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7
As I feel the floor beneath my knees, I wonder what's happened to me. I feel like I've lost all control of myself and my actions. I pretend to hate these feelings I have for Dean and fight against them, but in reality this feels right. This dynamic between us where he's in charge, and my own power falters to his demands.
My hands instinctively rise up to Dean's belt buckle. The metal feels cold against my fingers, but the heat emanating from his body is enticing. I grow nervous as my hand continues its movements. It feels like I'm giving him a blowjob for the first time, and my mouth is already watering. I bite my lips in anticipation. Even though I struggled trying to take his dick the first time, I want to do better. I want to take his entire length.
Before I know it, I'm pulling his pants down to his knees. He's wearing his usual skin-tight pair of briefs, and, with his cock hardening, they leave little to the imagination. I don't even have the patience to stall like last time. I go straight to pulling down his briefs, and his cock jumps back up at me. The angle that it's at makes it point straight at my mouth.
I grab the base with one hand to keep it still as I lick the head. I'm met with a light, salty taste that's most likely his precum. I clean the small amount that's on his cock by licking my tongue around the head. Dean sighs heavily, and I look up to see his head hanging back. I keep moving forward and start taking more of his length into my mouth, ensuring that his dick is covered in my spit.
I begin slowly so I can build up to taking his entire cock. My mouth wraps itself tightly around his dick while my tongue swirls around it. Every time I feel myself running out of breath, I try to breathe through my nose which works pretty well. Now that I know what to expect, I take more of his cock with ease into my mouth. I know that he likes me moving up and down quickly on it, so that's what I do. I still manage to keep my lips wrapped tightly around his dick and suck as my mouth glides down his length, coating it in spit.
I don't let his cock leave my mouth as I stop just before the head leaves my lips. When my head goes down, I take just a little bit more of his long cock into my throat. It's warm in my mouth now and precum flows from it like a fountain. Dean seems to like the feeling since he's running his hand through my hair softly and moaning. He lets go of me to take off his shirt. I was hoping he'd do that since I want to look at his amazing body while I blow him.
I can never get used to how incredible his figure is. It's so muscular and strong, it almost seems unreal that it belongs to a high schooler. But Dean is clearly a man, and I want to treat him like one. My hands roam upwards and my fingers dance across his body. His skin is soft and tan, but his muscles are cut and hard to the touch. Coupled with his handsome face staring intently at me, his body leaves me in a state of desire.
I'm so lost in the feeling that before I know it, I'm taking so much of his cock that it's hitting the back of my throat, making me choke. My eyes slowly water, but I don't let that stop me. I know Dean enjoys me choking on his meat, so I keep taking more. Just because I'm gagging doesn't mean I can't keep going. There are only a few inches between my mouth and the base of his dick. He places his hands on mine and guides them to where he wants. He even wants to control the way I worship his body.
"Yeah, you like being my dirty little slut, don't you?" he groans.
I'm so lost in wanting to please him that I moan in agreement as I suck his cock. That doesn't seem to be enough for him since he roughly pulls me away. I try to take it back into my mouth, but he yanks my head up by the hair to face him. I barely notice the strands of spit sliding off my lips as I stare into his cruel but passionate eyes.
"Say it," he commands.
"Yes." I show no hesitation.
"Yes, what?"
"I like being your slut."
"Good boy," he approves before letting go of my hair, "Lick my balls now."
My head immediately slides down to his lower groin area before realizing I have no idea what to do. Last time I only sucked his dick. I didn't even pay any attention but to his nuts. Then again, I didn't know what I was doing that time either. I decide to follow my instincts. I grab onto Dean's cock with my hand and stroke it slowly. My hand slides up and down with ease since his dick is still coated in my spit.
My face leans in closer and I realize that his balls have a more potent smell that is extremely intoxicating. Dean clearly takes care of himself and keeps clean, but an entire day of moving around can still build up a sweat. Especially with all the testosterone that's clearly coursing throughout his body.
His balls are like two huge orbs hanging low. My nose rubs up against my hand stroking his dick as I place a kiss on his nuts. He lets out a soft moan, which prolongates as I keep kissing them. I breathe in deeply through my nose to take in more of his scent and before I know it, my tongue slips out of my mouth and licks across his ball sack. It's a strange salty taste but my tongue doesn't stop. It keeps circling slowly around his balls and every now and then my lips purse to kiss and show admiration for his nutsack. My hand keeps jerking him off, and I pick up the pace.
"Shit," he grunts as his grip on my head tightens, "Don't fucking stop."
Even with all the sex that I'm sure he gets, I doubt he's gotten much attention on his balls. The expressions on his face and loudness of his moans give him away. Usually he'll look me in the eyes but right now they're shut tight as he rolls his head back.
