly fixed him up a sandwich before going into my room.

“Thank you”. He said, not looking away from the TV.

“Your welcome, I'm going to change, Isaac, tell me when it's 3:30”. I told him.

“Ok”. He said. I was already in my room.

Removing my school uniform, khakis and polo, I decided to be bold. I took off my black boxer briefs and rummaged through my underwear drawer. Towards the bottom I found the sexiest pair of underwear I had.

They were a pair of skimpy trunk style underwear. Red and orange horizontal stripes with a grey waistband and trim. I put them on, where they felt like a second skin. Which it kind of looked like to be honest. I still have them, and they still do wonders for my ass and package.

The pouch in front hung to below the leg holes. A 2 inch inseam really was quite small. I looked good in them though. Some slim fitting jeans and a graphic T completed the base layer of my outfit.

It was a dark blue t shirt so I opted for a yellow and blue plaid shirt that matched, and blue-grey trainers. All in all I was happy.

I checked my phone but didn't see a text. It was 3:12. A bit anxious I finished finger combing my hair, doing a semi neat side part. I told myself it was just dinner with his parents. His parents insisted he invite me after hearing about me so much (apparently he talked about me a lot to his family).

3:24 arrives when I get a text from John.

Hey I'm on my way, be ready.

Forgetting to reply, I smile. Whenever he was stressed or worried, John always texted in these broken, clipped sentences.

After letting my brother know I was leaving I walked down the stairs to my driveway. John arrived, driving his dad's pickup.

“Hey”. He said as I opened the passenger door. I grinned. “Hey”.

We drove the few minutes to his house in amicable silence. Enjoying the soft music on the radio.

It was a few hours until dinner so once we arrived I was led to his bedroom. He had an Xbox that we played while his mom got dinner prepared. John told me she worked a part time job so she was home a lot more than his dad. Which was fine by me, I wasn't sure if I would've wanted to do anything even if it was just us.

His mom made baked potatoes with the works, and fettuccine pasta to go with it.

“It smells great Mrs…” I trailed off. I knew John and his mom didn't share last names.

“Lopez,” She smiled. “I didn't take his father's name”. She finished, gesturing at John.

I nodded. She talked to us about school, in a way that made me think she genuinely was interested. This seemed to be the routine between John and his mom so it felt nice to be included. It went well and she seemed to really like me.

John's dad came in as we were eating dessert, homemade chocolate pudding, his overalls covered in grime. He was a mechanic, and also did construction work with his brother occasionally.

“Hey Dad, how was work?” John asked him. His dad grunted and sat next to his wife, directly across from me. “It was the same, James got his hand caught in a fan belt”.

“Is he ok?” Mrs. Lopez asked.

“Yeah, a few stitches and a broken finger, he'll be fine. You must be Edwin”. This he directed at me.

I nodded. “Nice to meet you, John told me a lot about you says he learned everything he knows about construction from you”.

“John? Is that what he calls you?” He asked his son.

“Dad, no one calls me Jonathan. They call me Johnny or John". He replied.

His dad just nodded. “Let me wash up, it was nice to meet you Edwin. Rosa can you set my place?” The last part he said in Spanish, but I was fluent since my own family spoke it.

We finished up dinner chatting happily. Turns out John's mom loved crocheting and embroidery. Both things that I had learned from my mom and was good at. She showed me some of her pieces, all brightly colored and ornate.

“Mooom, please?” John pleaded after we had continued for ten minutes. I blushed. I had forgotten John was not so into these things like me.

She just nodded. “You're welcome to spend the night in John's room if you'd like. I could drop you off back home tomorrow before my shift at the hospital”.

I glanced between her and John, surprised. He explained hurriedly; “I asked just in case you would want to. It's fine if you don't though”.

“I can ask my mom. Let me see”. I grinned broadly at him.

Once it was all settled his mom bid us goodnight.

Once in John's room he wrapped me in a giant bear hug. “Told you they would like you”. My laugh caught him by surprise. “Thanks for this. Come on”.

His bed was only a full, so there wasn't a ton of room. John laid on his side with his back to the wall. As an afterthought he stripped off his shirt and sweats. Underneath he was wearing neon green boxers with grey trim. I couldn't help but stare.

