No Regrets

From your Author. RJC.

First I want to say this has nothing to do about the story with the same title that was posted a few weeks ago. I will tell you that nothing pisses me off more than when a writer just stops mid-stream. And I know many of you find yourself frrling the same, feeling the same way. I could list their names, but will refrain. What I will do for the first time ever; I’m gonna give finality to another Authors’ story.” Don’t think less of me; he’s not on this site.

If you want to read this, listen to me. You will have to go to ‘Literotic.com’. Look up the author, ‘nemO’ and his story, ‘No Regrets’. Fortunately, I found him years ago when he got to chapter 8 and I read. To me it was a powerful and heart wrenching story.

I have so… many times wanted to finish what another started, but haven’t; pain me as it may. It has been six years since we’ve gotten another chapter from nemO, and I just went through eight chapters again for the fifth time hoping for chapter nine.

Before you continue, I implore you, you must read his eight chapters and then cum back to me as I try bringing justice to these two boys. RJC.

Deacon was remembering yet again what Sam had told him, ‘you are not a bad person but, you’re a coward’.

Deac knew what he needed to do; clarity suddenly finding its way through his scattered thoughts of being under Mark. He’d lied to Sam and himself when he asked if I was in love with Mark; I just brushed it off as a month of ‘sex’.

The fact was I’d loved Mark for years but, what we shared in that month was more. I had fallen in love with him and understood my life would be incomplete without, Mark. I knew I’d see him the next day in class after I left his house, but could I?

The dreams were just becoming too much for me; screaming his name in the night. I would wake in a sweat with never to be born children filling my briefs, still feeling him inside me as was the last dream, and the one before. It had been two months and what we thought would ebb with time; hadn’t.

He sat with me through the lecture and when it was over I caught him at the door motioning with my head. He followed. The minute the door closed to the bathroom I pushed his larger frame against it and kissed him with everything I had.

Pulling back, I told him, “I’m sorry. I never should have lied.” His fingers came to my lips.

“Don’t think you can take all the blame, Deacon; I lied too.” And his hands found my waist and pulled me closer.

“What?” And I looked at him.

“The last night when I said I didn’t want to just fuck; I made love to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t honest about how I felt.” and tears rolled over his cheeks.

“Mark? I’m gonna put it out there; I’m-in-love with you.” And he kissed me with more passion than he ever had.

“Damn it; I wanted to say it first,” he said pulling back then pushing that keg of dynamite against mine.

I felt such relief. He turned us pushing my smaller frame against the door, pinned my hands, and said, “I’m sorry.”

I pulled away, my thumbs went to his cheeks, swiped across them, and he did the same to me. “Mark. You’re setting me on fire.” I told him.

“Let me get this out. I know how it started, but it was all my fault. I need, I need to know what it feels like. I need you inside me, Deac. I want to call out your name begging for more feeling what you did when I filled you.” And he took a breath as his hand found what would be his till the end of time.

Now was the moment of truth. “Mark. It’s ok. I love what you do to me, how it feels when you’re on top of me, or from behind, you bad boy.” And he thought that was funny.

“Don’t make lite of this, Deac. I never meant for you to always be the one. But if I’m honest, I love the way you’d cry out my name, and how you took all I had; everything.” And he shook his head.

“Wait? What? What are you saying?” I asked not knowing. Maybe it was my head hitting the door.

“Tell me what you heard, Deac? Did you hear me tell you that I want to scream out your name when you push that huge cock in my ass? Is that what you heard?” He was brows-crossed.

Nodding, I realized; I’d never thought about anything like this. I never once thought about giving to him what he’d gave to me. Filling him, stretching him as he did me, and then the flood of him inside as I had. OK, I could go there.

“Deac, please let me do this.” And he went at the buttons of my 501’s that I wondered how had stayed together that hadn’t snapped on their own.

“Not here, Big boy.” And a toilet flushed. Fuck!

I mean we are in a Jr. college, a toilet just flushed in the bathroom we had just professed our love;

Mark could take all of me with no problem down his throat, it amazed me. He taught me how to do it, and I did want it.

