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8
Dean's words strike a nerve. Mainly because I don't feel the urge to argue back since I'm too worn out from the sensation of him fingering me so roughly. However, part of me worries that he's right. It's like he's in full control of me. To the point of owning me. It's frustrating to me that I give in to his needs so easily, but I manage to fall for it every time.
I pull up my pants, realizing I need to get going since I've been gone from class too long. Dean leans against a sink, studying me, as I try to regain my composure. He's not asking for anything in return, strangely enough. All he wanted was for me to cum, but I know there was more in it for him than it seems. It's more than just his own personal pleasure. It's like he said: he owns me, but he still needs reassurance himself.
"What's going through your head, kid?" Dean inquires.
"A lot," I'm not in much of a mood to explain, but Dean pushes.
"Hmm, so many thoughts for such a pretty little head."
"What the fuck do you care? You got what you wanted."
"I can get what I want from you and still worry about you," he says as he slowly stands behind me. His hands caress my waist, and he starts kissing my neck. I know I can't keep giving into him, but I've already found that I don't have the strength to control my desire.
"What do you think?" he whispers into my ear, "I just wanna get my nut and ditch you. Nah, I want you to know pleasure and know that you can only feel it when I touch you."
"Mason makes me feel good," I mumble.
He grabs my dick through my jeans, and I gasp.
"Mason doesn't touch you like I do."
His other hand slaps my ass, and I press closer into him. With just one hand, he grips my ass so tightly that he's standing me up on my toes. Our lips are just an inch away from touching.
"You have no idea what I'd do to your body if you just let me."
I'm speechless right now. I should be pushing him away and leaving, but I'm too entranced by him.
Without warning, he lets me go before saying, "Make sure I don't have any trouble getting in through your window tonight."
Before I can argue, he's already gone. Fuck. Knowing him, he's most likely serious. I can't even text him not to come since Dan took my phone. I could still catch up to Dean, but part of me does want to see him later.
True to his word, Dean shows up at my window late at night. I had to stay awake just to make sure he didn't try to get in while I was asleep or make any noise to wake me up. As he climbs in my room, I have to motion for him to be quiet.
"Why the fuck are you here?" I whisper, "You know I'm still grounded. I can't even have anyone over. Especially not this late."
"Sorry, did you want me to show up while your brother was still awake?" he taunts.
"No, I didn't want you to show up at all."
Despite my coldness, he sits back on my bed and settles in. He's never had any trouble making himself comfortable before, so it's no surprise.
"Why are you here?" I keep questioning him, "Isn't it enough for you to fuck with me at school?"
"Come here," he motions me over as he scoots to the edge of the bed.
I slowly walk over to him and stand at the foot of the bed between his open legs. The room is dark, but there's enough moonlight to see his intense, green eyes staring up at me. I'm already under his spell. Any anger I have washes away, and once again I belong to him.
He tugs at my shirt, "Why is this still on?"
Without speaking, I pull my shirt off and my hands fall to his shoulders. He slides his hands behind me until his fingers intertwine over the small of my back and he pulls me into him.
I feel like I'm about to stumble into his body from how weak my legs are. He pulls me in close enough that I have to lift my knees onto the bed so that I'm straddling his lap. Our bodies connect like a puzzle, and I nestle into his arms. The longer he touches me, the weaker my resolution becomes. It only worsens when he starts kissing my chest, and his mouth slowly moves down my body across my stomach. He's too tall so I have to lean back so that he can move his mouth downwards. I grow nervous because we're on the edge of the bed and it feels like I'll fall, but Dean is so strong he's able to hold me up.
With each kiss, I feel myself growing impatient. I need more from him, and he knows it. Every touch is torture and makes me want him more. My desire is so insatiable, yet he manages to satisfy me. However, I can only feel that satisfaction when he allows it.
Once we're both sitting upright, he releases me to take off his shirt. Even with the small amount of moonlight, I can see his amazing body. It's so ingrained into my memory that I'm able to fill in the gaps. I lean forward but he pushes his palm against my chest to keep me in place. He slides further back on my mattress until he spreads his legs open so obscenely that I can see the outline of his dick through his sweats. He looks so hot just half-dressed. I can only stare in awe.
"Take off those shorts," he commands.
I quickly pull them down and off, leaving me only in my grey briefs, before Dean motions me to join him. Just from his gaze, I know what he wants. I get on my bed on all fours and crawl my way in between his legs. I come face to face with him. Our lips almost brush as he whispers, "You know what to do."
I do. I kiss his neck at first and nibble at the skin. I slowly begin to work my way down. My lips feel the curve of his pecs, the crease in each muscle, and I feel like I've grown so used to his body. Every inch feels so familiar. I know which spots to pay more attention to, and how much he loves me worshipping his body. I feel like I owe this to him for the pleasure he's made me feel.
Dean starts running his hand through my hair, and I realize now how much I love when he does that. It feels like confirmation that what I'm doing is right, and I'm pleasing him.
Soon I feel the heat emanating from his crotch. The bulge is so noticeable that it's clear he's not wearing any underwear. His sweats are still in the way, but I immediately start pulling them down. His hard cock creates more friction, and I meet some resistance as I try to free it. However, my mouth only waters more as I uncover his cock inch by inch until it's finally free.
