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4
Dean locks the door and my body tenses up as I question his motives for doing so. It's too risky to do anything at school, but Dean has been throwing caution to the wind a lot lately. There are locks on all the bathroom doors, but I'm pretty sure students aren't permitted to actually use them.
"Are you allowed to do that?" I say.
"Do you want me to leave it open?" he asks even though he knows what my answer will be.
I stay silent as he observes me closely like he always does. He looks me up and down, and it's probably because at this point he knows the effect he has on me just from checking me out. I feel wanted when he admires me the way he does with his eyes. It makes me more vulnerable, which leads him to finally approach me.
"How are you kid?"
I scoff at the mention of his patronizing nickname for me. However, I also look at him and focus on the bruise on his face. If anything, it makes him look even more attractive by giving him an edgier look. It's like it emphasizes on how dangerous he is, and it scares but attracts me at the same time. He gives me another rundown with his eyes, and I blush.
"Don't look at me like that." I look down at the floor.
He chuckles, "Like how?"
"What did you text me for?" I ignore his response.
"I wanted to see how you were doing," he answers before putting one of his hands on my hip but I immediately push it away. As soon as I do, I begin to miss his touch.
"Don't be like that," he says with a smirk, "You know my hands have touched you in worse places than that."
"Shut up," I retort as I step back.
He leans against one of the sinks and laughs. It's like he's torturing me. He knows all the things he can do to make me want him and destroy my relationship with Mason. Meanwhile, I'm completely clueless when it comes to knowing how to handle him.
"What did you and Mason talk about Saturday?" I finally ask. I need to know how much he said to him.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Yeah that's why I fucking asked," I snap.
"Calm down kid. I got enough shit from your psychopath boyfriend. I don't even know how long this bruise is gonna last," he says as he turns back to look at the mirror behind him.
I realize Mason was the one who punched Dean. I can't believe I didn't even think of that before. I don't even know what Dean could have said to provoke him, but Mason does have a short temper.
"You're the psychopath if you believe you didn't deserve that."
"And what do you deserve?" he fires back.
It takes me by surprise. I've constantly antagonized Dean because I blame him for making me cheat, but at the end of the day I'm just as bad, if not, worse than him. I'm the one with the boyfriend who I'm constantly lying to.
"I have to go back to class," I say as I start to walk to the door.
Before I get too far, he pulls my arm and I stumble into his body. Despite being at a lower height since he's leaning back on the sink, he's staring at me straight in the eye. He wraps his arms around me and locks me in.
"You're not getting away from me that easy."
"Let me go."
"Stop pretending you don't want me. Let's be honest 'cause it's exhausting for both us."
"I said let me go," I insist.
He's right. It is exhausting trying to reject him time and time again, but I know I have to. I can't keep giving in. Even now as I ask him to let go, I'm not trying to break free.
He bites his lips, "Maybe if you kiss my bruise, I'll let you go. It's kinda your fault got it."
"I'm not gonna do that, and you got it because you're an asshole."
"I got it 'cause I can't resist how fucking cute you are. Just do it. Maybe if you kiss it, I'll feel better."
The bathroom door handle slams against the lock causing me and to Dean to look at it. There's no actual knob on the door so it can only be pulled open, but the lock keeps it from leaving the door frame. We've been here too long. I have to get out of here. After a few seconds of hearing footsteps walk away, I quickly peck Dean on his upper cheek where his bruise is and pull away.
He scoffs, "What the fuck? That was barely a kiss."
I sigh before leaning forward slowly and placing my lips on his bruise. I purse my lips to kiss it and look down. Dean turns his head slightly, and my mouth is right in front of his. Our lips aren't touching, but I feel his breath on mine. It enters my body and poisons my mind.
My body is buzzing with lust, and I can barely control myself. I can't ignore this feeling when it's the only one I have. His breathing intensifies, and I take in as much of him as I can. His eyes look into mine, and I wonder whether he'll kiss me.
"I can't keep doing this," I mumble.
"I'm not forcing you to leave Mason," he explains, "I'm just giving you the opportunity to have some fun."
I close my eyes and try to think. Can I really handle Dean and Mason at the same time? No. Of course not. Mason could never know, and there's no way I could keep this a secret from him. However, I really want to. I can't keep denying that, and Dean clearly won't stop pushing. Maybe I could just try it.
It feels like hours are passing as I wait for Dean to kiss me. Then I remember his words from yesterday morning. I had to be the one to kiss him. I don't know if I can do it though. It's easier to blame him when he takes me by surprise. If I kiss him first, then I'm giving in. But maybe I need to know what it feels like when I make the first move. This time I'll actually try to understand what I feel for him without saying that he forced me to do anything.
