Over the next few days, Leo found it almost impossible to think about anything else. He had known he was gay since he was fifteen, but he had never told anyone. He was not out, and he was not comfortable with it. Being gay felt like something he had to hide, something that made him different in a town that would not understand. That night with Eddy had ripped open the door he tried so hard to keep closed.
Every quiet moment pulled him back to the couch. He remembered the heavy, salty taste of Eddy's thick cock filling his mouth, the way it had stretched his lips wide and pressed deep into his throat. He could still feel the throbbing heat of it on his tongue, the powerful pulses right before Eddy came, and the thick, warm spurts of cum he had been forced to swallow. Those memories made him hard at the worst times. Leo hated how much he craved the feeling again.
He felt deep shame about it all. He had always told himself he would stay hidden until college or later, maybe never come out at all. Now he had sucked the cock of the straight guy next door, the big jock he had crushed on for years. It confirmed everything he already knew about himself, and that truth scared him. At the same time, the memory of being on his knees, called a "good boy," and used for Eddy's relief left him aching with desire. Part of him felt dirty and weak for giving in so easily. Another part, stronger than he wanted to admit, wanted to do it again.
Leo avoided the windows facing Eddy's house at first. But by the second day, he kept glancing over, hoping to see Eddy shirtless or working out. The memories made him restless. He would go to his room, lock the door, and jerk off while picturing the veiny shaft, the fat head leaking precum, and the way his own small hand could not even wrap around it. He came harder than usual each time, then felt guilty afterward.
At night the memories grew even more intense. Leo would lie in bed replaying the exact moment when Eddy's hand had guided his head down. He remembered the musky scent of Eddy's crotch up close, the smooth heat of the skin against his lips, and the way his throat had tightened around the thick head. He could still taste the leftover saltiness on his tongue days later. Sometimes he caught himself licking his lips without thinking, his body reacting before his mind could stop it. The feeling of being held firmly in place while Eddy finished in his mouth played on repeat in his head. It made him feel small and used, but also strangely wanted. That mix of shame and secret excitement left him tossing and turning for hours.
Eddy felt mostly satisfied and in control after that night, but his thoughts were more complicated than he expected. At first he told himself it had been nothing more than a quick, convenient release. Leo had a mouth, he had been horny, and it solved the problem without breaking his promise to Kayla. Simple as that. He was not gay, he reminded himself constantly. He loved his girlfriend and still pictured her when he jerked off. What happened with Leo was just physical relief, like using a toy or a helping hand, nothing emotional or meaningful.
Yet as the days passed, Eddy kept thinking back to the moment Leo had finally started sucking with real effort. The warm, wet tightness of that throat squeezing around his cock had felt better than he wanted to admit. There was something addictive about the power he had held in that moment, guiding Leo's head, watching those nervous eyes look up at him for approval, hearing the wet, sloppy sounds as the smaller boy struggled to take more. Eddy liked how easily Leo had given in after some gentle coaxing. It made him feel strong and dominant in a way that regular sex with girls never quite did.
He was not proud of how often he replayed those memories. Sometimes while lifting weights in the garage he would get half-hard just thinking about Leo's flushed face and puffy lips after swallowing his load. Eddy told himself it was only because he was sexually frustrated from the summer break. Deep down though, he enjoyed the new dynamic. Having secret control over the boy next door gave him a quiet thrill. Leo had always been the quiet kid who looked up to him. Now that dynamic felt deeper and more satisfying. Eddy justified it by reminding himself that Leo had clearly enjoyed it too. The way the smaller boy had moaned around his cock proved it was not one-sided. Still, a small part of him wondered if he was taking advantage of Leo's obvious crush. He pushed that thought away quickly. It was just harmless fun between neighbors, he decided. No feelings, no complications.
The days passed with new tension between them. They saw each other in the driveways a few times. Leo would blush instantly and struggle to make eye contact, his mind flashing back to the taste of cum and the stretch in his jaw. Eddy stayed casual on the surface but stood close, letting his presence remind Leo of what had happened.
One afternoon while Leo was taking out the trash, Eddy walked over in a tight tank top. "Hey, man. You good?" he asked, his voice low.
Leo nodded quickly, cheeks burning. "Yeah. I'm fine." Inside, his stomach flipped. He could almost taste Eddy's cock again. His mouth watered for a second before he caught himself.
Eddy smirked slightly. "Cool. Just checking in." He placed a hand on Leo's shoulder, letting it linger. The touch sent a shiver straight through Leo.
By the third day, Leo's shame mixed with deeper curiosity. He lay in bed at night replaying every detail: the musky scent, the heavy weight on his tongue, the firm grip on the back of his head, and the feeling of being held in place while Eddy emptied his balls down his throat. He felt used, but that feeling turned him on more than he wanted. He wondered if Eddy would want it again. He wondered if he would say yes.
Eddy spent those days thinking ahead. He enjoyed the control he had over Leo now. It made him feel strong. The summer was long, and Leo's mouth was right there whenever he needed it. He had already started imagining pushing things further, testing how far Leo would go to please him.
On the evening of the third day, as the sun was going down, Eddy saw Leo in his front yard. He walked over with his usual confident stride.
"Hey, Leo," he said, keeping his voice friendly. "You free tonight?"
Leo looked up, heart beating faster. Memories flooded in again, the thick taste, the stretch, the warm approval in Eddy's voice. "Uh, yeah. Why?"
Eddy smiled and nodded toward his truck. "I was thinking about going for a drive later. Just to get out for a bit. You should come with me. We can talk, listen to some music. What do you say?"
Leo hesitated for a second, but the mix of nervousness and excitement twisted in his stomach.
He swallowed hard. "Yeah... okay. That sounds good."
Eddy gave him a light pat on the back, his hand lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "Cool. I'll text you when I'm ready to head out."
As Eddy walked back to his house, he already had ideas about where the night might lead. Leo stood there watching him go, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts and lingering memories of that heavy cock in his throat.
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