I'm glad to be pleasing him like this. I continue it by trying to take his balls into my mouth. I can only do one side at a time because they're so huge, but it still drives him crazy.
They feel warm in my mouth, and I lick them softly as my lips suck hungrily. He pulls on my hair for a second, and a quick, muffled moan erupts from my mouth. He seems to have enjoyed that sound because he pulls on my hair harder but keeps his knuckles pushing down on my head so as to not move my position. I give him what he wants and moan softly as I start going in on the other side of his nutsack.
"Oh my god, you're fucking perfect," he whispers in his sultry voice.
His words just make me become even more mindless. I can't control my actions. My hands have created their own rhythm as one strokes Dean's cock and the other runs down and caresses his chiseled body. My mouth has grown addicted to his balls as my tongue and lips continue to massage them. I can't stop worshipping and pleasing his body. His moans, words, and grunts are the only sounds I need to hear. I crave them. I crave his touch. I crave his approval. I crave his pleasure since his pleasure is mine. I've never felt so in-synch with someone like this.
Dean suddenly pulls me off him and his balls leave my mouth with a plop before he mutters, "I can't wait anymore."
He grabs onto each side of my head with his hands and slams his cock into my mouth. It only manages to slide in a few inches before hitting the back of my throat, causing me to choke. By reflex, I pull back but Dean's hands keep my head in place. I try my best to take his cock, but his forcefulness is unexpected. I can't keep up with him.
He starts fucking my throat rapidly, and every jab makes me cough, which just makes it more difficult to breathe. I gasp for breath but I'm only met with more of Dean's long cock. It feels like it's expanding my throat, which is slightly uncomfortable. Despite the roughness, I love how he's using me. I'm so lost in the experience that after a while I don't feel the pain of his dick being slammed down my throat. I keep gagging but I try to accustom myself to the feeling of taking his entire length. This is what I wanted, so I let him violate and fuck my throat.
A few tears stream down my cheek as I look Dean in the eyes. There's so much hunger in them. He doesn't just want his dick sucked. He wants me to be the one doing it. Every thrust into my mouth is confirmation that I'd let him do whatever to me, and he wants more. I'm beyond obsessed. I also need more and more of him. The pain and discomfort don't even match the desire I have for him.
Soon, I feel a couple more inches of his cock slide into my mouth. His cock is buried in my throat to the hilt. I panic but try to breathe through my nose calmly. He humps his hips forward, which is slightly painful. But the pain is quickly followed by a warm liquid that soothes my aching throat. I immediately realize what it is. He groans as he pulls his dick out. More and more cum shoots out of his cock, covering my throat. When he pulls the head of his dick out of my mouth, I gasp for air. I clutch my throat as I swallow his warm, thick cum.
It takes me a minute to gather myself. I'm lost in a daze. It felt like Dean was fucking my throat for hours. I didn't want the experience to stop, but I'm on this unbelievable high right now. Dean stoops down low enough so we're face to face. He gently tilts my head so I'm face to face with him. He wipes the last few tears off my face followed by the traces of spit around my mouth. He places a kiss on my lips and whispers, "Such a good fucking boy."
Within minutes, I'm nestled in Dean's arms, laying against his chest, as we make out. He continuously gropes my lower body and grinds against me. My hands roam across his hard stomach before he motions my hands to rub his lower area. Despite being dressed, I can clearly feel the outline of his fully hardened cock. He pulls away from my lips and places kisses across my neck.
"Fuck, do you ever stop being horny?" I ask.
"Do you even know me?" he chuckles while still attacking my neck.
He grabs my leg and positions me until I'm straddled over his waist. Soon he's lying on his back while I'm on top of him, kissing his lips once again. His hands rotate between my back and lower body, and I balance myself on his chest. The way he handles and caresses me is so delicate. Even though every action of his is filled with lust, there's also a sense of genuine passion.
I pull away for a second to look at him, and I'm just in shock of how far we've come. I never imagined I'd cheat on Mason. And I sure as hell never imagined it'd be with Dean. I'm realizing how long I had wanted him, and it just minimizes the guilt I should be feeling. I want to feel bad, but for some reason, I just don't anymore. I shouldn't feel bad for getting pleasure, and Dean gave it all to me. He sits up after I take too long to react and we're face to face.
'What's up?" he asks nonchalantly, however, I can sense a bit of concern in his voice.
"I just can't stop thinking about how insane this is."
"I know," he says as he kisses and nuzzles my neck, "It's fucking wild."
Every time his lips touch me, it renders me speechless. I forget what I was even talking about for a moment.
"Do you feel guilty at all?" I ask.