I take in a deep breath and lean forward. Our lips touch and I feel a sudden euphoria take over me. His lips are soft, and it feels like they're coursing energy into my body. I need more. This is the closest I've been to making a move on my own, and it's nerve-racking but exhilarating. My tongue slips into his mouth and rolls around his.
Dean was clearly waiting eagerly for me to give in because a few seconds after I kiss him, he jumps off the sink causing me to stumble back. He pushes me against the frame of the bathroom stall and his kissing deepens. I turn limp as I become desperate for him to control my body and anxiously await to see what he'll do next.
He pushes all his weight against me, which makes the stalls creak. I start to worry they're going to break from his force. I feel myself slipping backwards until I'm leaning on the doorframe. I'd fall back if Dean wasn't pinning me up with his arms. I still love the feeling of his body heat covering me and his lips kissing and almost bruising mine.
Suddenly, Dean grabs me by the hips and pulls me up until my legs leave the ground. I wrap them around his back and he carries me back to the sink where he sits me down. I can barely breathe as he inhales me and pushes me against the mirror. I can tell we're starting to get loud, and I'm scared that someone might hear us. He takes a small step back for a second and pulls my legs open harshly causing me to yelp.
Before I can say anything, he pushes against me harder and I feel his hard cock throbbing through his pants in between my legs. A moan escapes my lips. The cloth from our pants keep us from making any skin contact, but his dick is so big I can feel every inch of it poking at my covered hole. I want us to take off our clothes just so I can see his cock, but, once again, it hits me that we're still in school. I can't let this escalate.
I push Dean off of me and he pulls away. He looks like an animal. His face is red, his hair is a mess, and he's breathing loudly. We both catch our breath and I wait a few second to let my dick soften before I start to leave. It doesn't all the way, but I'm able to adjust my pants to hide it well enough. Dean is still leaning against the stall frame in a calm, relaxed pose. He wipes sweat off his forehead, and it kills me how sexy he looks.
I look down and see the outline of his monstrous erection that looks like it's going to tear his pants open. Dean doesn't seem to care that much about how noticeable his bulge is since he continues to stare at me and grope his dick. I still don't know what exactly is going on between us, but this is not the place to figure it out. I start to walk away, but he blocks me with his arm.
"When am I gonna see you again?" he asks in his sultry voice.
My legs feel weak, but I gather enough strength to push his arm down and say, "French class," before unlocking the door and walking out.
DEAN
As soon as the door closes, I punch the wall. I can't fucking stand how much of a tease he is. He constantly complains about Mason not wanting to have sex, but he's exactly the same. Maybe this isn't the right place to do anything, but he didn't have to be a bitch when I asked when I would see him again. As mad as I am right now, I'm still horny and it's mostly frustration I feel right now.
I need more than a handjob and some making out. I can't even leave right now 'cause I still have a hard-on. Not that I'd care if everyone saw my junk since they'd be lucky to, but I need relief now. I lock the door again and lean against the sink before pulling out my hard cock. It flings out and some precum flies off onto the ground. I give it a small shake to warm it up. The veins running across my dick seem angry and ready to shoot some cum. When my dick gets hard, it hurts covering it up. I'm not the kind of man to just let it cool down. I make sure I cum when I need to.
I tilt my head back and close my eyes, imagining that Caleb is on his knees in front of me sucking my hard cock. Most of the girls I've been with don't usually like sucking my dick or can't deepthroat 'cause it's too big. Even though Caleb is trying to keep us from doing anything, I know there's one thing about him that will get him to submit: he's cock-hungry. I can see it in his eyes and feel the desperation coming off his body every time we make out.
I can just imagine him looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes as he tries to swallow my dick. They'd be tearing up right now. I stroke faster and imagine my hand gripping the back of his head. His mouth is bobbing up and down on my meat. I almost let out a moan just from thinking of the sounds he'd make as he gags on my cock. I bet his throat is as tight and warm as his asshole.
I look down at his face, and my cock hardens even more at the sight of small tears streaming down his cheek. I pull my dick out of his mouth, which is covered in his slobber. I give it a small stroke before flicking it down to slap his face. A few drops of saliva and precum splatter across his face. It's like paint, and his pretty little face is my canvas. I strike him again with my dick and hear a loud thud before he slips it into his mouth again.
I know this is just a fantasy, but I imagine this is exactly how it'd go down. Maybe not the first time. It would take him a while before he can take my entire cock, but I know for sure he'll be sucking my dick plenty of times and get enough practice. I'm not gonna give up on trying to get him to crack. He can't resist me, and I know he'll give in soon.