I don't even have to think about it as I take his warm tool into my mouth. I'm met with the salty taste of his precum, which I immediately lap up with my tongue. I feel as if it's the only thing that could satisfy my thirst. I spend a few seconds suckling on the head of his huge cock before my tongue starts swirling downwards with my mouth following. I look up to see Dean's eyes. He's comfortably laying back with his hands behind his head. I don't know what it is, but his nonchalant body language makes me even more turned on by him.
I focus on his dick and trying to relax my throat. Last time I sucked him off, I had gotten a bit more used to his enormous meat but still had a hard time. My lips slowly descend on his cock and saliva pools in my mouth before it drips down, coating his dick in my spit. It allows my hand to slide up and down faster to cover the parts of his cock that I haven't reached yet.
It isn't long before I start gagging and choking on his monster cock. I do my best to breathe through my nostrils, but his dick keeps poking the back of my throat. I do my best to power through it and keep sucking on his massive tool. It feels as though his cock is taking up all the space in my throat, which is probably why I have such a hard time getting any air. Dean starts to moan, and his eyes are shut tight. Thankfully he's quiet enough that I think Dan won't hear him, but it still causes me to be more apprehensive.
I slow down and Dean notices it enough that he grabs onto the back of my head with one hand and shoves me down, "C'mon you're almost there."
It's only about an inch that he's pushed me down on, but with the girth of his cock, it's enough to make me cough. I feel his dick pulsing in my throat. It's so warm and thick that it distracts from his rough throat fuck.
"Look up at me," he whispers before I tilt my head up to make eye contact with him, "I wanna see the look on your face when I bottom out in your throat."
I keep moving my mouth downwards, and I place my hand on Dean's thigh to balance myself.
"No, put your hands behind your back," he commands, "I just wanna feel your mouth."
I listen and bring my arms behind my back slowly. However, as soon as my hands touch, my upper body falls forward and my mouth smacks into the base of Dean's cock. I panic for a second. His entire length is in my throat. Normally I can just push myself off, but my brain can't manage to figure how to work my hands again. I cough and can feel every inch Dean's cock shifting and pulsing in my throat. I try to breathe in every bit of air I can.
Dean's eyes are merciless and hungry. Through his intense stare, I can sense the pleasure he's feeling, and suddenly any pain I was feeling subsides. I force myself to stay in place and breathe as much as I can through my nose. My tongue slowly swirls around Dean's cock, causing him to groan.
I lift up my chest, and my mouth slowly lifts off his length leaving a thick trail of spit. I hollow my cheeks to suck on his cock as I make my way up to its head. Tears stream down my cheeks after gagging so much. I must look like a mess, but Dean still has that same lustful, hungry look on his face. This is what he wants to see me as. A cock-hungry slut. And I want to give him what he wants.
When I feel that only the bulbous head of his dick is in my mouth, I take in a deep breath and move my mouth down again. Dean didn't seem to expect this, and his head tilts back in pleasure. I'm determined to take his entire length again. With all the spit I left behind, my mouth slides down easier. This time I go down much quicker, and Dean bottoms out in my throat again. It's less uncomfortable this time, and the reassurance of his moans soothes me.
Dean grabs onto my shoulder and slowly pushes me off his dick. It leaves my mouth with a plop, and I moan, craving to have it in my throat again.
"Stick out your tongue," he says.
I oblige and he starts slapping his cock against my tongue. He won't push it in my mouth. He simply teases me with it. However, I still crave every touch I manage to get.
Out of the corner of my eye, I manage to see Dean grab something from the nightstand. It only takes a second for me to realize it's a phone, which he points right at me.
"Dean, what the fuck are you doing?" I ask as I pull away.
"What do you think?" he responds. I push the hand with his phone down.
"Are you insane? I'm not gonna let you record this."
"C'mon babe it'll be so fucking hot."
The thought of Dean looking back on a video of me sucking him off does excite me, but I can't risk him having it.
"No, there's no way I'm gonna let you have a video of me sucking your dick."
"C'mon Caleb. I promise you I'll never show Mason. And besides there's no way I'll show anyone a video of some guy sucking me off. It'll just be for you and me. Well, mostly for me."
I think about it. If Dean really did want to expose me, he would've done it by now. And I can't deny how hot the idea of him jerking off to a video of me giving him a blowjob is.
"You promise?" I ask him.
He pulls me in for a kiss and promises, "I swear. You know I can keep a secret."
I nod my head slowly, and he grins.
"Good boy."
The flash from his phone hits my eyes. It's a bit uncomfortable, but I let Dean guide me through it. With his free hand, he keeps slapping his dick on my mouth. My eyes are drawn to the camera. I want him to see my eyes when he looks back on the video. I want him to know how much I crave him.
"Who's your man?" he taunts me as he pulls his dick away.
"You are," I moan as I try to taste his cock again, but he softly shoves me back.
"I'm what?"
"You're my man, Dean. And I'm all yours."
"That's it," he says as he feeds me his dick again, "I'm your man baby. I know what my slut needs. I'll take good fucking care of you."