"No. Why would I when this feels great?"
He looks into my eyes with an intense stare, and I know he means it.
"Do you?" he asks me.
"I was, but... not so much anymore."
And I know I'm telling the truth. Does this make me a bad person? Do I even care? It's hard for me to tell at this point. It's like Dean said, all I can focus on is how great this feels.
He moves forward to tug on my ear with teeth before whispering, "Good."
I let out a deep breath as Dean continues to play with my body. I'm so lost in the moment that I barely hear my phone ring. I turn to see where it's at, but Dean grabs it from the dresser and lays back down calmly before answering it.
"Hey bud. What's up?" he says cheerfully.
My eyes widen. There's no way he's talking to Mason.
"Oh, I wanted to hang out with Caleb before you got out of your interview. Figured we'd all go out and celebrate afterwards."
I try to take the phone from his hand, but he turns over causing me to lose balance and fall off the bed. I curse as I stumble to the ground.
"That's awesome man. We'll head over to pick you up then."
He hangs up the phone, and I snatch it away from his hand after getting back up.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I snap. I can't stand how easily he causes my emotions to change. One minute I'm obsessed with him, the next I'm yelling at him.
"I'm telling you," Dean says as he calmly walks up to me, "You can relax. Mason's never gonna catch on."
His hands rise up to my face, and he gently pulls me in for a kiss.
"I'm just asking for you to stop fucking around like that," I plead once his lips leave mine, "It's frustrating."
"C'mon now. It's just a little fun."
"What did Mason say anyways?"
It turns out Mason got the job as a cashier, which he was really excited about. We decide to go out and eat since I'm happy for him and ready to celebrate with just the two of us, but Dean has to tag along. It makes me nervous to hang out with both Dean and Mason at the same time. Part of me trusts that Dean won't tell the truth, but he's so unpredictable I still have a hard time believing him. I also worry that Mason will somehow catch on to us. However, he seems to be more focused on telling us about his interview and how great it went.
I listen intently but every time Mason gets close, I worry he'll sense some trace of Dean on me and I back away. I don't think he's picked up on it, so I try to focus on his good news.
"When do you start?" I ask.
"I have to wait for all the paperwork to go through, but they said it should be a week before they call me to start training."
"Well you're gonna be busy pretty soon," Dean points out, "Having school and work."
"Yeah, but I figure I can handle it. We just won't have as much time to hang out."
"Well, no worries, I'm sure we'll find some time. Besides, I've got Caleb to keep me company."
He winks at me slyly, and I realize he's right. Mason's going to be really busy now. He's a senior, meaning he has to get ready for graduation, wrap up college applications, and still have class work on top of it. All while he's working. I don't even know how much I'll get to see him from now on. Soon enough, he'll be heading out to college, and I don't even know how far he'll be.
Mason must be able to sense what I'm thinking because he grabs my hand and says, "Hey, don't worry. I'm still going to make time for us. Promise."
I feel relaxed as he gently tightens his grip. I turn to Dean, who's staring right at our hands, almost with a grimace. I don't know if it's because his stare makes me uncomfortable or because I don't want to see him upset, but I let go of Mason.
"Good," I manage to reply.
After finishing our dinner and talking some more, Mason manages to get Dean to finally leave us alone. He congratulates Mason again before heading off. I can sense he doesn't want to leave us, but he knows not to be too suspicious.
"Is it just me or is he starting to cling around us more?" Mason asks as we head to my car.
"What do you mean? You guys are friends, you hang out all the time."
"I know, but he'll usually leave us alone when you're with me. Before he'd only wanna hang out when you were busy or something."
Panic starts to kick in because I thought he didn't notice these things, so I come up with an excuse, "Well, he hasn't really dated in a while. Maybe he just has more time on his hands."
"I guess you're right, anyways, what do you wanna do?"
It's a school night, and Dan has a curfew set for me. He's been so strict lately, specifically about Mason, that I don't want to risk anymore trouble. However, I don't want to leave Mason yet, and I still have time.
"I don't know, maybe we can celebrate some more," I say suggestively as I wrap my arms around him.
"Oh really? What'd you have in mind?"
"Just you and me. Alone." I kiss him gently.
"Sounds good to me."
"I don't know if we should go back to my place," I point out, "Dan might be there."
"We can always head to my place," suggests Mason, "My dad's out of town for some work."
"Fine, but I can't stay long."
"That's okay."
I don't normally go to Mason's house. His dad isn't exactly the warmest or most inviting person. However, he does some jobs out of town pretty often so I don't have to run into him, and Mason hasn't introduced me.