I'm so close to cumming, so I keep thinking of his image in my head. I bite my lips as he tries to swallow my cock again. I can tell he's eager to please me, which causes him to choke more. He looks up at me, and I grab him by the back of his neck. Before he can react, I push him down further until his lips are touching the base of my cock. He gags and makes loud choking sounds that fuel my lust. My grip tightens and I repeat the movement faster causing his dick drool to smear around his mouth and making him gag more. Just as I'm about to cum, I picture myself cumming into his mouth. It gathers up and he sticks his tongue out before swallowing it.
My body spasms as I start to cum in real life and ropes of it shoot out across the floor. My body goes limp, and I feel a lot more relaxed. I bite my lips to keep myself from moaning. I stroke the last few drops of cum off my dick before waiting for it to go soft. I let out a loud breath and realize how badly I need to fuck Caleb. I can't even get a blowjob from him, and I'm still obsessed. I never really get too caught up with any other girls, but Caleb is different.
I can usually get any girl I want, but Caleb is the first to reject me. Although he hasn't really rejected me. I can tell how much he wants me, and it's fun trying to get him to that point. I know I can break him, and he's so close. He kissed me today, which shows me he's becoming more willing.
After I stuff my dick back into my pants, I throw a paper towel on the floor and wipe it across with my shoe. I don't get all my cum but enough so it's not noticeable. Once I throw away the paper towel, I head back to class. I was gone for a majority of the period, but it's not the like the teacher even noticed or cared. I sit back in my seat and think what I can do to steer Caleb towards me. He's not making this easy at all since I thought he'd give in by now. He seemed more willing to fool around when he was pissed at Mason, so that's probably my best bet.
I haven't talked to him since the asshole punched me in the face, but I know they already made up. He was at Caleb's house the other night. I made sure to tell Caleb everything about what Mason said, but it clearly wasn't enough to keep them apart for long. I just have to make sure I keep things that way.
It isn't until lunch that I realize Caleb and Mason have clearly moved on from any argument they might have had. I had a class with Mason earlier but he purposely sat across the classroom, so he wouldn't have to talk to me. Obviously he's still mad, which makes no sense since he's the one who punched me.
I assumed he got as mad as he did because Caleb was upset with him. However, whatever happened after our fight clearly led to them making up. I went over to our usual spot but stood far enough away so they wouldn't see me. They were all over each other. Kissing and hugging, which is something I rarely see Mason do with Caleb. No one really ever hangs out in this spot, so they didn't seem to care if anyone catches them.
I felt tempted to walk up to them and interrupt their little love session, but I didn't wanna start shit with Mason again. Caleb doesn't want me to create any more conflict, but the problem is that's what I'm best at.
I need to know what's going on in their relationship. I know Caleb won't tell me, and obviously Mason is still pissed at me. I have to change that because there's no way I'm getting left out on knowing what's going on between them. I can use it to my advantage to get Caleb. I know I'm gonna have to fix things with Mason, which I really don't mind. We're still friends, I guess, and he's the only guy that puts up with my bullshit.
We have PE after lunch, so I know I'll be able to talk to him then. I wait until the bell rings, which signals the end of our lunch. Mason and Caleb kiss each other goodbye, which makes me roll my eyes. I go wait by the entrance where I know Mason will have to pass me. He turns the corner, and a look of disgust appears on his face. Clearly he doesn't want to be near me, but he has no choice if he wants to get to the gym on time.
"Hey man. We gotta talk," I say once he's close enough.
"Get out of my way. I don't have anything to say to you," he declares as he starts to move past me.
"Damn it Mason. Let me explain. It's the least you can do after pulling this shit." I point to my bruise.
He rolls his eyes but stops in his tracks. "Why the fuck did you have to tell Caleb those things? Do you have any idea how much shit you got me into with him?"
"Well you two seem to have kissed and made up already."
"Some explanation," he scoffs as he starts to walk away again.
"Woah hold on. Fine. I'm sorry, okay? I know it was fucked up for me to say all that, but I was tryna help you out."
"You were trying to help me out?" he says incredulously.
"Yeah. I mean c'mon man. Caleb had to hear those things eventually, and it didn't seem like you were gonna tell him. He was just upset 'cause you weren't there, and he wanted to know what was going through your head so I told him. I felt bad for the kid, and I didn't want him to be mad at you. It just turned out that way."
"Well why the fuck did you bring up that I said he used to have a crush on you?"
"That was before I brought up all the things you told me. I was just bored and wanted to ask him about it. I've never had a guy crush on me before. Unless there's something you wanna admit," I joke before punching him in the arm.
He swats my hand away, and despite still seeming angry, he lets out a small chuckle. "Fuck you."
"I really am sorry man. I didn't mean to fuck things up between you two."
He sighs and seems to contemplate what I've said. "I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have reacted how I did and punched you."
"Yeah you shouldn't have, but I get it." A victory smile starts to form.
