No Regrets

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I say chapter ten because that is what it is. The Author ‘nem0’ wrote eight chapters and the one I last posted was nine, this is ten. RJC.

OMG. His ass sucked the tip of my dick in. He shook his head no and pulled on my hips. I slowly moved forward. He pulled harder. I resisted. After a minute or two I was balls deep in my best friend, kissed him from an angle and position I never thought possible.

 This was a first for me, my dick was being squeezed harder than a hand could. He wanted me to move. I moved with reason. I made love to him. I loved Mark and wanted him to feel it as I had.

I kept saying, I love you, as I deep stroked him. For me, it wasn’t about getting off. Mark had between us already. It’s not about him now. And I waited.

I could see his eyes locked on mine as I loved him. “Don’t you dare hold back, Deac,” He told me, knowing he never had? “Don’t be a fuckin pussy.” He finished knowing I hated being called a pussy.

The fact was, I wasn’t holding back. This wasn’t a fuck. I did what he did to me the last time. It was a first for me; making love in this way. I started to cry deep inside him; a place I’d never been before.

His hands found my pecks, then my neck, and then my ass. He pulled and pushed me, called out my name, then he came again from what I was doing. I came so fuckin hard at the same time that it splashed out around my dick.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked in the after-glow.

“What?” I returned, rubbing an arm across my sweaty brow.

“You fuck like a rock star,” He told me with a smile.

“You know that, How? You been fucked by a rock star lately? I did not fuck you.” I told him.

“My bad. Deacon? Tell me again.” His wet eyes wanting my reassurance.

“I love you, Mad Mark. And I hope you can take it again.”

I never saw it like this. I mean if you think about it; I was the bottom. But here I was. Mark, with his legs on my shoulders, was screaming my name. I pounded him for the second time and he creamed himself as I had done several times.

“Are you boys OK, boys?” My mom asked.

“Couldn’t be better;” we said at the same time.

“I’m not done with you,” He said and we attempted to roll us so he could take me.

“Are you ok?” I asked. “Mark? Are you OK?”

“Ok. I’m done. Can you get me a towel, Cannon?” You couldn’t scrub the smile off my face. I nodded. He called me, Cannon. I must have done my forefathers proud.

I didn’t let him and gently did it myself. I cleaned his bottom, sucked the last of what he had, and fell asleep with his head on my chest. **********************

I knew when I woke; all the pain was gone. It was Deacon. I don’t know what to call it. I had hurt for so long and he seemed to comfort me.

I moved my head to the door with mine on his chest. His Mom was looking at us with a smile. She mouthed to me ‘breakfast in twenty’. I nodded.

OK. The cat was out of the bag. God. I loved looking at him like this. And it was a total reverse. Deac? He had filled me twice, jacked me till I came on his face, and I fell asleep with my head on his chest.

Both our phones went off; I didn’t care. I felt what he must have the first time as I pulled off. I felt his leftover cream coming from my ass, I reveled in it. And after a shower together we found his mom in the kitchen.

“You boys need to put pants on,” And she blushed just like Deacon does. I smiled.

We didn’t even try to hide it. We fed each other like his Mom wasn’t watching. I mean for the first time I looked at him with his unborn children trying to stay in my ass; this was a first for me.

I treasured his blue eyes, blond hair; “Do you even know how much I love you, Deac?” He asked.

“Now you’re being a big old girl.” And the ass rubbed egg on my face. His Mom was doubled over.

“I’m gonna pee myself,” She announced running for the stairs. “Deacon? Sam called.” On her way up the stairs.

I couldn’t help it. Sure, that was funny. “Mark. Don’t.” I couldn’t fuckin help it. Everything.

I had a breakdown. I lost complete control as I had a year ago. I cried so… fuckin hard. His hands roamed my scars, my head pulled into his neck, “Get rid of all of this, right now.” He told me more like a command.

God. I hate feeling like a girl. I tried telling him and started crying again. It was shame, guilt, pain from the scars his fingers traced. It was what we did to each other and the girls, what they put us through; that’s what pulled me out of it. Those bitches.

With a deep cleansing breath, he asked, “Better now?” I nodded. 

“Mark? Look at me.” And he did.

I wanted to say it again but tilted my head. Those brown eyes of his, the longer curly brown hair, He knew what I wanted to tell him again. ‘I love you, Mark’.

I called Sam and he told me I needed to cum fix a computer problem. Mark was on the bed ready to have my ankles resting on his shoulders and I smiled shaking my head, no. “Gotta go in for a few and you hold that thought.” I lovingly said.