We leave in my car and soon end up at Mason's house. His driveway is empty, assuring his dad is out, but I still park in the street in case he does show up. Once we're inside, we head to his room. It's not long before we're laying down on his bed. He slides up behind me and wraps his arms around my body, holding me tightly but gently.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?" he asks
"What do you mean?"
"Me working. I could tell you seemed upset when Dean mentioned I'd have less time for you."
"I don't know," I mumble. This is hard for me to admit because I know Mason wants to work, "I guess I am a bit worried about you having less time for me."
"I wouldn't just set you to the side, babe. You know that."
"But you don't know how busy you're gonna get. You're a senior, Mason. You're just gonna keep getting busier and busier. And what if you end up leaving for college? I wanna be able to spend as much time as I can with you in case that happens."
"Hey, no matter what happens, I love you and that's not gonna change. We still have time left and nothing's been decided. We don't need to worry about these things right now."
I sigh as he starts to kiss the back of my neck. It's only a few soft pecks at first, but then he gently sucks at my skin.
"Maybe you just need a good distraction," he whispers into my ear. I moan in agreement.
He grinds against me for a bit, but I need to see him. We both shuffle around until we're sitting up. He's at the edge of the bed with his legs hanging over the side. Before he can move, I settle myself behind him and wrap my arms around his chest. I kiss at his neck and tell him, "I love you, Mason."
I say it not just for him but to reassure myself. He's still dressed in his outfit from his interview. A blue, checkered button-up with navy slacks. He looks so sexy in his attire, but I'd rather see his bare, beefy, muscular body. One by one, my fingers unbutton his shirt as I kiss the back of his neck. He grasps my arms gently and follows my direction. Once I'm finished I pull his shirt off, admiring every muscle on his back and arms as they come into view. Once it's off, I place it to the side and take my own off. I wrap my arms around him again and my hands glide slowly down his body, making sure I cover every inch. His skin is soft and sensitive, but the bulges I skim over remind me of how strong he is.
His breathing grows heavy and his hand slides back to grip at my waist. I can feel my heart beat faster as his hand slides down. Soon my hands reach his pants, and I gently rub my hand over his cock. I can feel it growing under my palm and Mason groans. His head tilts back so I can clearly see the pleasure on his face. It also gives me a better angle to look down at his lower body.
"Can I?" I ask.
"Please," he manages to moan.
I raise my hand slightly to lower them once again over his abs, and his body grows warmer as I near his crotch. I have to unbutton and zip down his pants, but I manage to pull them down just enough for his cock to pop out.
His grip on my waist tightens and his breath grows still as I grab his thickening cock. I can tell it's not fully hard yet even though I'm barely able to fully wrap my hand around it. I start tugging and pulling on his dick gently to jack him off, but I spit on it to help my hand glide easier.
Mason's groans become more intense, and his hand hovers over my ass before latching onto it. I let out a quick breath before I kiss my way up his shoulder to his neck. I breathe in his scent, not just through my nose but mouth. I want to take in every aspect of him that I can. The feeling of his skin enraptures me. My stomach and chest press against his back as my hand pleases his thick cock. I can feel the small beads of sweat emanating from his body before they stick to me. There's so much heat and passion between us. It's what I crave from him, but I'm insatiable. I need more.
My other hand wanders away from his chest and before sliding past his dick and fondling his balls.
"Fuck," he mumbles as I massage and roll them in my hand.
I've lost a bit of my balance and tilt forward, pressing closer against Mason. He's so tall, I have to position myself just right so I can see from the right angle. I don't know what's come over me, but I can't stop myself. I can't tell if I get more pleasure from the feeling of Mason's skin against mine or from knowing how much I'm pleasing him.
"You make me feel so good, babe," he moans.
Suddenly it hits me. This is what Dean is turning me into. He makes my pleasure come from his own. I only feel aroused when he affirms my actions that satisfy him. I don't just crave him but his pleasure. And that need for approval has clearly transferred to Mason. I only want to make him feel good and know that I'm the one doing this to him. I tighten my grip on his cock and jack him off more swiftly. My hand glides up and down every inch that it can, and I rotate my wrist as I do so. His body starts to convulse, and my desire takes over me further.
"Do you love me?" I whisper into his ear.
"Yes, baby," he manages to moan. I slow down, which makes him groan. His hand claws at my ass before his fingers dig into my flesh. It's a bit painful, but I know it's because he wants me to keep going.
"Say it." It's not so much a demand as it is a need for validation.
"Fuck, yes Caleb, I fucking love you. Just don't stop."
I pick up the pace and Caleb massages my ass while I keep stroking him. I move my other hand back to his shoulder to gain a better position as I keep jacking him off. His nails drag against my skin and he moans for me to keep going. I happily oblige.
