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I was sitting on the couch in Manny's basement. He was playing a mix of the world's shittiest hard rock on his speakers while hammering a drum kit his parents had got him for Christmas. The music wasn't good but Manny kept smiling and nodding to me like its greatness was undeniable.
"Yeah? You like it?" he said. I don't know if he meant the music or his drumming. Again, both were equally terrible.
"So good!" I shouted. Poor guy.
"Want to try it?" he said, nodding to the drum kit.
I could see from his face that there was no getting out of this. "Sure!" I yelled over the music.
I walked over to Manny and as I went to grab the drum sticks, he pulled them away with one hand and tapped his lips with the other. I think he thought he was being romantic.
Manny wasn't ugly, but he wasn't pretty either. He just looked kind of...dumb. I know that sounds harsh but it's accurate. When I was crazy, crazy horny I thought his dumbness was insanely hot, like a monosyllabic caveman who was good at fucking and had a nice hairy body. But in my non-horny moments I wondered if maybe there was a reason his parents were never home.
I kissed him. I liked the feel of his stubble but I didn't like romantic Manny. I wanted him to use me for sex, not have a crush on me.
He scooched back on the stool he was sitting on and motioned for me to sit between his legs. I did, even though there was barely any room. I did like the feel of his body against mine, no lie. He put the drum sticks in my hand and then put his hands on my thighs. "Go, then," he said.
I hammered out a few beats and Manny moved his hands from my thighs to my stomach, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my neck as I drummed. It wasn't terrible, and my dick responded well to it, which Manny discovered shortly afterward when one of his hands went down to my crotch, cupping my rapidly growing erection through my jeans.
"You're doing great, man," he said, as I continued to play the drums even worse than Manny himself.
I could feel his erection pressing against my ass and I got really excited at the idea of some potential fucking and also an end to the drum lesson.
Manny rubbed his hands up and down me, always coming back to my dick, and kissed my neck and sucked on my ear. He started grinding his crotch against my ass and that always meant we were about to fuck.
I stopped drumming and put the sticks down.
"Pull your pants down, man," Manny instructed. I stood up and pulled them down and then off. Manny stood up too and did the same, his boner pointed in the air. He sat back down on the stool, then leaned forward and removed a container of lube from his backpack which was sitting nearby on the floor - he came prepared - and started lubing up his dick.
"Want to go for a ride," he said, looking up at me and smiling.
I squatted a bit and aimed my asshole at the head of his dick. Manny grabbed my hips and pulled me onto it. I felt a sharp pinch as it went it but my ass opened up and welcomed it like an old friend and soon I was bouncing up and down on Manny's cock.
"Oh baby," he said. He called me baby a lot when we fucked, which I hated, but I liked the dick too much to make an objection.
I'd learned to squeeze my ass muscles around Manny's dick as he fucked me, gripping it. It was a little more effort from me but I could tell it made things better for Manny and when we were going at it all I wanted to do was please the guy.
"Oh baby baby baby."
I held onto his drum kit as he fucked me.
"You like that Manny?" I said as I bounced up and down.
"Oh yeah baby," he said. "Manny loves it."
"Mmm," I said.
"You love it too don't you baby?"
"Yeah man," I grunted. I loved the feeling of a dick inside me. I was a good little bottom.
"You love Manny's cock don't you baby?"
"Yes sir." I could've ridden it all night. I loved the feeling of Manny's hands on my hips. I loved it at the end when I could tell by the way he moved and the sounds he made that he was shooting a load in my ass. I kind of never wanted it to end but I always wanted to get to the Manny cumming part.
"You love Manny too, don't you baby?"
And there it was. He'd said it. In the middle of sex no less. The L word.
I definitely did not love Manny. I could barely stand being around him when we were clothed.
But I said "Yeah, Manny" because I was young and horny and felt sorry for the guy and wanted him to keep fucking me.
"Say it, baby."
"I love you Manny."
"Yeah you fuckin' do," he said. "Yeah you fuckin' do."
He really started pounding me. This meant the end was near. He was practically bouncing me off his lap with his thrusts. It was a ride.
"Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah," he said, and that meant he was about to cum. There was a big thrust, followed by a pause, then another big thrust, then a pause, then he kind of collapsed onto my back in a sitting position, his mouth on my shoulder and his head kind of tilted against mine. Out of breath. His dick was still in me and I loved knowing his jizz was inside me as well.
I leaned back as much as I could and jerked myself off to completion, shooting it up against my stomach.
Manny scooped a little bit of my jizz up with his fingers and then held them to my mouth. I obediently lapped my own cum from his hand but before I could swallow he twisted my head around and stuck his tongue in my mouth and we kissed with my jizz on each others tongues.
Eventually we stopped and put our pants back on. Manny sat back down on the stool and pulled me down on his lap, facing him this time, his arms around me.
He smiled at me and said "I love you too, baby," and kissed me again and I thought oh no.