"Besides, things have kind of gotten better for us."
The smile drops from my face. What the fuck does that mean?
"What do you mean?" I ask, but the tardy bell rings and he starts walking.
"Let's get to class before coach gives us any shit," he says.
I want to ask him again what he meant, but I don't wanna make him suspicious of anything by pushing too hard. I know I can't use any shit he tells me against him so I have to play it safe.
We hurry to gym, and the rule is that we need to be dressed ten minutes after class starts so we don't get into trouble. We have to do five laps around the track and between each we do some cardio, which includes sit-ups and planks. Mason and I are usually the first to finish our laps, but I take it a bit slower just so we can talk some more.
"So, you and Caleb talked then?" I ask as we're doing our first set of cardio. I can't let him think that I already know they've made up.
I'm barely on my third sit-up, but I'm out of breath. I've been eager to hear what happened between them, but I don't want him to know that.
"Yeah, I mean he was pretty pissed at first," he says matter-of-factly, like he's emphasizing on how it's my fault, "But he called me later and we sorted things out."
He ends his last sentence with a smirk, and it annoys me. They didn't fuck, did they? Mason zooms through his cardio and I struggle to catch up. He waits behind for me. I'm tempted to skip planks but I know coach is watching us all closely. Once I finish, we start our next lap, but I jog at a slow pace that he matches.
"So, what's up with your stupid grin?" I say, trying not to sound too aggressive.
He lets out a small laugh, "I guess I'm just happy that Caleb and I are all good."
I don't buy it. "C'mon dude. You're way too happy for just getting out of some small argument."
He hesitates but finally says, "Okay, well after we made, we kinda did some stuff."
No fucking way. "What do you mean?"
He goes on to explain what happened between them, and I don't know how to feel. They didn't have sex, but they grinded against each other. Naked. I can just imagine Caleb's nice, lean body completely unclothed. He has a perfect, round ass, a slim waist, and small but defined muscles. There's no way Mason's not gonna want to fuck him after seeing that.
I guess I can't really be mad. They are boyfriends, but I thought it'd take a long time before Mason would go anywhere beyond first base with Caleb. I've been wanting Caleb for a while now, and the thought of not being the one to pop his cherry really bothers me. It seemed like such a possibility after Friday night, but now Mason had to fucking grow a pair at the worst time possible. Now I have to start playing harder if I wanna make Caleb mine.
"Damn, that sounds great man," I say, but I don't mean a word of it. I just have to make sure he thinks he can be open with me.
"Just promise you won't tell Caleb anything," he says, "I don't wanna get into trouble with him again 'cause of all the shit I tell you."
"Relax. I'll keep my mouth closed this time." I actually mean it. I want to make sure that Mason tells me everything that Caleb won't so that I'm in the loop and stay ahead of Mason.
After we shower and start changing, I hurry to my locker before Mason can catch up to me and text Caleb.
-Come to my house after school
"What're you up to after school?" says Mason as he casually walks up to his locker. A few of the other guys from our class are changing back into their regular clothes as we talk.
"I'm kind of busy," I say, feeling confident that Caleb will give in. Just as soon as I say that, my phone vibrates.
-No we're done. I'm not doing this anymore. I can't keep doing this to Mason.
-Relax he's not gonna know. I just wanna talk for a bit...
"Well we should hang out soon." He's finished changing and starts using his phone.
"Yeah for sure. Maybe tomorrow.." I get another message.
-Yeah right. I'm not stupid. Just leave me alone already.
Mason's distracted and no one's looking, so I snap a quick picture of him and send it to Caleb.
-He seems like he's in a good mood. You don't want me to ruin that right??
He immediately responds.
-What the fuck? I thought you weren't gonna say anything.
Honestly, I really wouldn't say anything to Mason, but Caleb doesn't need to know that.
-I never promised anything. Just come to my house after school and your boyfriend will stay clueless as always
-Fine.
I text him my address, feeling a bit excited about where things could be headed.
CALEB
Kissing Dean really fucked with my head. After leaving the bathroom, I wanted to run back in and keep making out with him. After this morning, I realized that no matter how much I tell myself to get over him, it never works. I can't just stop feeling what I feel for him.
I initially plan on just ignoring and avoiding him. Mason still seems to be mad at him since Dean didn't join us for lunch, so it shouldn't be too hard. Then he sends me that text. At first I'm able to tell him no. I think that maybe I can just continue to avoid him. However, he sends me that picture with Mason and threatens to tell him to the truth.
I almost yell in the middle of class because of how angry I am. It's like there's no way to stop Dean. Knowing that he can hold what we did over me, worries me a lot. I'm constantly scared he's going to tell Mason. After this morning I really thought he was going to keep it between us, but I guess we need to have an actual conversation about that. Clearly Dean doesn't care about what our actions could do to Mason, and I don't want him to be hurt.
