Getting fucked by Charles, understanding what made Anton and Jeremy tick, and getting Kyle to spill his secrets under the dull bathroom lights had Henry in a bundle. The next night was restless for all the wrong reasons, and though Kyle’s admissions were the beginning of an answer, they did not provide a solution.
The death of a father, the near-death of his mother, and his complicated relationship with his sister might be part of the reason why the lacrosse jock acted all broody and removed, but they weren’t fully responsible.
Henry wasn’t as dumb as he looked. His being pretty and a football player didn’t mean he was thick-headed, though he had believed it at some point.
What he didn’t intend to do was try to fix someone who needed to fix himself. Most people have to face themselves alone, rather than relying on others to do so.
When he woke up the next morning, after Kyle had sunk into his arms with tears in his eyes before retreating to his own room, Henry decided to surprise him.
With a tray in his hands, a cup of coffee close to spilling, and a fruit bowl dangerously tipping to the edge, he knocked on his mate’s door.
A grunt allowed him to come in.
Drawn curtains blocked most of the sun, though a thin line of sunlight peered in. Sheets had been thrown on the ground, and Kyle was lying face buried in his pillow, wearing nothing but a black pair of boxers.
His bubble butt was delicious, and Henry imagined himself spreading him open and sliding in, as he had been promised the night before.
Their conversation had been a secret, one he wouldn’t reveal to anyone else.
Loyalty was the first step toward a long-lasting partnership, or friendship; he’d take either.
“I brought you breakfast.” Henry deposited the wooden tray on Kyle’s desk, next to a line of well-arranged pens. “You should eat. You’re gonna be late for class.”
“How do you even know I have classes this morning?” Kyle mumbled, still hiding.
“You all got your schedules on the fridge, and I got a good memory.”
Kyle flipped over slowly, his morning wood staining the fabric of his underwear. “Clever boy.”
“I’m not only pretty.”
“I like that about you.”
Henry scoffed and turned to leave. “Eat.”
“Don’t leave,” Kyle whined. “Please.”
“Why?”
Lewdly, he stroked his cock, squeezing it. “Because I need you.”
The eye-roll Henry produced made him see stars, but his cock swelled instantly in its cage.
This fucking, annoying thing!
Motherfucker.
The bowl of fruit and the cooling coffee didn’t matter. Henry put one knee on the bed, leaving his other leg extended over the edge, and sniffed the crotch offered to him. Soap and musk, that of a night spent thrashing around and sweating. The air itself reeked of a night spent in turmoil.
Henry placed a kiss on the big bulge in front of him, losing his own shorts and briefs, and used his teeth to peel off the annoying piece of fabric covering it. As it sprang free, Kyle let out a relieved sigh but kept his hands behind his head.
“Not gonna make me gag on it?” Henry asked, a cheeky smile spreading on his flushed face. “You playing nice now?”
Kyle chuckled, petting Henry’s face. “Don’t get used to it. You’ll get some good pounding and jaw-breaking cocksucking before you’re let out of the cage.”
Henry was slobbering on Kyle’s length; he hadn’t reached the head yet, but the comment made him stop. The scent of sex and precum sent arousal through him, and the pressure it was under in its cage was so painful Henry wanted to burst it open with a hammer.
“You think I got a shot at winning?”
“It’s pure luck, so I don’t know, baby,” Kyle said. “Now get to sucking, or I’ll be late for my second class.”
“What about your first?”
“I’ll be late for this one, but your dirty mouth is worth it.” A little slap on the side of Henry’s face punctuated Kyle’s words. “You’re my little whore.”
If Henry had had a tail, it’d have wagged.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.”
Another throb, more painful, made Henry moan. His muscular body was under tension, but he focused on the task at hand.
Sucking.
He sucked Kyle’s cockhead between his lips and cleaned the precum oozing out of the slit. Each lap he took with his tongue made Kyle huff and groan, and his balls retracted. They usually hung low until he was ready to blow, so a few strokes and some deepthroating might be enough to get him over the edge in less than five minutes.
A first, a feat Henry would be all too proud of.
