Oh no--who is it??? Just when we all were ready to nut...great writing
STRAIGHT UNTIL SENIOR YEAR (LONG STORY - GAY)
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CHAPTER 10:
COMING BACK
“Hey,” I said, putting it on speaker.
“Tom…”
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“Mom? What do you need?” I was a bit confused — she knew I was going to stay at Simon’s place.
“I’m calling because I forgot to tell you that…” She stopped for a second. “That Benjamin is coming back home next week. So you mustn’t make plans for the week. Have a good night, sweetheart.”
I was puzzled. Benjamin was coming back. The only thing I could say was goodbye, and then my mom hung up.
I totally forgot Simon was there, and that he had heard the whole conversation.
“Who’s Benjamin?” he asked, sitting next to me and placing his hand on my back.
I turned to face him and rested my head on his shoulder. He hugged me, lifting me up to sit on his lap. He was such a nice guy. I loved him. His hands were wrapped around my waist as I began talking.
“Benji… he’s my stepbrother.” I paused, trying to find the right words. “He’s gay, and he’s coming back home after six years away.”
Simon looked as surprised as me.
“I thought your stepdad wasn’t very nice to gay people,” he said (and he was right).
“That’s why he went to live with his boyfriend in New York.”
Simon didn’t say anything or move for a while. “So this means we won’t see each other for a week?” he asked, sounding a bit sad.
“I was wondering if you’d like to come with me. As my boyfriend.” The words slipped out before I could think, but I knew it was what I wanted.
“Of course, kiddo.” He smiled, and we embraced in a tight hug.
Our cocks were soft now; the heat of the moment had passed.
“I’m still horny, though… and we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” Simon whispered.
He started stroking his cock, and it was hard in seconds. I was just as horny, so I dropped to my knees as Simon moved to the edge of the bed. I looked like a total slut down there, sucking Simon’s enormous cock. I was getting better each time, and soon I was deepthroating him with ease. He pushed my head down until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. His musky smell drove me wild. I ran out of air, and when I pulled back, a huge string of spit dripped from my mouth to his shaft. My chin was wet with precum and saliva.
“Perfectly lubed,” he smirked. He lay back in the middle of the bed, spreading his legs wide. “Ride me.”
His tone was different now, dominant.
It was my very first time being fucked, and I was trembling. I sat on his cock, facing away.
“No, no… turn around. I wanna see your face.”
I did as he asked. His dick was pressing between my cheeks, and I was shaking.
“Si… Simon, this is my first time taking a cock in my ass…” My voice trembled as much as my body. Even though I was a strong rugby player, with Simon I felt vulnerable — and safe.
“Hey, baby. We don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.”
But I wanted it more than anything. “Let’s do it.”
He moved me onto all fours at the edge of the bed and, without warning, buried his face in my ass. His tongue pressed against my pink hole, licking, spitting, spanking me until my whole body shook. He ate my ass for half an hour, leaving me gaping, wet, and desperate.
“I want it bareback,” I begged.
“As you wish, kiddo.”
He spat on his cock, spreading it over the thick shaft. I felt the blunt head press against my hole. He gripped my neck with one hand, guiding his cock with the other.
The pressure was overwhelming. My moans were loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Simon pulled back when I screamed, but I took a deep breath and pushed myself until the head popped inside. My hole was on fire, but I was proud. That was a huge achievement for me.
He started rocking back and forth, each thrust sinking deeper into me. The room filled with our moans and the raw, sweaty smell of sex. His hands roamed my body — from my neck to my abs, to my pecs. Then his chest pressed against my back, and his lips brushed my ear.
“Tell daddy how much you like this,” he growled.
He wasn’t just Simon anymore. He was Daddy.
I couldn’t form words, just desperate moans and broken cries. Soon his cock was buried all the way inside me, his pubes slapping my ass.
“It’s time to make you my bad boy.”
His pace grew savage, pounding me until I was screaming into his palm as he covered my mouth. He pulled me upright onto my knees, pounding me from behind, his dominant energy overwhelming me.
We fucked everywhere — the bed, the floor, the bathroom, even on his desk.