I never looked around when we came in, didn’t look under the stalls, and we waited. A door opened and there stood one of our professors in a ten-year-old suit, the daily paper under his left arm. And we waited. He made quick eye contact then turned to the sink washing his hands; the whole time watching us in the mirror with a smile.

Drying his palms, he turned, I knew we looked like fish out of water. “I’ve been here some long time boys, and have seen and heard some real raunchy things in here. Boys? What are you waiting for? So step aside and let this old man out and leave you two alone.”

Now we were behind the door smiling at each other. “Did that just happen?” We said silently at the same time.

I looked at him now against the wall, “I gotta find Sarah. I can’t do this till I set things straight with her.”

“Deac? You’re not gonna freak, are you?” He asked inches from my face.

“Are you gonna freak out on me, Mark? I just can’t handle all that shit again.” And he looked at me.

“Have you not heard me say, I’m sorry? I know I started all of this but deep down inside I always thought I’d be you.”

“What?”

“This might be hard for you to hear, I thought I would be the one. I expected that you would be looking down on me as I accepted what rests between your legs. Deac?”

FUCK, Fuck, Fuck. Another toilet flushed. Mark and I exited the bathroom and I did the ‘call me’ thing.

“Sarah?” I said on the phone.

“I know things have been bad, but.” And she took the pressure off.

“Marie and I figured it out. We’re so… happy for you guys.”

“WAIT? WHAT? Wait, what? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re so funny, Deacon.”

We met them at Sarah’s apartment. We walked in hand in hand blushing like cats. We both could tell by the smiles what she said was true. And I kissed Marks hand just to emphasize the point.

They looked at each other. And started to cry. “We should have told you guys.” I knew they felt bad. But why?

“Wait? What? Told us, what?” And now I had taken the defense. His hand still in mine.

“Don’t be a big old lady, Deac. Us girls, well, we kind of hooked up over the summer. We both feel really bad.”

“Wait what? You put us through all that shaming shit? You girls been banging each other when we couldn’t get it up and have been miserable?” Her hand came up.

“It’s not like that, Deac.” And Marks’ hand came up.

“Marie? Really?” And he lost words.

“Mark? How’s your tummy feel, hun?” That got every one’s attention in kind of a weird way.

“What?” He asked dropping my hand.

“You bitches been putting us through hell, and say sorry? Deac and I have been to hell and back; and you say, sorry?” I had to take his arm.

“Mark. Don’t do this. And how does your tummy feel, I asked?” He pushed me.

“I wish you knew how much I wanted him? How much we need each other. My heart has been broken; I hope the two of you are satisfied.” I grabbed his arm as his head rocked back and forth.

“Really?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“Deac. Yes. You make me feel good. The pain I have is gone when we are together.” And he kissed me.

“This is hot.” And the girls kissed.

“Not gonna put on a show for you two. Deac, take me home and make an honest man of me.” That was all I needed.

How this was so much different than before. Mark, his legs up ready for them to meet my shoulders after showing me his talent. Looking down on his ass, something I never thought I’d see from this angle.

To say I was hard; we’ll, let’s just say I was harder than ever before. I saw what he must have, a shit hole that he looked at time and again. I leaned forward, didn’t prep him in any way. “Tell me you love me?” I asked looking down on him.

“I love you to the moon and back. I love you till the stars stop shining and fall from the sky. Now are you gonna put that stick to work, or what?”

“It’s half way in, Mark. Are you sure?” I asked.

“Are you gonna puss out, or are you gonna fuck me?” He asked.

“Sorry dude, can’t do it.” And he looked at me knowing.

“Be gentle, please.” He asked. I remembered saying that very same thing to him the first time.

This was the first for me, looking down on him this way, his eyes locked on mine. If I’d have only known. I was a virgin to this, but knew Mark wasn’t.

I rested there and knew he was as relaxed as he could be. I pushed a little further. His hands found my hips as his legs rested on either side of my neck. “Deac. Please.”

Is this what I looked like, pleading for him to fill me, is this what I looked like? He took me in his hand and positioned my shaft at his hole again. I leaned forward.

From your new Author.

I don’t think Nem0 was telling a story, but more of what happened when he was younger. That’s what us Author’s do. I hope you left high marks for him on that other site for his accomplishment. More to cum. RJC.