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He's coming back. Holy shit he's actually walking back out to see me. What am I going to stay? I don't know what to do right now, I'm hyperventilating, my palms are sweaty as hell, my knees are shaking and I feel like I'm about to collapse right now. Oh my god he's practically marching at me as if he was some soldier, what am I going to do? This is happening, it's actually happening. He's either so pissed that I'm about to get the worst chewing out of my life or we'll be able to move forward, I'm hoping for the latter and expecting the former. Can someone please just run me over at this very moment, I'm sure it'll be far less painful than what's about to happen.
Now we're face to face, how does this guy always keep that cool and collected look on his face? I hate this shit head.
"I'm really, really, really sorry. I, I-"
"You don't know what to say do you?"
"Well this is kind of an awkward moment; I cheated on my boyfriend because I thought he cheated first." No! I did not just say "my boyfriend", what the hell?!
"Your boyfriend? Since when?" At least he showed his pity on me by handing out that devilishly handsome smile.
"Um... I didn't mean to say that really, it just slipped out. Talking to you I just get antsy and don't really know what to say. Stuff slips out sometimes, like now." And I couldn't help but to hang my head in shame and embarrassment.
"I like it."
"Are you... that?"
"Sorry I'm not following. Am I what?" Oh now he's just toying with me.
"Do I have to say it again? It makes me feel like a fool."
"You already said it once so why can't you say it again? Tell me Jeremy, what am I?"
"My boyfriend, all mine." Felt good to finally let it out and tell him exactly what I felt.
"And you're my boyfriend too. You're off limits to anyone else and if you try some stupid shit like you did before without knowing all the facts I'll rip your throat open and drain you like a fucking orange."
"Oh I like it when you get all aggressive and bossy."
"Good. Now give your boyfriend a hug."
And I gave him the tightest hug I could muster up. I just wanted to hold on to him forever, feel his warm breath on my neck, his strong hands cupping my butt, everything about Damon worked me into a frenzy and I'm glad we somehow managed to breeze past our little issue and finally make things official between us. I think he didn't want us to have another argument and he wanted to move ahead, we both know what happened and we know who went wrong but he knows exactly why. I give him credit for being a much better person than me because when the shoe was on the other foot... well, I threw caution and logic out of the window and made moves all for the sake of revenge.
"How about we head off for the day and have some fun?" Of course he'd be the one to suggest that.
"I was waiting for you to ask. Can we walk?"
"Not like we had another choice."
This is one of those relaxing moments that couples do that I constantly hoped would happen to me one day. It was really cloudy and there was a slight drizzle but it added a certain something to our walk, as though the rain was washing away the not so pleasant past and we were getting a new start. And every time that smooth breeze hit my face I was smiling from ear to ear. We didn't say much of anything to each other while we walked to my house but holding each other's hands, having Damon pull me in for a hug at random times, little kisses on my cheeks, it was so cute. I wish I lived a little bit farther away so it didn't have to end so soon. The walk from the school to my house was only 20 minutes, and that's because we were walking slow.
It's really kind of amazing how men can just waltz into someone's house and instantly plop onto the couch. Is that hardwired into our brains or am I being crazy?
"You sit tight, I'm gonna go slip into something more comfortable" and then I twirled all the way up the steps into my room like a beautiful swan who likes having a stick in the butt.
Obviously my idea of slipping into something more comfortable was stripping myself down to my tight blue briefs and my tank top, I kept my socks on because I'm a classy guy though. I put some lotion on all my ashy spots, sprayed a little cologne, and even brushed my hair! Oh the things a person does when they've actually fallen head over heels. But looking into the mirror I couldn't quite figure out what Damon saw in me. I mean, I'm not some hideous underworld beast but I don't crack the top 20 of Mystic Falls. I know I don't.
I just stared at my reflection in the mirror, didn't suck in my stomach, no flexing, just standing there and allowing my eyes to take in all the averageness. I guess the one thing I have going for me is my butt which really is the definition of a "bubble butt", but I think it looks bigger because I'm on the skinny side.
