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Dedicated to my 'Misery' boy, Nathan, whose semi-long e-mails inspire me to continue writing. Read his story Forever under the Nifty high school section!
READ THIS!!!!: In the story *** indicates a change in the narrator's point of view.
I have never in my whole entire life cum for no fucking reason at all. Just watching Brett climax made me cum! It freaked me out. I've seen guys cum lots of times. It's cool, but no big thing. Nothing to make my heart start pounding in my chest. To make my legs start shaking and to make me fucking explode without anybody touching me!
Everything was going just fine. I had him right where I wanted him. He was writhing under my hands, getting sweaty and the look in his eyes was so hot. He was biting his lips and his hips kept jerking like he wanted to just go crazy in my hand, just fuck my hand like a mouth or asshole or something, but he was too afraid. I just lost total control and that scared the shit out of me. It never happened before...and I was going to make sure it didn't happen again.
I had to control what was going on with Brett. I had to be in control if it, of the way I feel, of everything. If I couldn't control myself, then it would have to end.
I lay across the sofa bed, my arms around Brett, coming up with a game plan.
When I opened my eyes, I knew that Nate was gone. I got up, feeling empty. I wiped the sleep out of my eyes and looked around. I could hear sounds coming from the kitchen. Jake must have come home even later than Nate had. They were laughing and joking around.
I got out of the bed and stripped the sheets onto the floor. I had piled them on the floor and was folding the bed back up when my ears tuned into their conversation.
"Does Margot have any friends?" Nate's voice was loud. My heart started pounding in my chest.
"Hell, yeah, Florida girls are the craziest," Jake boasted. Please, God, let this end now, I prayed silently. I couldn't bear the thought of Nate with anybody but me.
"You should hook me up with one of her girls," Nate continued, crushing my wishes. "I know for a fact that I can pass for nineteen."
"Maybe," Jake said. "She's got this hot friend named Tara. She's still like seventeen. I can probably pull some strings and get her over here tonight."
"What about the runt?" Nate asked.
"We can lock him in the bathroom," Jake said, then laughed. "Naw, girls like little guys like him. They think he's cute and all that."
I stood frozen for a few moments, letting their words seep inside of me. I blinked back the tears that threatened to drown my eyes and willed my heart to stop hurting. Fuck both of them. I could care less what they wanted to do with their time. I had known when I got on the train that the trip was not going to be fun. So, I was losing nothing.
Nathan Goldman was a prick when we got here. Why would that change? So, he had given me a hand job. Big fucking deal. I was making a new law. Nate was never going to get his hands on me ever again. Ever. Period.
The little guy was insane with jealousy. I kinda liked that. I knew he had overheard me and Jake in the kitchen that morning. I made sure of it. I wanted to be certain that he knew I had my choice as far as what I wanted to do.
I would even deal with the supposedly "hot" Tara for a couple of hours, but you know girls. If you act like a big enough jerk, they don't want to have anything to do with you. I'd fucking mastered the craft of getting rid of unwanted pussy. No sweat.
The only thing I'd have to work at was making sure that Brett knew that we were gonna mess around with each other and that's it.
Tara Riley was a fucking ditz. Margot was okay. She had red hair and was really smart unlike my brother Jake. They were like polar opposites. I loved the way she would say something super intelligent and he would just look at her. They were actually kind of cute together.
Tara, though, was blonde and so dumb that even I knew more than she did and she was a freshman in college. Go figure.
Anyway, she was all over Nate, which was fine with me because I was sticking to my law. I was crazy to think that there could really be something between Nate and me in the first place. Just because he jacked me off, doesn't mean that he wants to have anything to do with me, which was almost painfully obvious because of how he was treating me.
We were all in Jake's tiny living room, all of them squeezed onto the sleeper sofa and me on the floor, watching one of my all-time favorite Christmas movies, A Christmas Story. I was laughing at the television and trying my best to ignore whatever was going on behind me on the sofa. I wasn't going to let them bother me.
I was engrossed in the movie, watching as the main character Ralphie finally got the Christmas present of his dreams, a Red Rider bee-bee gun. I was smiling when it ended, until I realized that there were the distinct sounds of lips locking together, coming from behind me on the sofa. I didn't dare look back. I didn't want to see them. I got up and went to the bathroom and I didn't have to excuse myself or anything, nobody was paying attention to me.
I had just unzipped my pants when the door opened. I quickly tried to redo my pants, but it was Nate and he closed the door behind him and locked it. He turned on the water faucet and moved my hand away from my jeans. He started pulling them down. I tried to stop him.