“Ahhh… fuck… I’m cuuuummmiiing!” Simon pulled out, stroking himself, and thick ropes of hot cum splattered across my face and chest.
“My milk’s expensive. Don’t waste a drop,” he growled, smearing his load across my skin before shoving his fingers into my mouth. Like the good slut I was, I licked them clean, then sucked the head of his cock until it was spotless.
He jerked me off and I came, though not nearly as much as him. He licked a few drops from my chest before collapsing beside me.
“Wanna take a shower?” I asked.
“Nah. I love the smell,” he said with a grin.
We curled up under the covers, my face buried against his sweaty pecs, and drifted off to sleep
COMING BACK
“Hey,” I said, putting it on speaker.
“Tom…”
———————————————
“Mom? What do you need?” I was a bit confused — she knew I was going to stay at Simon’s place.
“I’m calling because I forgot to tell you that…” She stopped for a second. “That Benjamin is coming back home next week. So you mustn’t make plans for the week. Have a good night, sweetheart.”
I was puzzled. Benjamin was coming back. The only thing I could say was goodbye, and then my mom hung up.
I totally forgot Simon was there, and that he had heard the whole conversation.
“Who’s Benjamin?” he asked, sitting next to me and placing his hand on my back.
I turned to face him and rested my head on his shoulder. He hugged me, lifting me up to sit on his lap. He was such a nice guy. I loved him. His hands were wrapped around my waist as I began talking.
“Benji… he’s my stepbrother.” I paused, trying to find the right words. “He’s gay, and he’s coming back home after six years away.”
Simon looked as surprised as me.
“I thought your stepdad wasn’t very nice to gay people,” he said (and he was right).
“That’s why he went to live with his boyfriend in New York.”
Simon didn’t say anything or move for a while. “So this means we won’t see each other for a week?” he asked, sounding a bit sad.
“I was wondering if you’d like to come with me. As my boyfriend.” The words slipped out before I could think, but I knew it was what I wanted.
“Of course, kiddo.” He smiled, and we embraced in a tight hug.
Our cocks were soft now; the heat of the moment had passed.
“I’m still horny, though… and we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” Simon whispered.
He started stroking his cock, and it was hard in seconds. I was just as horny, so I dropped to my knees as Simon moved to the edge of the bed. I looked like a total slut down there, sucking Simon’s enormous cock. I was getting better each time, and soon I was deepthroating him with ease. He pushed my head down until my nose was buried in his trimmed pubes. His musky smell drove me wild. I ran out of air, and when I pulled back, a huge string of spit dripped from my mouth to his shaft. My chin was wet with precum and saliva.
“Perfectly lubed,” he smirked. He lay back in the middle of the bed, spreading his legs wide. “Ride me.”
His tone was different now, dominant.
It was my very first time being fucked, and I was trembling. I sat on his cock, facing away.
“No, no… turn around. I wanna see your face.”
I did as he asked. His dick was pressing between my cheeks, and I was shaking.
“Si… Simon, this is my first time taking a cock in my ass…” My voice trembled as much as my body. Even though I was a strong rugby player, with Simon I felt vulnerable — and safe.
“Hey, baby. We don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.”
But I wanted it more than anything. “Let’s do it.”
He moved me onto all fours at the edge of the bed and, without warning, buried his face in my ass. His tongue pressed against my pink hole, licking, spitting, spanking me until my whole body shook. He ate my ass for half an hour, leaving me gaping, wet, and desperate.
“I want it bareback,” I begged.
“As you wish, kiddo.”
He spat on his cock, spreading it over the thick shaft. I felt the blunt head press against my hole. He gripped my neck with one hand, guiding his cock with the other.
The pressure was overwhelming. My moans were loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Simon pulled back when I screamed, but I took a deep breath and pushed myself until the head popped inside. My hole was on fire, but I was proud. That was a huge achievement for me.
He started rocking back and forth, each thrust sinking deeper into me. The room filled with our moans and the raw, sweaty smell of sex. His hands roamed my body — from my neck to my abs, to my pecs. Then his chest pressed against my back, and his lips brushed my ear.