My arm slides up and down on his smooth skin as I rub him down from the head of his cock to its base. My head hangs over his shoulder to focus on stroking him, which gives him the perfect angle to kiss and gnaw at my neck.
He lets out small grunts, and I can feel his dick pulsing more and more. I know he's close so I move my hand as fast as I can, which is all he needs. He groans and leans back into me as his body spasms from cumming. His dick spurts a large load that shoots onto the floor. We're not quite used to being this intimate yet, so he's a fast shooter. But I don't mind it, so long as he's enjoying himself.
"Fuck, that was amazing," he says after catching his breath.
I can only laugh in agreement as I settle in next to him. I'm breathless as well, and my hand is once again sore from wrapping around his thick pole. He feels so warm right now, and I'm comfortable resting in his arms. I nestle up next to him for a few minutes, and we lay in silence.
"Hey, you do know I love you, right?" he asks as he strokes my hair.
"Yeah."
"When we were doing... that, why did you ask me?"
I consider it for a moment, "I don't know."
I know that he does, but there are always those moments when doubt creeps in. Did I just ask for fun? Or had I really doubted Mason in that moment? I could feel him. Through our intimacy, there was so much lust, passion, and longing. However, it didn't feel matched. He was satisfied with what we did, but I wanted more. No, I needed it.
I love him so much, but there are cracks. Dean managed to seep in and deepen them. He only confuses and manipulates me further. I can feel him with every intimate touch between Mason and me. He's taught me the pleasure I can feel from someone else's satisfaction, it all stems from him. He's like a scar, and I worry that every moment will be like this. I convinced myself into believing that if Mason doesn't want pleasure from me, it means he doesn't love me. That's why so much of my sexual desire has attached itself to Dean. I know how much he wants me, and he never lets me forget.
"Hey," he said as he tilts my head up to meet his gaze, "Don't ever doubt that I love you. I'm crazy for you."
"I know. I love you, Mason."
He places his lips on mine, and soon our tongues dance in ecstasy. He pulls me closer to him. I feel myself go limp as he takes control of my mind and body. I can sense how much he craves me from his deep kiss. He's never kissed me like this before. His lips are rough but sensual, and his hands cling to and caress my body. I feel wanted by him.
He pulls away and gently presses his forehead against mine, "You make me so happy."
I don't even let the guilt set in. I focus on how much I care for him. That love is real, it's still there. And I can feel him returning it.
We lay in his bed for a few more minutes. We don't fool around much more other than making out here and there for a few seconds. Time continues to pass, and I know it's getting late. I have to get going since Dan wants me home before dark. However, I'm so exhausted at the moment, and I feel relaxed just being next to Mason. Laying up next to him, feeling him against me. I don't want our moment to end. I figure I can wait a bit longer.
Without realizing, Mason and I dozed off. When I wake up, the first thing I notice is how dark it is. I feel disoriented for a moment, completely unaware of where I am. It isn't until I feel Mason stirring next to me that I realize I'm still in his bed. Even though it's dark, I don't think Dan will be that upset since it can't be that late. As I sit up, I grab my phone to check the time. My eyes immediately widen. 1:02 AM.
"Fuck!" I exclaim.
Mason stirs awake, "What? What is it?"
I can't even answer him as I scroll through Dan's messages and missed calls. I left my phone on silent.
"I have to go. Dan's gonna fucking kill me."
"Shit, what time is it?" he says groggily.
"It's late," I answer as I start throwing and pulling on my clothes frantically. I'm in such a rush I don't even turn to look at him.
"Caleb, I'm sorry," he offers as I grab my things.
"It's fine, I just need to go."
"Let me walk you out at least."
As soon as we walk out his front door, headlights illuminate the driveway. At first, I think it's Mason's father, however, it turns out to be just as bad. I pause, realizing it's Dan. I'm so fucked.
He steps out of his car and slams the door shut loud enough for the whole street to hear.
"Dan, I-" I try to explain.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" he fumes.
"I- We fell asleep. I didn't think it'd get so late."
"Get in your car and go straight home. We're not talking about this here."
"Dan, I'm sorry," Mason tries to help, "We really didn't-"
"Shut up!" Dan interrupts, "I honestly don't care what you have to say."
I start walking to my car when Mason yells, "You know what, fuck you!"
"Mason!" I turn around in shock.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Dan asks angrily.
"I'm sorry, Caleb. But I'm tired of your brother treating me like shit. It was a goddamn mistake."
Dan steps towards him angrily, "You don't talk to me like that."
"Oh, but what, you get to? I don't deserve this. I love Caleb, I treat him right, and I respect him. I'm not fucking trash."