"No, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" I hissed at him. He kept tugging.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" he asked, cocky.
"Don't touch me. I don't want you to put your hands on me ever again." He stopped tugging and stood back, looking at me through his hooded green eyes. I swallowed hard.
"When I'm done with you, runt, you're going to beg me to touch you," he said quietly and started to undo his pants. I watched as he pulled them down, then the boxers underneath. His dick popped up, thick and ready. I watched as it pulsed, ached to feel the veins that paved the surface. I could feel myself getting large and heavy in my pants.
He began to stroke himself slowly, taking his precum and smoothing over the ridged surface of his cock. My legs started to shake.
"Mmm, this feels so good, Brett," he moaned quietly. I was rock hard. He'd moaned my name. He hitched his shirt up with his other hand and smoothed his hand over his perfect abs slowly. He was so fucking hot!
"You know what I want to do?" he asked quietly. I shook my head.
"I want to get my fist around your dick like last night," he told me and my body flashed with a wave of heat. "Do you want me to do that?" I nodded again.
"Do you know what else I want to do?" he asked as he pumped, looking right into my eyes.
"W-what?" I whispered back at him, my voice quivery with need.
"I want to wrap my lips around your cock," he told me and I almost fainted. My hands were shaking as I tugged my pants and briefs down around my ankles. I stood there, clutching my meat, praying that he would follow through with his word.
"You want me to touch you now?" he asked and I nodded again, but he shook his head. "Tell me."
"Iwantyoutotouchme," I sputtered out the words and Nate moved in closer to me, pressing himself against me.
"I want to touch you, Brett," he told me, his lips brushing my cheek. "I really do. But I want you to beg me."
I lost all sense of thought...all sense of anything but what it would feel like to have his hands on me again, of how good it had felt the night before when his tongue had run across my chest and over my nipples, the desire that had zipped through my body when his teeth clamped down on them.
"Oh, God, please," I moaned.
"Please what?"
"Please, touch me, Nate, please," I begged.
"Alright, runt, I'll touch you, but you gotta promise me something."
"Anything," I would have agreed to gastric surgery to have him touch me then.
"You can get pretty loud when you cum," he said against my skin. "Promise me you'll keep it down." I nodded swiftly.
"I promise," I told him and he put his fist over my cock. He began to pump swiftly, using his own juices as a lubricant. His lips were pressed against my neck as he pumped.
"You like that?" he asked and I let out a low moan of agreement, loving the feel of his lips against my skin. My body was tense with need and I pumped myself into his hand.
"I can't wait to put my mouth on you," he told me. "I'm gonna suck every ounce of cum out of you. I can't wait to taste your cum."
I was trembling.
"Shit, Nate, do it," I said in a shaky voice.
"Beg me," he countered.
"Please, please, please," I said, uncaring anymore, only wanting him to fulfill the words he had whispered, burnt into my skin. "Oh, God, please."
He knelt down and placed his lips on the head of my cock in a flash. I stood there staring down at Nathan fucking Goldman, on his knees with my dick against his lips and I knew I was going to cum at any moment. My knees quaked and I could barely hold myself up.
His mouth devoured my cock like it was nothing, all the way down. His hot, wet tunnel engulfed me and I shot my load just like that, all the way down his throat. He sucked me until I couldn't even spasm any longer, eating my cum. He ate all of it!
I hung there for a moment, feeling tiny aftershocks as he stood up. I stared down at him and could see his dick, bobbing and pulsing madly.
I didn't think. I dropped to my knees and took it into my mouth, unsure of what to do. I ran my tongue over the head, tasting the salty, clear liquid there and slid it into my mouth, into the back of my throat, against my tonsils as far as it would go. I held onto him, my hands pulling his hips towards me.
"Fuck," he hissed from above me and I slid him in and out, finding a rhythmn. Soon, he was pumping back. He grabbed my head and began to fuck my mouth in quick, urgent strokes. He pulled back and then rammed it home roughly, spurting cum. I tasted him for the first time, swallowing hard, running my tongue over his dick to get more.
"Fuck," he repeated in a stage whisper, then slid out of my mouth. He looked down at me for a long moment. Then yanked his pants up and slid his semi-hard cock back into his pants. He straightened his shirt, zipped his pants and turned to the still running sink. He washed his hands as I sat there, unlocked the door and slid out, shutting me inside.
I was still on my knees, staring at the door, not believeing what had just happened between us.
There went my new fucking law.
I heard laughter from the living room, both masculine and feminine. I wished for a moment that I was dead.
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