"That can't be good, I see people do it in those sad music videos all the time." Let the embarrassment begin.
"Oh no, I was just checking myself out. Let's be honest Damon, if you could look like this wouldn't you stare too?"
"When people look in the mirror and touch themselves all over then that's a good thing, when people just stand there and stare into space that's something totally different" he was reading me like a damn book.
"What do you see in me?" I blurted it out; I don't even know how those words left the premises of my mouth.
"I see one of the cutest guys ever, a smile that makes me feel good about life, I see a very handsome young man that I want to kiss and hug all day, a guy that drives me crazy and has no idea what kind of influence he has over his circle of friends, a guy that really undervalues his self when everyone would kill to have his company for just a moment. When I look at you I see my world, I see someone who I'm interested in having a serious relationship with and I see someone who better end this stupid pity party and get on their knees."
"Do you really see all of that or do you still possess a childlike imagination?"
"Both."
He's right about everything though. I have been feeling kind of low about myself and I don't think I give myself the credit I deserve but doesn't every confused individual go through that eventually? This is just me going through that phase, but unlike most people I'll actually have someone walk me through it and give me a good slap whenever I get melodramatic. He's also getting bonus points for pushing my hair out the way and slowly pressing his soft lips on the back of my neck.
His warm hands already roaming all over my upper body while his crotch is pushed up against my ass. I threw my head back and reached down to loosen his pants, he returned the favor by slowly rubbing my soft cock and playing with my balls at the same time. The best thing about it was how we never took our eyes off that mirror, all the sensual touching, kissing, biting, licking while we stared at our doppelgangers doing the exact acts was mesmerizing to me. His pants hit the ground followed by his jacket and our bond was broken for a quick second as he removed his shirt but we quickly got right back where we left off.
Then he pushed my body all the way up against the mirror and with just the power of that heavenly crotch area he moved me from side to side while having two strong fistfuls of my hair in his hands. I initially thought it would hurt but I think my briefs were helping to make sure there wasn't any friction, plus this got me hard as rock before I even noticed it. The animalistic look in his eyes said it all. He wanted to fuck me better than I've ever been fucked before. The way his intense eyes refused to let go of me as he grinded me into a mirror might have been the hottest thing to ever happen in my life so far. He wanted to make Tyler look like a complete amateur and I was hoping he would do just that.
"On your knees" he said in a deep growl which gave me shivers.
My first action was to turn around but he pushed me back towards the mirror and I did as he wanted, even though I wasn't entirely sure how this was going to work. That curiosity only heightened when he dropped his boxers and let that thick slab of pure vampire beef rest on my shoulder. It was a bit intimidating because I forgot just how massive Damon's dick was. As thick as a flashlight and a good 8 inches in left, the scary part was that he was still completely flaccid. I looked at his devilishly charming smile in the mirror, turned my head to face the beast and gave him a little lick as a teaser of what was to become.
I turned slightly to the side, but not so much I couldn't see myself in the mirror, opened my mouth as much as I could and let that big dick slide right down. I couldn't even get half of it in before feeling like my mouth was already full but I am a trooper! I grabbed the shaft and jerked it in a moderate motion while swirling my thick tongue around his head, some occasional glances into the mirror to see that he was clearly enjoying it. With his dick still in my mouth I took a deep breath and tried to swallow him down some more but this was still the mission of a life time, and with him getting harder by the second it would only get more difficult from here.
I ran my tongue from his mushroom cockhead to the base and made sure I didn't leave any inch untouched. I swirled some spit in my mouth and then used my fingers to spread it all over his meat and then lick it all back off. I took his sack in too while using the left over saliva to slowly stroke his head with just my thumb and pointer finger. I still remember the first time I jerked myself off like that; it's probably in my top 5 life changing experiences. Had to make sure my love was getting the same feelings as pleasure as I did, I worked his sack with a passion because I know how much he likes getting it sucked.