I continue sucking his dick and inhaling his scent, which drives me wild. Every part of his essence just hypnotizes me, and my lust for him is uncontrollable. Soon my mouth is fucking itself on his cock, and I'm oblivious to any pain or discomfort.
Dean manages to suppress his moans by grabbing the back of my head and fucking my throat harder. Every jab causes a jolt in my body and tears slowly stream down my face. Dean gently rubs them away with his thumb.
"Of fuck, don't stop I'm so close baby."
I slightly pick up the pace and tighten my grip on Dean's cock. I'm stroking and sucking on every inch of his dick wildly before he suddenly grabs onto both sides of my head and slams me downwards. I choke but feel warm spurts of cum shooting straight down my throat. I try to pull away for breath, but Dean keeps me planted in his junk until the very last drop.
When he finally loosens his grip, I have to bury my face in a pillow to gasp for breath. It doesn't let me get much air, but I can't risk Dan hearing me. My throat feels sore, and it hurts to swallow. This is probably the roughest blowjob I've given Dean so far. I can't even move. I'm lying face down beside Dean, and my body's still on a high. Even though he came, I'm still in a lustful daze.
Dean piles himself on top of me, and I feel the air leave my body from the pressure of his weight. He kisses the back of my neck and tugs at my skin with his teeth.
"You did a good job, baby," he whispers in my ear, "I think it's time you get a reward."
He continues kissing my neck, but his mouth slowly moves down my spine, making me shiver. I'm unsure of where he's taking this, but it's such an amazing feeling that I really don't care. When Dean reaches the small of my back, I wonder what he'll do next. He grabs onto the waistband of my briefs and slides them off before tossing them to the side.
I sense movement, and when I look back, Dean is kneeling above me with his legs on each side of me. If his dick weren't so big and hard, it'd be against my ass instead of standing straight up.
"Look at that sweet, virgin hole," he moans as he gropes my ass and spreads it open.
I suddenly feel something cold sliding towards my hole, which makes me shiver. Dean pushes his finger up against it, and I realize it's his spit. He rubs it gently without sliding inside me, and I moan.
"It's ok baby, your man knows what you need."
Before I can react, Dean licks a fat strike across my hole. I have to bite my blanket so that I don't make any noise from the sudden, intense pleasure. Dean spreads me open again and starts licking the area around my hole. My hands claw at the mattress below me as I try to accustom myself to this new sensation.
"Oh fuck," I groan, unable to form a cohesive thought.
"Yeah, feels good doesn't it?" Dean mumbles as he keeps licking around my hole. I can only moan in agreement.
Dean's fingers mimic the motion of his tongue, and he gently applies pressure. I feel like I should tell him to stop, but I want more. It feels like hours have passed before he pulls away. Dean blows against the area he's dragged his tongue across, and my eyes roll back from the coolness.
Dean slaps both of my ass cheeks before diving in without warning. This time, he really starts rimming me. He's completely animalistic. He's licking and gnawing at my hole, occasionally biting my ass. It feels like he's trying to slide his tongue inside me while teasing me at the same time. I have to stifle my moans by continuing to bite on my blanket.
"Fuck, sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," he moans before he goes back to eating me out.
I thought Dean was experienced before, but I can't even describe what he's doing now. I'm sure he's eaten out girls before, but now I'm certain he's had more than enough practice. With every lick and brush of his tongue, I can tell this is something he's completely familiar with. Dean is just a sex god, and he knows how to please someone.
My legs lock from the intense pleasure, but Dean still manages to spread my ass open. He wiggles his tongue across my hole and puckers his lips on it. Meanwhile he gropes my ass and digs his nails into me. He's rough and it hurts slightly, but any pain is completely outweighed by the incredible feeling of his tongue. Dean smacks it again and orders me to arch my back. I obey, and he pushes my face further into the mattress to make my ass stand out more. With his free hand, he tilts my head sideways while still applying pressure and holds his palm open.
"Spit in my hand, kid."
There it is. That same patronizing nickname that takes on a whole new meaning when we're being intimate. He's only a year older than me, but I think it just emphasizes the fact that Dean is far more experienced than I am. I do as he says, and he begins to slide his hand underneath me. He starts stroking my hard cock, and it feels like I'm on cloud nine.
Dean continues to rim me, and the placement of his hands forces him to lean further into me. He's eating me out even more furiously, and it matches the pace at which he's stroking me. My hole quivers as Dean continues to try and slide his tongue into my tight sphincter, and precum flows from my dick as Dean keeps jacking me off.
He stops applying pressure to my head, and I immediately feel his finger slide into my hole. He's gotten it slick enough that he's able to slide two fingers in and out of me with ease. As he does so, his tongue keeps flickering at my hole, which allows him to finger me harder and faster.
"Oh fuck, Dean," I whisper.
He bites on my ass and sucks on the skin. I know he'll leave a bruise, but I don't care. I can only whimper as he keeps finger fucking me and marking my ass. He kisses the bruise and says, "See, I told you. I'm the only one who can make you feel this way."