Mason's hands are clenched tight to the point of turning white and shaking. Dan's getting dangerously close to him. If Mason loses control, there's no stopping him.
"Bullshit. You call this treating him right? I've been up all night worrying about him. I always have to worry about him when he's with you. And top of that you're making him keep secrets."
Shit. I feel a deep pit in my stomach. What if Dan starts to tip Mason off?
"What are you even talking about? You're just making shit up now."
"Caleb, I'm not telling you again, get in your fucking car," he yells at me before turning back to Mason, "And you, you're done. I don't want you near my brother ever again."
"No, fuck that," Mason reaches out and pulls me by the arm towards him before I can even react, "You can't make me leave him."
Dan steps forward but immediately stops. I can tell he's considering the situation. He's not weak and could probably take on Mason. But he's a teacher. He can't come to a student's house and get in a fight. He gives me a look, and I understand. I grab Mason and turn him around, away from Dan.
"Mason, just calm down. Don't do anything you'll regret."
His face turns red, and I can tell he's crying.
"Babe," he says weakly, "You can't- don't leave me. I need you."
I immediately hug him, and he holds me tightly. I have to stand on my toes so that we're at least near the same height, but he pulls me up.
"I won't," I assure him, "I told you. I love you, Mason."
He breathes in deeply, "I'm sorry, Caleb. I fucked up."
"No, just let me talk to Dan. It'll be ok, babe."
"Caleb, let's go," Dan says more calmly.
Mason hugs me tight once more before releasing me. We kiss softly, and I finally let go. He can't even turn around to see me as I walk to my car. I can't bear to leave him, but Dan waits in his car until I drive off. I don't know what's going to happen between us now. This entire situation blew up too fast and got out of control. Now I'm really afraid that Dan is going to draw the line.
He drives behind me the entire time. I grow nervous as we near the house. I have no idea what to expect. It probably wouldn't have been that bad if Mason hadn't argued with Dan, but nothing can change that now. Once we get to the house, I breathe slowly to calm myself before leaving the car. I want Dan to know that I'm not leaving Mason but arguing isn't going to help my case. We both walk into the living room and stand in awkward silence for a few seconds before he finally breaks the tension.
"What were you thinking?"
"It really was an accident," I plead, "We fell asleep. I didn't think it would get that late."
"And what about Mason? Did you hear him just right now? If that's how he talks to me, I can't imagine what he tells you when you're alone. You can't be with someone like that, Caleb."
"Dan, it was just in the moment. You know Mason's not like that-"
"No, Caleb," Dan quickly interjects, "He is like that. All the fights and arguments he's had. That's who he is."
"You're wrong. I know he can have a bad temper, but he really does treat me right. Besides, you're the one that came in angry. It really was a mistake."
"I'm sorry, but I don't think you can be with him."
"What? You- you can't make me break up with him."
"Caleb, I'm in charge of you. I have to take care of you, and I don't think being with Mason is safe for you."
I'm in shock. I never thought Dan would actually make me break up with Mason, and yet here we were.
"I'm not in danger with him. He would never hurt me."
"We're not having this argument."
"I'm 16, Dan. You can't tell me who I can and can't be with. That's bullshit."
"I said, I am done arguing with you about this. It's late and you still have school tomorrow. You need to go to bed."
I don't have the energy to argue with him anymore, so I listen. Besides, I'm sure he's still upset from what just happened, and it's not the best time to discuss the situation. I start to head off to my room, but Dan stops me.
"Caleb, your phone," he holds out his hand expectantly.
"Are you serious?"
He doesn't respond and continues to hold out his hand. I comply and shove my phone into his hand before storming off to my room. I collapse on my bed and barely get any sleep that night. I'm too worried about Mason.
The next morning, I find out that Dan took my keys. His way of grounding me is that I pretty much have to follow him everywhere from now on. I have to leave to and from school with him every day. In the mornings, before class, and during lunch, I have to sit with him in his room. Even after school, I have to wait until he's done with work to leave with him. I'm still letting him cool off from last night, so I don't push him over the Mason situation. However, I am nervous that he is being serious about me breaking up with him. He never said anything final. Just that we weren't arguing about the situation further.
After Dan explained the rules of my punishment, we didn't talk at all. While driving to school and sitting in his class, we didn't exchange words. It was an awkward situation for us. He was my brother and I loved him, but it was unfamiliar for him to take on such a parental role. He always set limits, but he could be lenient. This is something completely new for both of us. I don't know how to feel about it.