It's the only reason I agree to go to Dean's house. Well, the main reason. The thought of all the things Dean could do to me is constantly gnawing at the back of my head. After seeing what he was willing to do in a school bathroom, I can't imagine what he'd do in his house. With just the two of us. No one around to worry about or interrupt us.
I snap myself out of my thoughts. I can't keep thinking about Dean like this, but I know trying to ignore my feelings for him is useless. He always gets me to cave in, and I'm sure later today will be no different. I don't even have the option of staying away from him because then he'll tell Mason. In any situation I lose, so my best bet is to just do what he says.
I can barely concentrate in my last few classes since I keep thinking about Dean. I hate him, but I can't get him out of my head. All I can remember is his tall, muscular body and how it towers over me. His green eyes staring into mine like they're hypnotizing me, and his mouth kissing my lips until I submit to him.
I hate this control he has over me, but at the same time I love it. It makes me anxious but also keeps me excited. After my encounter with Mason, I thought my attraction to Dean was dying down, but it won't. Every time I see Dean now, all I can think of is what we did Friday night. In addition to that, now I'm also constantly remembering what we did in the bathroom today. It's stuck in my head, and now I'm headed to French class, which I have with Dean.
I contemplate ditching, but I don't want to get in trouble especially since Dan teaches here so he'd know immediately. I don't want him questioning why I'm skipping class. Either way we have to turn in our project, which is just on a flash drive. I can feel my heart pounding, and I wonder what Dean will do or say. Knowing him, he'll probably just torture me throughout class.
I walk inside knowing I am in no way prepared to deal with Dean. We have assigned seating, which is based on the first day when we picked our seats. Dean sat next to me simply because we both know Mason, and we've had French together the last two years. I sit impatiently in my seat and stare at the door.
He walks in just a few seconds after me and locks his eyes on mine immediately. He smirks, and I catch myself almost smiling as well. Then I remember how much of an asshole he is and that he practically blackmailed me into going to his house later. I don't know whether he would have actually told Mason, but I knew one way or another, I would have listened to him anyway.
"Hey kid," he says as he sits next to me, "How you been?"
"Fine," I mutter, and I want the conversation to end already but he doesn't.
"I can't wait 'til you come over later," he whispers as he places his hand on my knee and squeezes it.
I gently remove his hand and say, "I thought you said we were just talking."
"I don't know if I'll be able to control myself once I get you alone."
His hand snakes its way onto my leg again but higher up. I flinch and almost launch myself backwards. A few heads turn our way, but class hasn't started yet so not many people are there. He smiles like he's satisfied that he's gotten a rise out of me, and I roll my eyes.
"Stop it. We're in class."
"Like I give a fuck about that."
"Why are you doing this?" I say quietly enough so that no one will hear.
"Doing what?"
"Don't play dumb. Why do you keep getting in between me and Mason? Haven't you already had your fun?"
He leans in like he's getting something from his backpack and whispers into my ear, "I already got a taste of you. Now I can't get enough."
I shudder and try to keep myself from jumping on him and kissing his lips. Now they're all I can focus on, and I try to remember the feeling of them on my body. He looks at me and winks. I don't even have the energy to be annoyed by his antics anymore. I just want to give in to my desires already and let him have his way with me. However, Mason is still at the back of my mind.
Once class starts and we turn in our project, we get started on an assignment from our workbooks. I can barely concentrate since Dean just continues to be himself. He runs his hands across my thighs and my back, almost my ass, which makes me shiver. He rubs his foot against mine and slides it up my leg slowly. I constantly push him off even though it makes me want him more.
I keep whispering angrily, demanding him to stop, but he doesn't care. I try not to show how much I actually like it, but my expressions give me away. He clearly enjoys every minute of torturing me with his touch. I hate myself for pushing him away every time I do, and then I hate myself even more for feeling that way.
I barely get any work done, which isn't too much of a problem since we usually get to take any leftover work home to finish. However, that just means Dean can continue his antics. At one point, he slides his hand up slowly across my inner thigh, and I try to keep myself from breathing too loudly.
It's a small class and no one sits behind us, so I don't think anyone notices. He squeezes my thigh, and I flinch to remove his hand. But he's prepared. He immediately grabs my hand and moves it to his crotch. I feel his hardening dick and lay my hand there for a few seconds. I feel my heart beating faster and look around to see if anyone's noticed.
As nervous as I am because of how risky this is, I'm also really turned on. I hate comparing, but Mason would never do anything like this. Dean couldn't care less, which drives me crazy. My hand finally pulls away before I tell him, once again, to stop. He just chuckles lightly and turns to his workbook.