He jams his fingers in me until his knuckles stretch my hole. He can't go in any further, but he slides his fingers in a circular motion inside me and slowly applies more and more pressure. He's still stroking my cock, and he rotates his hand as he slides it up and down. It feels like he's punching the inside of my hole with his two fingers, and I let out small grunts with each thrust.
Dean presses his finger roughly inside me, and it's all I need to finish. My chest and stomach press firmly onto the mattress, and my legs shake as I shoot my load. About six jets of cum shoot out of me, and each one makes my body convulse. It takes me about a minute before my body finally relaxes.
Dean slides his fingers out of me before saying, "Holy shit, I swear I felt your hole get tighter when you came."
He flips me onto my back and places one hand on my throat. It's not rough to the point where he's choking me, but he's able to keep me in place. With his other hand, he rubs his fingers across my lips. I realize he's rubbing my cum onto them. He lowers his head and licks my lips before we make out. He swaps my cum between our mouths, and I can feel his tongue swirling and dancing with mine. It's like our mouths are wrestling, but he has all the control. He's so strong and forceful in his kiss, that my tongue manages to move with his movements alone.
We take a few minutes for our bodies to settle, and I lay next to Dean. He gently rubs across my chest and stomach, and I'm entranced by his touch. I roll over to lean into his body, and he wraps his arm over my shoulder before kissing my forehead. This sort of intimacy feels unusual from him, but I'm not going to fight it.
"You can't come over while Dan is here," I tell him, "I could get in a lot of trouble"
"That's what makes it fun," he points out as he starts kissing my neck.
A small moan escapes my lips, but I try to maintain my resolution.
"I'm serious, Dean. You can't come over unannounced."
He slithers his way up to my ear and whispers, "So you didn't like what we just did?"
The sensations of his rimming almost arouses me again.
"Of course I did, I just can't risk Dan finding us."
"Fine. I'll try to be more careful, but I can't promise anything if I'm too horny and I need you," he says as he squeezes my leg.
Hearing him say he needs me catches me off guard. I never thought that was the case.
"Just run it by me beforehand. You know I can't say no to you."
My eyes almost widen. Why did I just say that? I'm sure Dean already knows that, but I didn't have to confirm it.
"That's what I like to hear," he says before kissing me.
He kisses me softly and rubs his hand across my body. I've noticed that Dean's been showing a gentler side. I think back to earlier when I was giving him a blowjob. The way Dean talked.
"Dean..." I pull away from our kiss, "Why did you want me to say that you're my man? Earlier when I was... you know."
"I don't know. I just wanted to hear you say it. That kind of talk just gets me going."
"But... do you actually see yourself like that?"
"You don't?"
"I- I do."
"Good. Because you're mine."
"But you know I still love Mason, right?"
"You know I don't mind sharing you. Especially since Mason won't even get to play with his share."
"I'm not some toy that you get to pass back and forth with Mason."
"Yes, you are. You're my sex toy," he states before going back to gnawing at my neck.
I stifle a laugh and have to squirm away from him, "Stop, you're gonna wake up Dan."
"What's up with your brother anyway? Why'd he finally go off on Mason?"
I look up at him, unsure of why he's so interested.
"You know Mason. He's always had a temper, and Dan's worried about it. More so lately."
He smirks, "Yeah, I probably could've guessed that myself."
He's right. Not too long ago Mason punched Dean in the face. Even Dan noticed it. I was surprised Dean moved on from it, considering how proud he is.
"I don't know. I just- I thought the whole thing would blow over, but after yesterday... it's so fucked up. I just don't wanna be apart from Mason."
Dean scans me for a few more seconds. It's not like him to be so withdrawn, but he has to know this isn't the time to be an asshole. We lay in silence for a few moments. It's not exactly awkward but unfamiliar. Usually he's not so tame, but I guess bringing up the situation with Mason was a bit of a mood killer.
"I should get going," he says as he sits up.
He looks over at me like he expects me to say something. I want to tell him to stay. I don't want to be alone right now, but Dean just doesn't feel like someone I can turn to for comfort.
"Okay," I manage to mumble.
He seems discouraged but starts putting his clothes on. Once he's dressed, he starts walking towards the window he came in. I feel conflicted again and question whether I should see him out, but he's already climbing out before I can decide.
"Oh, I told Mason you couldn't get out of French and that you'll meet him tomorrow during homeroom."
Before I can thank him, he's gone. It could be another trap, but something in his voice sounded sincere. It was strange, especially after that conversation. Every time we talk by ourselves, he's so lewd and taunting. Today, he sounded like he cared. For all I know, he's just putting on an act. He's so damned difficult to read. However, the only certainty I have is that I need to meet Mason in the bathroom tomorrow.
The next day, Mason is already waiting for me in the bathroom by the time I arrive. When I walk in, his head immediately perks up. He seems tired, but I immediately notice the relief in his eyes once he notices me. His mouth curls into a smile, and I admire him for a brief second. I rush to him, and he picks me up in his arms before we collide. I don't even want to let him go. He holds me so tightly, and through his embrace I can sense his longing.
"Fuck, I know it hasn't been that long, but I missed you," he says.
"Me too," I agree, "This is so fucked up."