He got to sucking, using only his mouth at first and then both of his huge hands to stroke his handler’s cock eagerly.
Minutes passed, the sun grew brighter, and specks of dust flew in the stale air of the room.
Sweat trickled down Henry’s spine and covered Kyle’s ripped abdominals. The bedroom was too warm, but neither of them cared. The rise in temperature dried out his throat, and Henry could feel a bruise forming at the back of it.
So, he switched techniques and balanced himself over Kyle’s body, aligning his hole with the tool he had been preparing until then.
“Boy, use some lube. Once I’m in, I’ll fuck you hard!”
“I’ll take the risk, sir!”
Henry coated his hand with saliva, jerked Kyle some more, and, after quickly fingering his entrance, began to sink on the thick pole waiting under him.
The head breached him, making him leak and squeal.
He covered his mouth, ashamed.
“Don’t mind that,” Kyle reassured him, playing with Henry’s pink and tender nipples. “Let the whole house hear you. I want them to know it’s my cum you’re gonna keep in your hole all morning.”
“But, but,” Henry stammered, forcing himself to go down. “I have classes too, and Coach Mavers wants to see me this morning too.”
“Well, you’ll go see him with my cum plugged inside you,” Kyle replied, half smiling. “Don’t you want to feel my juice in your belly?”
“Yeah, but…”
“Then it’s settled. Don’t worry, we’ll pick a plug big enough so nothing will leak out, and small enough for it to be comfortable.”
In total submission, Henry conceded with a bow of his head.
Then, he let his ass go down on Kyle’s long and thick length. It was fast and slow at the same time; he didn’t plop on it, but he let all inches go in a single descent. His ass-rings stretched, and a little pain came in, rising up his stomach when Kyle broke through his second hole.
He clenched around Kyle’s meat, unable to breathe.
“Fuck, Henry, you’re gonna break it in half.” Kyle gripped Henry’s hips, locking him in place. “Relax, just relax.”
As he opened himself, Henry breathed out; his head spun, and he crashed into Kyle with a hungry kiss. Tongues pressed against each other, hot and wet. Breathing intensified, and as Henry relaxed and gaped wider, Kyle began to fuck him. His manhood reached too far, but the pain quickly subsided and left Henry drooling and begging for more.
“Punish my hole, sir,” he panted. “It’s yours, fuck!”
Kyle did as he was told, and expertly pinned Henry face down into the bed, angling his ass so he could reach as deep as he could.
It did the trick.
Tears began to flow freely onto Henry’s face. He couldn’t move, and wouldn’t if he had the chance.
He took his pounding, spreading his asscheeks as much as he could.
Fingers were added to the mix. “You’ll be fine. It’s just fingers.” Kyle retrieved most of his cock and dug into Henry with four fingers, stretching out his sensitive entrance. “It’s so red and raw.”
A wad of spit splashed Henry’s pried-open hole, and Kyle went in again.
“Just a few more minutes; you’re doing great, baby,” Kyle praised him.
It gave Henry enough strength to push through, grab the soaked sheets, and bite into them to muffle his screams. The burn in his hole kept him on edge until what looked like the urge to pee gripped him.
He knew what it was.
“I’m gonna cum. Please, sir, may I cum?”
“Yeah, do it, cum for me!” Kyle grunted, plowing Henry even harder.
As Henry felt cum flow out of his painfully tiny cage, he also felt Kyle inseminate him. His insides were coated in seconds, so slippery that Kyle slipped out and cum spilled out. Staying in position, as he was taught, Henry heard his breeder opening multiple drawers, and his footsteps rushed back to the bed.
Cum was scooped from the bed as he kept his entrance closed, and once Kyle had fingered it back into him, the plug sealed everything in.
“Let’s hop in the shower, clean your dick and cage, and you’ll be ready for your 10 a.m. class.”
“You know my schedule too?” Henry asked, surprised.
“Of course, you might be pretty and clever. But I’m handsome and not too dumb myself.”
“Cocky fucker,” Henry said, teasing Kyle’s deflating cock and his huge balls with his foot.
“Pretty slut,” Kyle winked.
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