When the bell rings, I quickly stuff my workbook into my backpack and dash out of the room. I can still feel his eyes on me as I walk out. Throughout my last class of the day, all I can focus on is how much I miss his touch. It isn't until then that I realize how desperate I am for the day to end. Once the bell rings, I'll be headed to Dean's house. I'm nervous but eager at the same time.
After school, I'm hoping to just head straight to my car to drive to Dean's house, but I run into Mason.
"Hey," he says as we come across each other at the back entrance of the school. He gives me a quick peck on the lips, and I try to maintain my composure so that he won't suspect anything's wrong.
"Hey babe, how was your day?" I say as relaxed as I can.
"It was alright, I guess. You ready to head home?"
He usually heads back to my house with me, but I don't want to risk the possibility of Dean getting upset and telling Mason the truth. I also really want to go see him.
I try my best to make up an excuse on the spot. "I actually have to go to the store. Dan needs me to buy a couple of things."
"I can go with you if you want," he offers.
"No!" I snap.
He raises his eyebrow and looks taken aback.
"Sorry, I mean- I can go by myself. It's a lot, so I just don't want to be distracted and waste time."
"Oh, okay."
He looks disappointed and I start to consider not going at all. However, my phone vibrates in hand. I quickly look at the text from Dean.
-dont keep me waiting too long sexy
He puts a winking emoji at the end and my heart skips a beat.
"Sorry, I really need to get going," I say without looking up from my phone.
I give him a quick peck on the cheek and head for my car. When I step inside and sit down, I try to clear my head. I just want to jump out of my car and run back to Mason, but the desire to be alone with Dean is so much stronger.
It's a long drive since his house is pretty far from school. I've been there a few times because he's constantly throwing parties, and his house is huge. Both his parents are business people, so his family is pretty well off. I've never met them since they're usually working when I go over with Caleb, but Dean doesn't seem to mind.
After a twenty minute drive, I arrive at his house and look up at his amazing home. Two stories tall with a stunning, modern design. His car is parked in the driveway, so he must have gotten out as soon as the bell rang. I know he's waiting for me.
As I walk up to his door, I know this will probably be my last chance to back out. However, instead of contemplating further, I ring the doorbell. A few seconds pass before Dean opens the door. He smiles at me with a look like he's not surprised I came.
"What's brings you here kid?"
"Just let me in," I say as I nudge him to the side.
I look around, and the inside of his house is just as amazing as the outside. Plenty of space and beautifully decorated.
He closes the door and walks up behind me before placing a kiss on my neck. I shove him away from me and turn to face him.
"Why are you always so mean to me?"
"Dean, I have a boyfriend. Mason. Your best friend. Do you really not care about that at all?"
"I did. That's why I never tried anything, but then I finally got you alone last Friday. I couldn't resist the chance."
Something in his tone changes. He's not trying to be sexy or arrogant. He sounds genuine.
"I know, but that was a mistake. And you're ignoring the fact that I keep telling you to leave me alone."
"You don't get it Caleb," he says as walks up to me, "I can't stop thinking about you. I've never been with a guy before and being with you was so hot. I can't just forget that."
I find myself struggling with finding something to say. I keep telling myself that he's messing with me just to see if I'll cheat on Mason, but it's getting harder for me to believe that.
"So what do you want? What do you actually want out of this?"
"I just wanna have some fun." He places his hands on my hips and slowly pulls me in. "No one has to know."
"So, what? I'll just be your secret then?"
"You could say that I guess, and I'll be your dirty little secret."
He starts kissing me, and I wrap my arms around his back. His fingers dig into my hips, and his kiss deepens. I feel his tongue dancing with mine and our lips rub against each other angrily. His bites my lower lip and tugs on it softly.
"Dean..." I start to say.
"Look Caleb. I know you think you're happy with Mason, but I can do things to you that he's never even thought of before. Maybe you don't wanna break up with him, but I'm not ready to announce that I'm also into guys. Like I said, we're just having fun and this can stay between us."
"Dean. You have to promise me you won't tell Mason."
"I promise," he whispers into my ear. He kisses his way down from my ear to my jawline to my neck. Every kiss he places makes my body shiver. He pulls my head back by my hair to get a better angle before returning to my lips. We make out for a minute or two before he leads me up the stairs to his room.
This all feels so surreal to me. I never imagined that Dean would ever be into me. After Friday, I never thought I'd go back to him, but now here we are. I'm suddenly okay with cheating on Mason, and we're making our way to Dean's room.
I ignore any doubts in my mind because I'm tired of overthinking this. I can't just ignore what I feel for Dean, but I don't want to leave Mason. Either way, it's not like I want a relationship with Dean. We're "having fun" like he said. We get to his room and he closes his door.
"Take off your clothes," he demands.