We pull away from each other for a few seconds to kiss. It's a brief but sensual kiss that I'd been desperately wanting. I wish we had longer, but I only have a few minutes with Mason and can't get in trouble. He knows this too and pulls away.
"Have you talked to Dan yet? What's going on?"
"No... I haven't talked to him at all. It's been weird between us. I just don't know why he's overreacting over this. He's being so unreasonable."
"Caleb, you have to talk to him," he urges while cautiously glancing at the door, "This is ridiculous. He went way too far."
"I know, but he had already been worried about me for a while, and you yelling at him didn't exactly help."
His head hangs low, "I know, and I feel really bad about that. But I don't think it's fair that he wants us to break up for something that stupid. Caleb, we were all upset, and he's the one who came in being an asshole."
"I just need to figure out why he's being like this. There has to be a reason."
Mason holds my hand and looks down into my eyes, "I don't know how long I can go without you. Yesterday was hell knowing I couldn't be close to you. I can't go through that every damn day."
"Me neither. I couldn't stop thinking about you."
He hugs me again, and I just focus on his comforting embrace. I don't want him to let me go. He breathes in deeply as I inhale his scent. I want as much of him as possible before we part ways again.
"I promise I'm going to fix this," I assure him.
Mason and I spend a few more minutes together before we head back to class. I think we're both scared. Deep down I feel like Dan can't really keep us apart, and I'm overreacting. However, Dan has a lot of influence as a teacher. As a senior, Mason has a lot going for him, and Dan can put that at risk. I can't allow that to happen, but I also won't leave Mason to prevent it. I have to make Dan understand he has no place in telling me who I can and can't be with. Even if he is my legal guardian.
I focus the best I can during my morning classes, but I'm so worried about what I'm going to tell Dan. I don't want to argue again since it'll just make him angrier. I have to make sure he listens to me and understands.
For lunch, I immediately head to his classroom since he made me pack a lunch so I wouldn't need to go to the cafeteria. He only glances up at me as I enter before going back to his work. I can tell he has no intent of being the first to break the silence. However, I'm sure he wants to. He hates this tension between us just as much as I do.
"Are you really gonna make me break up with Mason?" I finally ask him.
He seems surprised that I even spoke. It's only been a day since we stopped talking, but that's probably the longest we've gone without speaking with one another. He pauses for a second, contemplating, before softly answering, "No."
My head snaps to face him. Now I'm surprised.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. Look, I know you think I blew this out of proportion, and maybe I did overreact, but I'm just worried about you Caleb. I'm supposed to take care of you. After mom and dad died, you became my responsibility. If something happens to you, that's on me."
"You can't put all that on yourself, Dan. I'm 16. I think I'm old enough to make my choices and live with them. And I've told you, Mason wouldn't hurt me, ever."
"I still worry. I mean you've seen how he reacts to things. I know he hasn't hurt you yet, but that doesn't mean he won't."
"Dan, I know him. I really know him. As mad as he can get, he would never do anything bad to me. He loves me, and I wanna stay with him. It's my choice."
"Caleb, I don't want us to have any tension either. If you really trust him, then I will too. But if he ever does get out of hand, you need to be honest with me about it."
"I will, Dan. I promise."
"Fine, I'll lay off him, but you have to be more responsible than the other night. And you're still grounded for the rest of the week. Same rules from before apply."
I sigh, "Fine, I guess that's fair."
The remainder of the week feels infernal and extremely boring as I wait for my punishment to end. Regardless, I mainly feel relieved that I can still see Mason without Dan being upset over it. I thought he was going to continue being an obstacle for us, but in the end, he was willing to listen.
Mason was also relieved. I only met with him once after that day to tell him the news because I didn't want to risk Dan catching us together, which would only get me in more trouble. He gave me my phone back, so at least I was still able to talk with Mason. I just couldn't go out.
Dean seemed indifferent to the issue. I was confused because he seemed thrilled about this problem that Mason and I were in. All of a sudden, he just didn't care, but maybe that was always the case. Either way, I was still grounded, so I couldn't even meet up with him. Surprisingly, he stayed away, which only confused me more. I know I told him he had to, but he's not exactly the type to listen.
On the last day of my punishment, Dan wanted him, Mason, and I to all have a talk. I'm nervous because the last time we were all together, everything went to shit. I'm hoping things don't end as badly this time.
As soon as Mason arrives, I meet him outside and can tell he's nervous too. His hands are in his pockets, his head hangs low, and he barely mumbles a greeting when he sees me. As pissed off as he is at Dan for what he did, he doesn't want to lose me for good. I had to ask him to control himself since that would be the only way we could work out.
"Hey, don't be nervous," I reassure him, "We're gonna be fine."
"I know, I just... I don't wanna fuck this up again," he admits.
"You're not. Just listen to what Dan has to say. We'll be okay."
He nods his head, and we walk inside. Dan is already in the living room, and he stands up once he sees Mason. They awkwardly approach one another, unsure of how to greet, before agreeing on a brief handshake.
"Let's take a seat, guys," Dan suggests.
Mason and I listen and sit next to one another. Dan contemplates for a moment before speaking.