Since Dan took my phone, I can't even text Mason. There's no way for me to meet with him since he's a grade above, and we're in completely different classrooms. We don't even pass each other in the halls. I keep thinking about the look on his face yesterday. I had never seen him that emotional before. He was really afraid to lose me. I hate that it had to come to this for me to realize how much he did care for me. All I can do is think about him and worry. And the only person there to console him is Dean. I can't even imagine what he could be telling him right now. I'm sure Dean is just eating this up. Although I don't want to deal with him, I have French with him at the end of the day. I can ask him how Mason's doing. However, I'm sure he'll have other things on his mind that he'll want to talk about.
For once, I anxiously wait for Dean before our class starts. I have to talk to him beforehand and find out how Mason is. When he walks in, I can already tell from the smug look on his face that he knows everything that happened. It almost infuriates me, but I have to keep myself in check so I can get information from him.
He sits down nonchalantly, and I immediately ask, "How's Mason?"
"Well damn kid. I'm fine, but I appreciate the concern."
"Dean, please. I'm serious, how is he?"
He sighs, "He's pretty wrecked, but he's pissed at your brother too."
"Dean, please. Don't let him do anything crazy."
"Why? It doesn't affect me. I honestly don't give a shit."
"I'm asking you," I make sure that no one's watching as I place my hand on his leg, "Please."
He glances downwards and grazes his hand across mine, almost holding it. As our teacher gets ready to start class, he lets me go.
"Tell him yourself. He said to meet him at the restrooms by the cafeteria during last period."
I feel a sense of relief. I'm also somewhat surprised Dean was willing to relay that information. The bathrooms by the cafeteria are usually empty during the end of the day since they're a bit of a walk from the other classrooms. It'll give me the perfect chance to meet up with Mason without having to worry about Dan being nearby to catch us. I can't even focus throughout class. I need to see Mason and tell him that we'll be okay. The entire situation is still so hard for me to process. It escalated quickly, and I had no control. The uncertainty about our problem was eating at me.
By the time my next class starts, I immediately ask to go to the bathroom. I can't waste any time, so once I'm given permission, I rush over to where Mason wants us to meet. When I get there, he hasn't arrived yet. I wait a while until I hear some footsteps approaching. However, my hopes quickly drop when I see who's coming through the door.
"I can't believe I actually listened to you," I snap at Dean.
"Well I didn't fully lie," he claims, "Mason did want to meet you. He just wanted you to meet him last period."
That means Mason waited for me, and I never came. I feel anger brewing inside me, and I can't stand to look at Dean right now. I try to storm off, but he blocks my path.
"Hey, c'mon kid," he says smoothly after he closes the door behind him, "We're already here. Might as well have some fun."
As soon as he grabs me, I shove him off.
"You're such a fucking asshole."
He backs me into a corner and leans into my ear, "Yeah, but you love it."
He spins me around and pushes me against the wall.
"Dean," I struggle, "Not now."
However, I can already feel my willpower giving away. The anger I had for him is fading, but it's such a conflicting feeling. I shouldn't be giving into him after what he pulled, but I can't help it. I don't want to miss these rare opportunities we have together.
"We're in school," I argue weakly.
"Like you give a shit," he retorts as my mind wanders, "You get me so hot when you do this. You wanna play the role of the devoted boyfriend while still having the taste of my dick in your mouth."
He licks the back of my ear, and I shudder.
"Can you still taste my cum, baby? Or do you need more?"
I whimper as he thrusts his crotch into my ass. I can feel his hard cock, and it makes my hole pulse. Any thoughts of Mason have already melted away. As concerned as I am for him, there's nothing I can do right now. Dean is in control of my mind now, and he knows it.
He slaps my ass, and I moan. He keeps his hand in place, and his other hand worms its way towards the front of my pants.
"All I could think about after fucking your pretty mouth was doing the same to that tight little ass."
His breath feels warm on the back of my neck. My head curls back, closer to him.
"Just the thought of tearing that virgin hole open drives me fucking wild. I can already hear you screaming and moaning my name."
My heart pounds faster, and I find it difficult to breathe. I know that Dean locked the door, but we're still at school. I feel so vulnerable and exposed, but at the same time it turns me on. Dean doesn't care, and his recklessness is contagious.
"I know you fucking want me. No matter what you say or how much you talk about Mason. But I'm not gonna give it to you until you're begging me to claim that hole. Until then, I'll give you a little taste of what you need."
Dean unbuttons my pants and yanks them down to my knees. Before I can react, he slips two fingers into my mouth. I'm taken by surprise, but I immediately lick and suck on them. He kisses and sucks on my neck as I do so. I'm not even worried about hickeys. All I know is that once again, Dean has managed to turn me into some brainless sex toy. Now all I want is to do what he wants me to.