I quickly take off my shirt and shoes before unbuttoning my pants. Dean, who is now shirtless, throws me back onto his bed and yanks them off, which leaves me in my underwear. Before I can react, he smashes his lips into mine and starts kissing me. He's laying on top of me, and I can barely move as he grinds against me. He spreads my legs open so that he can position himself in between them and thrusts his dick against me.
My hands reach up and feel his broad, muscular chest. His pecs feel so sturdy, and I want to worship the rest of his muscles. He seems to love how much I adore his body, so he gets up on his knees while still pinning me down.
I sit up and place my lips on his chest before kissing it. He puts his hand on the back of my head, and I wrap my arms behind his back. There's no space between us as my mouth travels along Dean's body. I start with his pecs by kissing them and sucking on his nipples, making sure I taste every inch. My mouth moves lower, and I roll my tongue down his sweaty abs and place a kiss on each one. His grip on the back of head tightens while he lets out a deep moan.
"Fuck yeah, worship my body."
I look up to see him staring me in the eyes, and they focus strongly on me. He has this lustful glare that hypnotizes me. I can't even realize how much control he exerts over me with just one look.
He grabs onto my shoulders and harshly throws me back against the bed causing my head to rattle. He leans towards me and slaps his hand down on my chest, which makes me yelp. His mouth attacks my neck, and my head tilts back while he starts going down my body.
He repeats the same movements I made, but when he reaches my slim stomach, his mouth moves sideways. I never realized how sensitive the sides of my stomach were until Dean starts kissing them. I let out small moans and whimpers from the pleasure. My body squirms, but his hands push me down. His head digs in deeper, and my body convulses from the overwhelming feeling. He gives each side one final lick before moving his mouth further down. When it reaches the waistband of my briefs, he stands up.
He pulls down my underwear and throws them across the room. I'm probably harder than I've ever been, and my cock is pointing straight up at Dean. Even when he jacked me off, I don't think he's actually seen it before, which makes me wonder how he'll react since he's never been with a guy. He smiles and slides down his own boxers, revealing his huge dick. There's a big drop of precum leaking out, and he scoops it up in his finger.
He crawls back into the bed while raising his finger, which he manages to slip into my mouth. I'm brought back to when I first tasted his cum, and two more of his fingers slide into my mouth. I suck on them hungrily as he kisses and gnaws at my neck. I moan softly while his other hand strokes my inner thigh. My hands run down his muscular back until they reach his meaty, muscular ass. I pull him closer to me, and he lets out a low growl.
Once his fingers are coated in spit, he pulls them out with a loud plop. I lick them before he pulls them away. He continues kissing across my neck and chest for a few seconds before sitting up. He pushes my legs back and suddenly begins to poke at my hole with one of his fingers. I gasp and try to grab his wrist.
"Hey, calm down. It's okay," he reassures me. He leans down in between my legs and kisses me.
"Dean, I haven't-"
"I know baby it's okay. Just lay back and relax."
My heart practically flutters when he calls me "baby". He keeps kissing me, but not as harshly as he usually does. It's a soft but deep, sensual kiss that soothes me. I feel his finger begin to slide in, and I whimper causing me to pull me away from his lips.
I have fingered myself before but letting someone else do it to you is a completely new experience. As soon as my breathing calms down, Dean starts kissing me again and pushing his finger in deeper, which stretches out my hole. Usually when I finger myself, I don't go in too deep, but Dean keeps pushing in. I moan and feel his hot breath against my mouth as his knuckles reach my sphincter forcing him to stop.
He wiggles his finger around, and I groan. He's already exploring places I haven't touched before. I can't even imagine what will happen if he gets his dick inside me. He keeps on kissing me again and slowly slides his finger out. I moan into his mouth, and the sensation of his finger fucking me is driving me crazy.
"Jack me off," he whispers with his mouth right against mine. I don't even hesitate before my hand shoots downward in between our bodies. My arm is at an awkward angle since we're still making out, but I'm able to wrap my hand around his dick.
He groans loudly, and suddenly he slips another finger into me. My body grinds against his hand because I need to feel his fingers deeper in me, and my movement matches my hand stroking his cock. His mouth moves and starts kissing my neck again. Dean lets out deep breaths that make him sound like he's growling. My hand keeps stroking his cock faster and faster as my grip tightens.
I'm moaning loudly, and Dean's kisses turn rougher. I feel his teeth gnawing at my neck until they dig into my skin. I gasp, and his fingers pump in and out of my ass faster. He groans as he sucks on my skin, and I bite my lips to keep myself from screaming.
"Fuck," I moan when I feel his third finger push its way inside me.
Dean slides up to me slowly until he whispers in my ear, "Yeah just imagine my dick pumping inside you."