But he had something else in mind. I left my mouth open and tongue hanging out while he pushed my head deeper into his lap. He had both hands on the back of my head and I had my arms wrapped tightly around his smooth ass. I tried to adjust my throat muscles to deep throat him but it was just too much dick for me, well at first it was. I pulled back for a quick breath but Damon's power side was starting to show and before I knew it, his dick was right back in my mouth and this time he wanted to plug my nose too. I don't get why guys do that but whatever.
He slowly started to move his hips back and forth, gliding that cock on my tongue, running his hands through my hair, still having those eyes of an animal locked on his prey. It was a slow pace, no doubt to get me comfortable with it, but I wanted more. I wanted him to lose himself inside me, to completely make me his kill. My mouth was finally used to having this massive pipe in it that I was able to take him down to the base without instantly gagging. His pace picked up just at that moment and I found that big dick running down my throat like it was seeking shelter. He had a tight grip on the back of my head that wasn't going to break anytime soon. His heavy sack was slapping loudly against my chin and the spit was becoming an unruly mess, every time he thrust his hips back there seemed to be a new layer of spit on his dick but I was making it my duty to make that cock clean as a whistle. When he pushed his cock back in I would slap my tongue all around it as fast as I could, I was ticking the area right behind his balls and doing the best I could to give him all the pleasure in the world.
"On the bed, I want you to see your face while I fuck it."
And being the good bottom boy that I am I hopped right on the bed, but it took Damon flipping me onto my back to figure out how this was going to work. He pulled me up so my head was hanging off the bed and I could stare right into the mirror in front of me as he was about to lay into my throat. Looking up at that rock hard, monster cock dangling right above my face was intimidating but I'm a size queen, I love the challenge of having to take a big one down my throat. He lowered his body then and started by rubbing his dick against my hanging tongue, Damon doesn't have the best ass in the world but it did look mighty impressive from this view.
However, things got rough real damn quick after that. He had one hand around my throat, the other hand playing with my ass, and thrusting his cock as far as he could. I was gagging all over the place, spit falling over my face, a sack full of cum slamming against my face but I was loving every moment of this. The hard pace he was ramming his dick down my mouth, how he was starting to finger fuck my ass with the same pace, how his soft balls felt on my face, my dick was practically throbbing at this point and begging for a release but I wanted to hold this in as long as I could. My usually pure face was now a dirty face, a used face, a face that was getting torn up by one of the biggest dicks in town. A face that was almost distorted beyond belief when Damon bent over and found my cock in his mouth. I don't think Damon ever gave me a blowjob before but I'm going to kick his ass after this for not doing it before because his skills are just as good as mine. As he was thrusting his dick down my throat, I was thrusting mine right up his. He now had two fingers in my ass while I had one in his, his tongue working my cock like it was a job for him, swirling and twirling, he was sucking me off like a vacuum. I could feel myself getting close to the edge but there was no way I was about to shoot off this early. I plopped his cock out of my mouth, he plopped mine out of his and I got right into my favorite position: face down, ass up.
I stared straight into the mirror with nothing but lust as Damon propped himself behind me, applying some lube to that cock and my ass, getting me ready for the kill. I could see beads of sweat had already formed and his body was glistening was the sun started to peek out from the clouds and shine in my room. As he started to push inside my ass he stared into the mirror with me and flashed that smile that got me hooked in the first place.
"Hard or soft?" he asked.
"Do I really get a choice?"
"Of course not."
Sadly, I didn't have any indication that he was about to abuse me like this. When we fuck he slides his cock in slow and just works it around so my ass gets comfortable but this time I was dealing with a whole new person. After his head was sitting pretty right on my hole, I felt a pain sensation run through my body when he shoved as much cock as he could with just one thrust. I tried to leap forward but he grabbed my hips and pushed my ass right back into place. I was biting the pillow for dear life and trying to move away but he just started thrusting inside me with no regards to how it felt for me. He immediately came in and ravaged my ass like a storm. Ramming it in me despite the fact that I was still as tight as tight could be and I need guys to be gentle at first.