At first, Dean slips his fingers in calmly and pushes them in my tongue. Then he starts jamming them in, closer to my throat, and my eyes water. I gag which lubricates his fingers more, but I think he also wants to hear the sound of me choking. My eyes water, and I have trouble breathing. He keeps grinding his dick against me, and the rough fabric of his jeans rub onto my bare ass. It's rough, but I love the feeling.
After a few more seconds, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth. Strands of saliva stick to them as he guides his fingers towards my hole. I let out quiet moans and breaths after his rough treatment of my mouth. His hand cups my ass, but he stops there.
"Say the words," he whispers.
I know I should stop now, but I can't. It's no longer an option.
"Please, Dean. Do it."
He kisses the back of my neck, "Good boy."
One finger slides into my ass, and I gasp. Instead of sliding in and out, Dean pushes his hand against my hole. It feels like he keeps fingering me deeper and deeper with each thrust. I have to bite my lips to keep myself from making noise. However, it proves to be impossible when I let out a yelp after he roughly slides out and back inside. Dean shushes me as he curls his finger inside me.
Dean brings his other hand up to my neck and tightens his grip. Moans of ecstasy are all that come out of my mouth. Feeling Dean's roughness and intense desire make me more complacent. Now I'm just waiting to see what he does next.
Without warning, his second finger slips into me. It spreads out my hole further, causing me to groan. It's brief at first, but as Dean continues his attack on my hole, I whimper and moan. His other hand shoots from my neck to my mouth, immediately covering it. He squeezes tightly, and pain spreads through my jaw. He doesn't lift the pressure, and I'm now concerned he'll leave a mark. But he couldn't care less. He slips his hand out of me briefly to give a quick, but hard slap to my ass.
"Jerk yourself, kid."
His patronizing nickname now sounds like a term of endearment, and I blissfully oblige to his commands. I start stroking my cock and try to focus on the feeling of Dean fingering me. All the pain and pleasure it's causing me. His pace has quickened. He pushes deeper into me and curls his finger up pressing hard, like he's trying to find my prostate. I can't tell if he's successful, but I'm already getting close to blowing my load.
Dean continues to be rough while finger-fucking me, and my jaw is turning numb from the pressure of his hand covering my mouth. My muffled moans seem to fuel his lust, and he thrusts his body forward as he keeps pushing his fingers into me. My body tilts back and slams forward repeatedly against the wall. Almost everything about this is painful, but I'm lost in a sexual bliss that blocks out the pain.
"Can you imagine what it'll be like when I fuck you for real?" he whispers in a tantalizing voice, "I'm gonna make sure it's just you and me, alone. I won't even cover your mouth. I wanna hear you scream and beg for more."
He pummels his fingers in and out at an unimaginable rhythm, and my eyes roll back. I don't even know how his hand is able to slam in and out of me at such a fast pace without feeling awkward from the angle. He hasn't slowed down once, and the pressure on my hole continually increases. He's clearly experienced. I can easily imagine that he is fucking me. I can picture him diving into me like an animal, spreading my hole and tearing apart my insides with his brutal cock. He's already this harsh with his fingers. He'll be far less gentle when he's using his fuck- stick, which has all his sexual frustration built up. As much as I want him is how much he wants me. He doesn't just want to fuck me. He wants to take my virginity. He wants to destroy my virgin hole and make sure I always remember he did it. With every thrust and every word, I can sense his intentions. Despite still having the resistance to let him fuck me, the fantasy of him being my first elates me.
My body spasms, and it's not just from being close to cumming. It's Dean's touch. I can't handle it. He's driving me wild with lust and desire. I want more, but I'm too afraid to give in. I have to settle for him fingering me, but even then, he's able to satisfy me. He's not jacking off, I'm not sucking on his dick, and I'm doing anything to him. However, I can still sense his pleasure. It stems from his knowledge that he can do what he wants to me. Every second I let him touch and manipulate my body is more reassurance of his dominance over me.
He thrusts into me one more time, and I'm smashed in between the wall and his body. My dick is pressed up against the wall as well, and I can't jack off anymore, but I don't need to. My dick spurts out my load, and I let out one final moan.
Dean uncovers my mouth and slips his fingers out of my ass. He rubs the remaining spit on my lips, and I hungrily clean his fingers. My body feels weak, but Dean wraps his arms around me and holds me up. He kisses me from my neck to the back of my ear. He tilts my head until my lips meet his. He devours me in a kiss, and I only sink further into his body. His hand slowly slides up my leg, caressing it.
"I can feel you shaking baby. Just remember I did that to you."
He pulls away and my body starts to ease up. However, before I can turn, Dean slaps my ass hard enough that I stumble into the wall. He presses his body against me and breathes on my neck.
"Mason can touch you all he wants, but you're mine now. You belong to me."
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