Three of his fingers aren't even close to the monstrous size of his dick, but I still imagine they are. The pace of my hand quickens, and the precum leaking from the head helps my hand slide from the base of his cock to the tip more smoothly.
If I could see Dean's fingers sliding in and out of me, they would look like a blur due to the fast pace of him fingering me. He bites down on my chest and sucks hard like he did to my neck before. I whimper because it's slightly painful but still feels hot.
"Fuck, I'm about to cum," he says.
His head moves up to my neck, and my body shakes as his fingers spasm and pummel in and out of my hole. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I beg him to go faster.
"Fuck!" he yells, and I feel his body tense up against mine.
He bites and sucks my flesh again and groans as ropes of cum shoot out of his dick and onto my stomach. His fingers curl up inside me, and my breathing intensifies. My hand is sore, but I'm happy I got him to cum. He places a kiss where he bit me and looks up at me.
"Shit, that was so hot."
I laugh and agreement, and he kisses me.
"You're so fucking hot," he moans while we kiss, "Now it's your turn."
I'm confused by what he means until he starts fingering me again. He makes me sit up before, his other hand reaches down and starts stroking my cock. I lean forward, and Dean starts kissing me. I wrap my arms over his back to keep myself upright.
Having Dean finger and jack me off at the same time drives my senses into overload. I can't get enough of him, and I want more. I want him to fuck me, but at the same time I don't. He can't be my first. We're not actually together, and it just wouldn't be right. I'm so tempted though. If he's this good when he's only fingering me, I can't imagine what he'd be like if he actually got to fuck me.
I feel myself getting closer, and I know Dean can sense it from the movement of my body. His hand twists as he strokes it up and down.
"Look at me," he demands in a sultry voice. My eyes open to see him staring at me. He looks like he's studying me, and I can't even imagine what I look like to him right now. I'm sweating like crazy, my mouth is hanging open, and my eyes are focusing on him.
Suddenly, he pushes his hand as far as he can in me. His fingers trigger something inside me, and I start cumming. My body snaps back brutally onto the bed. I moan as I continue cumming and Dean massages my inner thighs. As soon as I finish, he lays down next to me.
He grabs me by the chin and turns my head to look at him. "How was that?"
"It was awesome," I answer. And it really was. His thumb lodges itself in between my teeth, and I give it a kiss.
We spend the next half hour just making out and fondling each other. It's a great feeling, and I love how well he knows my body. However, I know I can't stay too long, so I clean myself up and start getting ready to leave.
"You don't have to go yet. My parents usually aren't back from work until another hour," Dean points out. He's sitting on the edge of his bed with his legs wide open. He's still naked and his soft cock is point down. It still looks big despite not being hard at all.
"I really should go. Dan's gonna be wondering where I am." Truthfully, I want to leave because if I stay any longer, I'll want to do more than just making out and letting him finger me.
I pick up my shirt, and he reaches out and pulls me to him. His arms are wrapped around my back, and he kisses my stomach a few times before saying, "When am I gonna see you again?"
I unhook his arms from around me and say, "I don't know."
Once I pull on my shirt, I go for my shoes, but Dean grabs me by the hips and sits me on his lap. We're both facing the same direction, and he kisses me on the back of my neck.
"Better not be too long kid. I don't like waiting."
I let out a deep breath and feel his cock underneath my ass. If I wasn't wearing my pants, I'd let him slide it inside me right now.
"I'll keep that in mind," I say as I stand up.
He lays back down. "I'd walk you out, but I'm not in the mood to put clothes on right now."
I chuckle. "Whatever."
I start to walk out, but Dean says, "You're really gonna leave without a kiss goodbye."
I turn to him to see if he's serious, and it looks like he is. I roll my eyes and walk over to him. Before I can do anything, he grabs me the collar of my shirt and pulls me down. Like earlier, it's not a harsh kiss. It's passionate and we stay like for about a minute before I pull away.
"Okay, I really should go now." I feel flustered, and I don't want to say anything embarrassing.
"See you soon kid."
I'm starting to get less and less annoyed by his nickname for me. I reach the door and turn back to look at him.
"Don't tell Mason. Okay?" I remind him.
He smiles. "Don't worry. It's our secret."
DEAN
Caleb leaves, and I lay back on my bed feeling very pleased with myself. I finally got him. I rub my hand across my abs, remembering how Caleb was pressed against them just a few minutes ago. Maybe getting Caleb to agree to fooling around should've been enough, but I wanted to kill two birds with one stone. So I found a way to make sure Mason doesn't fuck him.
I can still taste Caleb and think about how deep I sunk my teeth into him. I'm just glad he didn't notice those hickeys I marked on him before he left. I can't imagine how he'll explain them to Mason.
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