But after some time the pain moved into pleasure and I was pushing my ass back to meet the pace he was at but I don't think I was able to get it up that high. Damon now had both hands pulling on my hair as his big dick violently collided with my insides, the bed was shaking loud enough for anyone to hear but I did not want him to stop. My reflection in the mirror was that of a petrified little boy, while his was a confident and strong man, a man who would always be the dominant one and I was eating that shit up. I wanted him to dominate me like never before, he knew it too. He moved down to give me soft vampire bites but I lost myself when he somehow managed to increase his pace. He was literally slamming his entire cock inside me and I was screaming with the loudest waves of ecstasy ever. The way he was fucking me was so hard I thought we were about to become one.
I reached my hand back in hopes that it would slow him down just a tad but he just put both my arms behind my back in a full nelson like position and clearly showed to me who wore the pants in our relationship. I was almost at a loss of breath with the way he was laying into me, his lap striking against my bubble butt was probably louder than thunder at this point but I wanted him to give me his all. Even though I tried to slow him down sometimes I didn't want him to take it easy at all. I wanted him to mercilessly pound me and even though I never said it, he was giving me exactly what I was striving for. I bit down on the pillow again to muffle my screams but he pulled me back up and slid fangs from the bottom of my neck to the small of my back. Luckily there wasn't any blood but it certainly did add the extra hint of pleasure.
"I thought you said hard?" I asked as he suddenly pulled out and laid on his back.
"I did, now ride my dick bitch."
"Yes daddy" damn, that's how I knew I was into it if he had me say that.
As I positioned his dick right on the out of my worked hole Damon slowly pushed in the head and rubbed my sweaty my chest, obviously false hope. I thought he would work it all the way in this time but he quickly grabbed me by the back of my head and jammed his dick inside me, still with no regards to how much it hurt but I can't lie -- I loved that the most. I wish I set up a camera or something, because who wouldn't want to see little Jeremy getting pounded like this? Damon had completely reduced me to being his bottom bitch and was fucking at a pace I didn't even know he was capable of. He had his hips a good 6 inches above the bed and had the stamina of a jackhammer. I didn't think anyone would be able to fuck me as hard as Tyler did but Damon was easily trouncing him in every way. I could just feel my ass jiggling like jello as he tore me apart, I couldn't stop moaning his name and looking into those dark eyes which were full of so much power I got lost in them.
Time seemed to slow down yet Damon's pace never missed a single beat. He was sending waves through my entire body and somehow was fucking me into a new world, my eyes were nearly rolling back into my head and I almost felt like I was disconnected from my physical body. I could feel my dick began to throb again, knowing that I was at the edge and as much as I didn't want to let go I don't think I'll be able to overcome this one. I looked down at his face to see him moving his head in a "yes" motion and damn did I let go. Rope after rope shot out from my cock to Damon's stomach and I even blasted so hard that I hit the mirror which was a full 6 feet away from the bed, I almost collapsed backwards after I finally dropped my load but I was instantly awakened when I felt a warm and creamy liquid filling my ass and knowing that he was cumming right with me. His pace didn't decrease at all but he ended up dropping such a huge load that his cock slid out and a rush of the thickest cum I ever saw fell from my ass to the bed. I fell forward and nestled my head right on his shoulder for a bit, trying to let the feeling return to my body.
I know Tyler was a really great fuck but what Damon did was on a completely different level, he actually gave me the most pleasure I've ever had so far, he had me feeling things I didn't even know existed. But I wanted more, I wanted to do it again, it was like I was forming an addiction after just one hit.
"Clean yourself up and get ready for round two."
I walked over to get the towel from above the mirror but I think that's just how he wanted me. He ran up behind me, pinned me against the mirror with my cum still on his stomach and started pounding away. His eyes turning bloody red and the veins around them becoming more pronounced, I was panting like a damn dog but loving every moment of this.