The sound of something dropping in the bucket of water by my side startled me out of my sleep. Since I didn’t believe that anything would come out of our little fishing trip, I hadn’t bothered to do more than bring down the fishing rod from its hooks and throw it on the shore, along with the empty bucket. I got so very few occasions when I could just laze around, so I informed Adrian that I’d catch some sleep, while he could do whatever the fuck he wanted.
Apparently, that meant he wanted to fish. Not only that, he wanted to catch some fish, and that was what he did. Inside the bucket, a couple of thick, slabby crappies still flicked their tails, their silver bodies with some life still left in them.
I squinted at Adrian. “I thought you said you’ve never gone fishing in your life.”
Adrian shrugged. “So? Beginner’s luck.”
I didn’t buy that. And I was starting to peg him as a liar. “Shut the fuck up,” I said and lay back, throwing my t-shirt over my eyes.
My peace was short-lived. Adrian could be vicious when he got bored. And damn, the way he twisted my nipples – yes, both of them – made me gasp and grunt. I got up, grabbed my t-shirt, and used it as an inefficient weapon to chase him away. He laughed and got away with ease.
“Don’t even think of sleeping,” he warned me. “I’m going to torment you like a demon out of hell.”
“Funny,” I quipped. “Are you trying to show me that something of what was said during bible study stuck with you? I don’t buy it.”
He was down to a pair of shorts and looked amazing in the merciless sun. Because of his olive complexion, he tanned well and quickly. I didn’t have a problem with that, either, but my skin turned golden, while his turned a deeper bronze. All of a sudden, I had a yearning to press my body against his and soak him in.
His wicked grin told me he was up to all kinds of stupid things. When he hooked his fingers into the elastic band of his shorts, I understood. My eyes grew wide.
“No way,” I warned him. “People still come here. Adrian, I’m telling you. Don’t get naked.”
He laughed like the fiend he was and pushed his shorts down to his knees in one go. Swinging his hips, he made his limp dick move to and fro. The fact that he wasn’t hard didn’t make me want to take him in my mouth any less. Actually, I wanted to wrap my mouth around his cock when it was like this and then feel it grow inside me until it got too difficult to handle.
With a shrug, he shimmied out of his shorts, and with a nimble jerk of his foot, he managed to make them land in a pile by my side as a provocation.
“Jo, I’m telling you,” he imitated my voice, making me sound phony and too pitchy. “Get naked.”
“If my father ever finds out--”
“What if he finds out?” Adrian said, moving closer to swing his dick in my face.
“Are you crazy?” I tried to pull away, but he grabbed my head and began to rub his cock all over my cheeks, nose, and lips.
“What is he going to do? Throw us out? We’re leaving in a month, anyway.”
“We’re leaving for college. Not forever,” I explained, still trying to dodge his cock. I was dying to suck him off, but I had to make some things clear. If he thought he was in fairyland, he needed to wake the fuck up.
“I don’t plan to come back here,” he said. “Do you?”
Could he have guessed my plan back then? “I have to,” I lied. “My family is here. We’re all about family around here, in case you didn’t realize it.”
He laughed, throwing his head back and exposing his throat to my hungry gaze. “If that’s true, Jo, then be a good brother and open your mouth. I need to put my dick in you, and I know you suck a mean dick.”
“Fuck off.” I turned my head, but it was the wrong move, because he took advantage of my lack of attention.
In a second, I was on my back with him straddling my chest. I could feel his balls pressing with their soft weight against my skin and the bones underneath.
“Come on, Jo, open wide. Say ahhh.” He was guiding his semi toward my lips now, so I got it in my head that I could tease him back.
For a moment, I pressed my lips together hard and then stuck out my tongue fast. He moaned, liking what I was doing to him.
But I wanted him to work and work hard for it, so I pulled my tongue back. The expression on his face deserved to be immortalized in a painting. Too bad I was not an artist, and my phone didn’t take good pictures.
I could fluster him, it seemed. His mouth went slack, and his eyelids dropped. At eighteen, he was a beautiful boy, on the cusp of manhood. Temptation is sweet; if it weren’t, no one would ever fall for it.
“Jo,” he drawled, “don’t be mean.”
“Can you beg?” I asked him. “I want to hear you.”
“And I want to kiss you.” He abandoned what he was doing and shifted to align his body with mine.
I couldn’t deny him that. It was his right to have me open my mouth to receive his mischievous tongue. Damn, how he kissed. Weeks ago, the very notion of kissing was vague to me. I’d kissed girls, dutifully, unenthusiastically, relieved that, apparently, the temptation of flesh wouldn’t torment me much. I’d know, of course, I’d known, my wicked thoughts pulled me to guys, not gals, and even with my restricted Internet access, I’d seen enough porn to know what got me hard.
However, Adrian was a different thing altogether. He didn’t make just my flesh react; he was squeezing past my barricades. That was how I knew the danger I was in. Struggling to get away led me nowhere. We had yet to measure our strengths, so I only suspected that he was stronger than I.
The truth is, I wanted to surrender to him, and because he did the minimum of pressing me down and holding me there only so he could kiss me until our lips turned numb was the only confirmation needed to what I didn’t dare to ask.