He got up and went to my closet pulling out old jeans then threw them in my direction. “Commando.” And he smiled seeing my look.

“Mark, those are blown out under my wallet pocket. I can’t wear these.”

“You think I don’t know how you look from behind in them?” And his head tilted.

Rolling my eyes, I smiled taking off my boxer briefs and slithered into the pants. “Turn around,” he said like, ‘no’ wasn’t an option.

I heard him take a breath and exhale, “That’s-What-I’m-talking-about right there; but it looks like it’s wearing through on the left.” And I felt his finger.

Then I felt his thumb and the sound of material separating. I pulled away moving to the mirror and saw skin under both back pockets. I turned and he was trying so… hard not to smile, “Why don’t you just put me in ass-less chaps, Mark???” I asked. I mean I had to go to work and was rocking my head.

“I’m on Amazon the minute you’re out the door.” And he walked to my laptop. How he had just taken control, I have no idea.

“What?” He asked looking up from the screen.

“Do I get to wear a shirt??? Security will pull me in for a cavity search I’m sure.”

“Well, we can’t let that happen. I plan on doing just that when you get back.” And he walked to my closet again.

“Put this on,” And I laughed.

“I haven’t worn that shirt in two years,” as I tried it on; “see?” As I did the Hulk move, both shoulders ripped out. “See?”

“Sure, show off. Turn around and let me button it,” And he did from behind.

“Turn around again; ‘oh-yeah.” And I knew he was salivating.

“What?” I asked looking at myself in the mirror again. “I look like a guy who is trying to fit into his little brother’s clothes. And I want you to order a spiderman outfit for yourself.” Out the door, I went.

“What’s with the doctor’s coat, Emo?” Sam asked.

“What’s the fuckin problem,” I questioned with a growl? This wasn’t like me.

“Such hostility!!! Where is all this shit cuming from, Emo???” He asked twerking his head back and forth. How he pissses me off? 

“Just tell me what the fuckin problem is?” I spat at him throwing my ass-covering in the corner sitting down at the screen.

“DUDE??? Dude???” And I looked over my shoulder at him.

“That’s the first time you haven’t called me, EMO, in months. What’s your point???”

“Dude? I thought you colored your hair; you’re a true blond.” His bugged-out eyes said roasting on my blond hair-covered ass. OK. My ass is covered in hair.

It took a minute to process, I’ve always been blond, but why was he bringing it up now?

“LOOK.” And I took a breath backing his smaller frame against the back door.

“Deac? Do you need a smoke?” He asked with his hands on my chest.

“I just want to get back home. What’s the fuckin problem?” I asked realizing I had crossed a line.

“Deacon? Deac? What’s going on? You cum in with your tight ass cheeks hanging out, shoulders threw the shoulders of your shirt, are you trying to get fucked???” I hit the door and threw him in the ally closing it behind me.

I fixed the problem and out through the mall I went. I heard him behind me, the fucker caught just under my back pockets as the last shred of density fell from my backside.

“Dude! I can’t believe I’m saying this but, you got the finest ass I’ve ever seen.” He told me pulling up behind softly in my ear.

Wait? What? Sam was straight, had a girlfriend, and he’d called me, EMO for months. “Do you really want some of this, Sam??? Would you risk everything just to have a guy, let’s say me, shoot a load in your ass???” Where that came from, I have no idea but I said it to his face.

“I know when you're happy. Who dressed you this morning? Never mind, don’t tell me. He pulled a smoke from his pocket.  

From your Author:

Boy! I slammed this one out. Thirty-five-hundred words. I do hope the actual Author isn’t appalled at my fruition for a happy ending. Like I said in the beginning, this isn’t mine, ‘nemO’ is the star here and I’m adding to it.

I will be honest. At worst, he’s dead. At best, he’s so happy today there’s no need to finish what he started. Regardless; I just gave you a happy ending to an otherwise, undone story.

But? What if it’s not the end? What would happen if another guy put moves on Deacon? What would Mark do? What would Deac, do??? Mark risked everything kissing his best friend in the grass that night; risked everything.

 Could it all end badly? I did this yesterday; Robby doesn’t know.

I started on litrodica.com. They wouldn’t print ‘Robby and Ryan’ because of what I wrote: we were underage at the time. But I read. Mr. Alex Carr. I read so many others who gave me a chance. I don’t do this but, should I stop? Should this be the end to Deacon and Mark?  RJC.