"Mason, I just want to make one thing clear. I know about all the trouble you've been in. All the fights and acting out. I let it slide because Caleb likes you, and he's always asked me to trust you. But it seems like you both started going through something, and it had a bad effect on Caleb. Then there's what happened last week-"
"Dan, I'm really so sorry about that," Mason interjects, "I feel horrible over what I said and getting Caleb in trouble like that. I just- I couldn't control myself and-"
"That's exactly what I'm talking about. After today, that stops. You will respect me, you're gonna be better in school and stay out of trouble, and most importantly, you're going to respect Caleb. If you break any of these rules, you're done. I'm not gonna keep worrying about you and Caleb together. He is my brother, and I will take care of him. If that means I have to keep you two apart, I will. So let this be the last time we have this conversation. Understood?"
Mason nods in agreement, "Yes, that's completely fair. Thank you, Dan."
Dan turns to me and says, "I'm trusting you again. But you have to be honest."
"Okay," I agree.
Dan stands up and we follow, "I have to go do some work at school. Your punishment is over, so you're free now. Just make sure you meet your curfew."
I nod and Dan grabs his keys before heading out. I sigh in relief once he's out of sight.
"Shit, that was easier than I thought," Mason points out.
He's right.
"What do you wanna do?" he asks me.
"Let's just stay here," I suggest, "We can just watch a movie in my room. I know we're not in trouble anymore, but I don't wanna risk anything right now."
"Yeah, you're right."
We walk to my room, and Mason closes the door behind me. Dan usually wants me to leave it open, but I figure he trusts me a little more now. Besides, he's not even here. Mason sits on the bed, and he grabs my hips so that I'm standing in front of him. Just a few days ago I was in this same position with Dean. It feels wrong, but I don't want Mason to let me go.
"I missed you," he says.
"I missed you too," I respond as I lean down to kiss him.
His hands travel down my back until he's groping my ass. I settle into his lap and wrap my arms over the back of his neck.
"Your brother's gonna be pissed if he comes home and hears us," Mason points out.
"We're just gonna have to be quiet," I suggest.
"So we just got out of trouble, and you're already putting us at risk?" he jokes.
"Oh what you wanna stop?" I ask after pulling away.
"Fuck that," he says before tossing me onto my back.
He climbs on top of me, and I slide my hands up his back to bring him closer to me. The weight and heat of his body feels so amazing. His hands slide down my body, and I rub his arm gently. I missed him so much. I missed kissing him, touching him, and feeling him. I can tell he feels the same from the way he's pushing up against me.
I tug at the hem of his shirt, which encourages him to take it all the way off. Before he goes back to kissing me, he pulls my shirt off quickly to the point of almost tearing it. I admire his thick, muscular body and can't manage to pull my eyes away. However, I don't have a choice because Mason pushes me down and attacks my mouth again.
Mason pushes his pelvis into me, and my legs have to spread open so he can settle in. I feel his hard dick through the fabric of his jeans. Sometimes I forget how thick his cock actually is.
I feel his body pushing itself closer to me, and our skin-to-skin contact feels amazing. His skin is so warm and soft. Every time he leans closer to me, I kiss him deeper and moan into his mouth. We were being quiet at first in case Dan came back, but nothing is holding us back from showing our passion for each other now.
He begins to kiss my skin, and I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning too loudly. His lips are bliss, and every peck sparks my body. His hands roam from the side of my stomach to my thighs. He rubs them gently and slides his hands closer to my inner thigh.
We start making out again, and I wrap my arms over his upper back. I feel more and more breathless, but I can't force myself to stop kissing him. He brings one hand to my face and gently strokes my cheek. I bring my hand to his and interlock our fingers.
"Your lips feel amazing," he whispers.
I open my eyes and see the image of Dean above me. The cocky look on his face and piercing gaze of his eyes. I blink my eyes repeatedly to make the vision go away, but he won't.
"I love you so much," he proclaims.
I know it's Mason talking, but the thought of Dean saying this disconcerts me.
"I love you too, babe," I swoon.
It isn't until I try to determine whether I was saying that to Mason or the image of Dean that I snap out of my illusion. Mason is once again kissing and showing me affection. His hand crawls underneath my waist, and I know what he's about to do next.
"You're so hard," he whispers as he grips onto my cock.
I have to stifle a moan once he starts stroking my cock. My lips part as I breathe into his mouth. His warm breath dizzies me, and I desperately want him to keep going.
"Fuck," I whisper as I bite my bottom lip painfully, "Don't stop Mason."
He picks up the pace, and I'm practically humping his hand. Mason kisses along my jawline as he continues to stroke me. My hands clutch at my sheets, and my eyes are shut tight. My body would be spasming right now if Mason's weight wasn't on me.
His teeth tug at my ear, and I kiss his neck softly. Despite there not being much space between us, he still manages to stroke my cock at the right pace.
"You feel amazing," I coo into his ear.
My eyes open to the image of Dean once again. It's Dean on top of me, stroking my face, and kissing along my jawline. My heartbeat quickens, and my body feels a lot warmer.
"You're so sexy," he tells me.