He wanted me. He must’ve wanted many other people before, and he’d want others, I was sure, but right now, he wanted me.
I relaxed my body to let him know I wouldn’t struggle anymore, but that only made him more relentless. He snuck one hand under me, grabbing my ass and pulling my crotch against his. The fact that I still had pants on was a crime. One against my cock.
I wanted to feel him everywhere. So I surprised him by grabbing his shoulders and pushing him away, only so I could get on top. Hot dark thoughts swirled in my brain like the perfect storm.
It was my turn to sneak my hands around him. His firm butt cheeks filled my hands. God, how I wanted him back then. I wanted him in ways I didn’t even dare to name out loud.
To make me pay attention, he bit my lips, not enough to draw blood, but enough to make me stop.
“Put a finger up my ass,” he said, his green eyes digging into mine. “Don’t say a word. Just do it.”
He knew more about what I wanted than I knew. In all fairness, it was an unsettling thought; he wasn’t only in my thoughts as sin incarnate, he was manipulating me from the inside like I was his puppet.
“Wet it first,” he told me when I made a move to comply with his request. “Unfortunately, it’s not like a pussy,” he explained. “It won’t get wet on its own. Though my dick is a different story.”
I leaned back on my knees, still holding him down. With the tip of my fingers, I rubbed the head of his cock, spreading his precum over the velvety skin there. Then I put them in my mouth and wet them slowly.
Challenging people was what he must’ve done all the time before coming here. But playing with fire is a dangerous game. No darker flames burn than in the soul of a devout non-believer. And mine were pitch back, full of grime and soot.
I made him roll to one side and held his leg up. That way, I looked directly at his cock and balls, as they lay to one side.
“Whatcha doing?” he asked me, showing his teeth in an unsure smile.
I pressed two wet fingers against his hot asshole in one go. He gasped and threw me a shocked look.
“Jo,” he whispered, “what the hell?”
“Don’t you want my fingers up your ass?” I taunted him while I pushed hard inside his tight heat.
He squirmed, obviously uncomfortable. My fingers weren’t wet enough, and I wasn’t letting him adjust to the invasion.
“Come on,” he protested, “that’s a bit--”
I leaned over and shut him up with a kiss. I wanted to make him feel good, but first, I wanted him to feel a bit of pain so he’d know who he was dealing with. My fingers kept digging inside him, stretching the opening, while he struggled to get away.
I threw my leg over him and held him down. He ended up on his belly, his cheek pressed against the hard sand. But he was gasping in something different from pain now. I removed my fingers and held his butt cheeks apart.
Staring at his puckered hole was everything for me in that moment. It had gotten a little puffy from my earlier abuse, and its dark pink called for me. I spit on it and rubbed it with my fingers, this time triggering small moans.
“Has anyone ever fucked your ass?”
“No,” he mumbled, breathing hard.
“Liar.”
“I’m not,” he protested. “Can’t you see how tight I am?”
“I can. That doesn’t mean no one ever fucked you.”
My jaw tightened. I couldn’t bear the thought of someone else having been there before me. I was so blinded by my own rage that my hand trembled when I pulled my cock out of my pants.
“Jo, what are you doing?” Adrian asked, this time alarmed.
And wide-eyed. He stared at me over his shoulder, and I read real fear in his eyes. That convinced me that he was telling the truth.
“Don’t worry,” I said, my fury slowly fading. “I’m not going to fuck you, though you deserve it.”
“Have you ever fucked a guy?” he spat at me.
“No. But I’ve watched enough porn, so don’t think you can tease me with your city boy airs and expect not to get your just deserts.”
He didn’t reply for a while. He only watched me as I stroked my cock while playing with his tight asshole. Funny how it hadn’t even crossed my mind until that moment that I’d like to fuck him. It had all been a fuzzy sensation, the shadow of a desire, but his challenge to put my finger up his ass had made that into a reality.
I came fast. A part of my brain was still aware that we were out in the open, thus at risk of being discovered. It was a glorious feeling to watch my jizz land on his perfect butt and asshole, on his flawless skin, painting it white. With the tip of my cock I gathered all my cum toward his tiny opening, making it all slick.
Although I was barely doing anything to him, he was panting and making soft, eager sounds.
I rolled him on his back, and this time, my fingers went inside him more easily. With my mouth, I covered his cock, rock hard to prove that my stepbrother loved being manhandled, after all.
I sucked him off with all I got. His hands were in my hair, pulling so hard I was sure I’d end up with bald patches.
He cursed at me. He cursed at me a lot while I fingered him hard. I was yet to learn the deep mechanics of making a man feel good through how his ass was treated, but I was learning on the go.
“You fucking jerk,” he threw at me. “It hurts.”
It still did, I guess. But he was still hard and fucking my mouth with everything he got. So pain wasn’t an issue, as much as he liked to complain.
When he exploded in my mouth, I was well aware he was seeking his revenge. No, better than that. Exacting it. Against me.
I received it all with gratitude. My jaw hurt as he used my mouth to get off. He was so desperate to do it as if his orgasm wasn’t enough.
We wouldn’t be so easily satisfied, as we’d come to learn.
tbc
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