“It's how I sleep”. Was all he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Not to be outdone, I stripped as well. Down to my trunks. I saw his eyes damn near pop out of his head. “This is how I sleep”. I whispered.

“Get over here”. I slid in next to him, his left leg over mine, right arm outstretched as a pillow. I could could feel all of him, pressing against me, the heat bordering on uncomfortable. It was perfect.

Nothing happened that night. Nothing besides a few half hearted dry humps on his part and some soft words exchanged. I wouldn't have it any other way though, that night is one of my favorites.

The next morning was a different story. I woke up slowly, surrounded by heat and comfort. And the feeling of John's hard on poking my ass. I pressed against it, moaning softly when I felt it twitch.

This had been a couple months after our first kiss, and he had already fucked me multiple times. I found that I enjoyed being fucked more than I did doing the fucking. John didn't really enjoy fucking at all, however; which meant I topped most often in our time together.

This was one of the few times I felt John fuck me.

He came awake all at once grinding his aching member harder into the crevice between my butt cheeks. “God that underwear make your butt look so perfect”. He whispered in my ear, nibbling and licking as he did so.

“Good, that's why I bought it. Right now though I want you to take them off me”. I gasped. I got onto my stomach and jutted my butt up for him.

Tugging at the waistband John lowered them passed my knees and finally just took them all the way off, tossing them on the floor. He bent low, spreading my cheeks with hand, and began exploring with his tongue.

“Fuck… you're so good at that”. I moaned. His tongue felt like another hand, the dexterity with which he used it impressive. He made my hole open of its own volition, twitching eagerly. It wanted him.

I let him do his thing, grunting and moaning into his bed, ecstasy washing through me in ever growing waves. He did this thing where his thumbs held my hole wide open and his tongue literally dipped a full 3 inches into my hole. I threw my head back with a groan.

“Shh, shh, shh. Quiet down. I'm not done yet”. He admonished, blowing into my gaping rosebud.

I stuffed a corner of his blanket into my mouth and yelped. It's a shame he was a bottom, because God did he know how to top.

I felt his cock pressing into my hole inch by inch, the pressure giving way to a feeling of fullness that left me speechless. I could do nothing but lay there as he fucked me, every way he knew how.

Unlike the first time we did it, he knew about my prostate now, so instead of occasionally grazing it he pounded it relentlessly. Each thrust sending me into bliss.

I moaned incessantly, “uh, Uh, UNH!” into the pillowcase. John kept his cool plowing me like a machine, staying his own orgasm.

I came twice before he was done, soaking his bedsheet something awful. When he finally did cum he laid on top of me and bit the back of my neck.

I cried in alarm and in ecstasy, feeling his cock pound into me frantically as he came. The sting of his bite combined with the tingling in my ass was too much.  He fucked another load out of me in those last few moments. John's cock left me breathless every time he pulled it out and made me gasp when he thrust back in.

“I'm cumming!!! Fuck Edwin, hold still, just like that!” John said into my ear, almost groaning from the sensations my ass was giving him. I squeezed his cock harder as my orgasm subsided. I felt his cum gush into my ass, the heat almost burning my insides.

Oh yeah, another thing I should mention. We stopped using condoms because we were monogamous. They just got in the way. John especially loved it when I came in his butt. He said it made him feel closer to me. I felt the same way

We lay that way for another ten minutes, both coming down from our high. I was happy to feel his weight and his warmth. His rubbery cock stayed in my ass, maintaining that feeling of pressure against my prostate. Every so often I could tell when it twitched, agitated and over excited.

“I still don't get why you don't top.” I told my lover raspily.

“Because then I don't get to feel what you're feeling right now”. He replied before kissing the spot on my neck he had hurt. “Wow I broke the skin”.

I laughed. “Of course you did”.

We broke apart. His mom drove me home an hour later. John was my first foray into gay sex.

He wasn't the last.


Author's Note: that is the end of the line folks. Make sure to pack up all your belongings upon exiting the carriage. Move along now, move along.

P.S. if you guys want an epilogue let me know. I write to please.

by Break

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