I get so distracted with the way Dean's lips curve when he speaks. His teeth graze lightly on his bottom lip, and I wish they were on me. My hand loops over his back, and I pull him forward to kiss me. The kiss is so sensual and intimate it drives my senses wild. I inhale his scent as my hands roam across his back, running across every bulging muscle.
"Mm. My big, strong man," I moan.
His body grinds into me, and I moan into his mouth. I know it's Mason kissing me, but I can't help but imagine it's Dean. It's so wrong because there's no doubt I still have feelings for Mason. However, I'm beginning to realize I might have those same feelings for Dean. As much as I want to push those feelings aside, I'm so turned on right now that I don't want to kill this buzz.
It's only been a few days, but I haven't gone this long without being touched ever since Dean started giving me attention. My body's gotten too used to physical pleasure, and it's been neglected for way too long. This sudden contact is driving me so crazy, I can't keep my emotions in check.
"Oh fuck," I mumble through our kiss, "I'm gonna cum."
Mason grunts as he keeps jerking me off, and I hum into his ear.
"You make me feel so good, baby," I breathe as I bury my face in his shoulder.
He kisses my neck in return, "You're perfect Caleb."
Within a few seconds, my legs lock and my body convulses forward as I shoot my load. Mason kisses me deeply to cover any noises escaping my mouth. Our tongues dance and swirl around each other. His hand slides down to my bare inner thigh and squeezes it gently.
"I love you," I moan as the sensation begins to settle down.
Mason slides over while staying on top of me so that his arm is draped over my chest, and he kisses my shoulder. When I see his face, I can't determine whether I was actually saying it to him. I can't get the image of Dean out of my mind. The thought of having feelings for him unnerves me, and I know I shouldn't have imagined him saying those things or showing me affection in that way. I want that type of love and affection, and Mason gave it to me. So why wasn't it enough? Why did I have to imagine it was Dean?
"What is it?" asks Mason as he rubs his hand on my chest.
"Nothing..." I respond, settling into his arms. I'm hoping he doesn't pick up on my worries, "That felt great."
He continues to stare at me, and I can tell he doesn't believe me.
"Really, it did."
"You still want more though."
"Maybe. I just don't want to pressure you."
"I know, and I'm sorry about that. I know you've been really patient."
"Look, I know I haven't been that understanding before, but I promise to wait as long as you want. I love you."
"You're the best, Caleb. I'm so lucky to have you. I love you so much."
We make out for a few moments before getting dressed. Mason hangs around for a few more hours before heading home. We don't do much except watch tv and make out a bit. At least Dan isn't around to bother us. When Mason leaves, I begin to feel like things could go back to normal. Now that Dan is okay with me seeing Mason, I feel like our relationship is in a much better place. So long as Mason does keep his feelings under control.
However, Dean is still an issue. I know I can't just forget him. He has this control over me. Not just because he can tell Mason but because of my attraction towards him. I initially thought it was strictly a physical attraction, but it's also his attitude and the way he takes command that pulls me to him. He knows what he wants, and somehow he manages to make want the same things. I can't reject him.
Not only that, but I've realized how Dean has managed to satisfy me. As much as I want to sleep with Mason, I know that Dean is also an option. He's the only reason I've grown more patient with Mason. I can't even deny that. I want to wait for Mason, but I don't even know how much longer I can when I know Dean is beyond willing to take my virginity. And now that I'm starting to fantasize him in place of Mason, I'm worried that I will give in.
The only problem is I'm certain Mason loves me. Dean just wants a fuck, and I want to be more than that to him. I can't let him know that though. I can't catch feelings for him. It's already bad enough that I'm messing around with him. It's even worse that he's Mason's best friend.
I'm still trying to hold onto the possibility that I can move on from Dean and continue being with Mason. If something more happens with Dean, I have no idea where that could lead. I'm sure Mason and I can have a future together. I might not be able to break things off with Dean right now, but I know for certain I can't develop feelings for him.
Since my punishment is over, I don't have to be with Dan 24/7 so I go back to my regular spot. I expect to see Mason, but Dean is already there. I consider going anywhere else, but he's already spotted me. He locks eyes with me, and before I know, my feet are carrying me in his direction. I can't even look at him without thinking about my fantasies from the day before. The feel of his breath on my mouth, the sensation of his kisses on my skin, and the sound of him saying "I love you." Even if it was all through Mason. It distracts me long enough that when I come to, I'm standing in front of Dean.
"You know, usually you try to hide your feelings a little more, but you've been eye-fucking me since the second you saw me," he teases, "Something on your mind?"
I stare at him longer than I should. I don't know how to talk to him suddenly. Any comebacks I usually have prepared are failing me. I can only focus on the curve of his lips and the green in his eyes.
"Sorry, I'm just out of it," I finally manage to say. I sit down on the opposite bench and look down at the ground.
"Well if you need a little pick-me-up, we can take a quick trip to the bathroom," he suggests.
"Mason, I'm not gonna hook-up with you at school anymore," I argue while still avoiding eye- contact with him, "That's just weird."
"You take the fun out of everything," he scoffs.
"Do you really want someone to find us and let the whole school know that some guy was sucking your dick?"
"Fine, but I need some action. Seriously it's been a fucking week since I've seen you. Your man needs you."
"Stop calling yourself that."
"Really? 'Cause I remember you being all into it when you were choking on my dick."
"Shut up, Dean."
Dean grabs my chin and turns my head to face him, "Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you."
He's not aggressive when telling me this. He almost seems hurt that I keep rebuffing him. It's become exhausting though. Looking straight at him, I just wanna kiss him and let him take control of me like he always does.
"I'm sorry. Look, Mason works tomorrow. Why don't we meet up then?"
Dean lets go of my face with a satisfied grin, "You know, you're a lot more fun when you don't play hard to get."
I roll my eyes, "Sure, Dean."
He scoffs, "What're you doing here anyway? Is your timeout finally over?"
"Yeah, Dan's gonna let me keep seeing Mason."
I scan Dean's face for any type of reaction, but he manages to keep a good poker face.
"Is that so?"
Before I can respond, Mason shows up behind me and wraps his arms over my chest.
"Hey handsome," he says as he kisses me repeatedly on the neck.
I laugh and have to pull away for him to finally let me go.
"What, are you trying to put on a show for everyone?" Dean jokes.
"Well we're not you, Dean," Mason points out, "We have a bit more self-control."
"Really? 'Cause I bet Caleb's more of a freak than you actually think he is."
I almost cringe, and Mason notices my reaction.
"Dude shut the fuck up," he chides Dean before shoving him by the shoulder.
The bell rings and Mason immediately grabs my hand, "C'mon babe, I'll walk you to class."
We walk off without saying goodbye to Dean. I turn back to look at him, and he gives me a wink. I feel a deep pit in my stomach. I thought it was despair, but it's actually desire. And now it's the only thing I feel for Dean.
DEAN
As soon as school ends, I head straight home. I don't want to be around Mason and Caleb now that they're together again. When Caleb and I started fooling around, I just wanted some fun. I didn't think I'd get so attached to the fucker, but it's been wild. Making another guy who always gives into me so easily kind of excites me and makes me feel stronger. I feel like I have this hold over Caleb, and I don't want to give up that power.
The shitty part is I'm not the only one. Caleb doesn't realize it, but Mason has that power over him too. He thinks they're equals, but I know Mason. Whether Caleb knows it or not, Mason's in charge of their relationship. He's the reason Caleb won't let me fuck him yet. Fooling around with me is how he rebels, but he can only go so far. I need to find a way to get more power over him.
The good thing is he's been more desperate lately, and I know I'm breaking through to him. I can tell by the way he talked to me this morning, and throughout French class later in the day he kept fumbling his words. He's usually more careful, so I don't know why he's been so trippy.
Once I'm in my room, I take out Caleb's underwear from my dresser. It's the pair he was wearing the last time I snuck into his house. I managed to pick them up while I was leaving. They're the closest thing I have since he's been so distant the last week. I can't even keep track of how many times his briefs alone have made me nut. I have the video too, but somehow this makes me feel closer to him. I don't even wanna clean myself up with them, so I don't taint his smell.
I bring them to my face and inhale them. It's a strange mix between whatever detergent Caleb uses and his body wash, but through it I can smell his scent. It's a light musk that emphasizes how gentle and innocent he is, and it reminds of the most exciting part. He's a guy.
The scent is so palpable I feel like I'm actually inches from his ass. I can still remember its sweet taste. I wasn't too sure about rimming him, but when I did, I couldn't get enough. It tasted just like his skin, salty but with a hint of sweetness. His reaction alone made me want to fuck him right there. I know if I just keep pushing, he'll give in, but that's not enough for me. I want him to beg me for it and ask me entirely on his own.
I lay back on my bed as I keep smelling Caleb's briefs. I can picture him in front of me, wearing them. He crawls towards me on all fours and sits on my lap. I sit up to face him and bring my hands to his firm, round ass. I didn't think it was possible for a guy to have an ass that bubbly and fuckable.
"You're the only one I want," he tells me with his lips so close to mine.
"Good because you're mine," I state.
I lean over so that he's on his back, and I'm on top of him. I see that infatuated look on his face that drives me nuts. The one that lets me know how much he wants me. He won't even take his eyes off me.
I look up for a second and see Mason watching us. He's completely expressionless. He's not sad or angry. He's just sitting there. It's strange but it feels good to know that Mason is watching. I feel like I have more power over Caleb than Mason does as he sits by and does nothing. Caleb grabs my head and gently tilts it so I face him. His hands feel so soft. I know I'm imagining it, but I really feel like he's all mine right now.
Fuck. I've been chasing Caleb for so long. I've never wasted this much time on anybody. Usually the girls I go after cave in pretty quickly. Even when they aren't single. Caleb's hasn't though and spending this much time with him is fucking with my head. I just wanna prove that I'm man enough to be his first. I need to find out what's keeping him from letting me fuck him.
I thought I just wanted Caleb for a bit of fun but seeing how he still feels about Mason pisses me off. He should be waiting for me. I was his crush. I'm a fucking stud, and I'm the only one who knows how to satisfy him. One way or another, I'm gonna have him before Mason does.
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