“Tell daddy how much you like this,” he growled.
He wasn’t just Simon anymore. He was Daddy.
I couldn’t form words, just desperate moans and broken cries. Soon his cock was buried all the way inside me, his pubes slapping my ass.
“It’s time to make you my bad boy.”
His pace grew savage, pounding me until I was screaming into his palm as he covered my mouth. He pulled me upright onto my knees, pounding me from behind, his dominant energy overwhelming me.
We fucked everywhere — the bed, the floor, the bathroom, even on his desk.
“Ahhh… fuck… I’m cuuuummmiiing!” Simon pulled out, stroking himself, and thick ropes of hot cum splattered across my face and chest.
“My milk’s expensive. Don’t waste a drop,” he growled, smearing his load across my skin before shoving his fingers into my mouth. Like the good slut I was, I licked them clean, then sucked the head of his cock until it was spotless.
He jerked me off and I came, though not nearly as much as him. He licked a few drops from my chest before collapsing beside me.
“Wanna take a shower?” I asked.
“Nah. I love the smell,” he said with a grin.
We curled up under the covers, my face buried against his sweaty pecs, and drifted off to sleep
Next time Simon shouldn't pull out lol
CHAPTER 11: “AFTER SIX YEARS”
The Saturday sun was shining brightly when I woke up. My head was resting on Simon’s pecs, one of my legs draped across his waist, my arms wrapped around his torso, both of us completely naked. I looked like a monkey clinging to a tree. I opened my eyes but didn’t move; I just stayed there for a few minutes until Simon woke up too.
“Good morning, Kiddo. Ready to meet Benji?” Simon slid his hand into my hair and smiled.
“What a night, huh? Yeah… I’m ready.”
We laughed, then headed to the kitchen for breakfast. I’d never been in his kitchen before and—holy fuck—it was the most incredible kitchen I had ever seen. I swear it was twice the size of my bedroom.
Simon prepared breakfast and we sat together on the couch. I turned on the TV and we cuddled while we ate, until the sound of a car pulling into the garage broke the silence.
“Fuck… my parents.” (And don’t forget—we were still naked).
Simon quickly put the plates on the counter and we ran back to his room. We started getting dressed in a rush. “Hi Simon, we’re home,” I heard from the hall. Simon’s hands were shaking so badly he couldn’t even button his shirt.
“Come with me,” he said, grabbing my hand and opening the door.
“Are you sure?” I whispered. He had never told his parents about us. But he just kept walking, holding my hand tight.
We entered the living room and found his father—mid-forties, brown hair, broad shoulders, the perfect image of a rich man. His mother was equally striking: blonde hair, elegant dress, every inch the archetype of a wealthy wife.
Their expressions changed instantly when they saw Simon holding my hand.
“Hi, Dad,” Simon said, hugging them both before gripping my hand again.
“What’s this, Simon?” his father asked.
“He… he’s Tom. He’s my… my boyfriend.”
If they were shocked by the hand-holding, Simon’s words nearly made them faint.
“Hi, Mr… uh…” I stumbled, not knowing his name.
“Mr. Anderson,” he completed flatly.
I shook his hand, then turned to his mother. “Hi, I’m Tom.”
“Hi… Tom,” she answered, looking down before disappearing into her room.
“I’m sorry,” Mr. Anderson muttered before following her.
Simon was crushed. His eyes watered, and I wiped away the tear running down his cheek. “I’m sorry, Kiddo. I didn’t think they’d react like that.”
“Don’t worry, babe,” I whispered. “They just need some time.”
We got into his car and drove in silence. Cars blurred past the window, and in what felt like no time we were at my house.
I knocked on the door, and when it opened, a tall, muscular man stood before me. Blonde hair perfectly combed, blue eyes, a tailored suit that fit him like a glove. Benji had changed a lot in these years—and for the better.
“Oh my god, it’s my little brother!” He laughed and pulled me into a tight hug. Just like me, Benji loved physical touch.
Simon reached out to shake his hand, but Benji ignored it and hugged him too. “You know how to choose well, Tom. You two fit perfectly together.”
Simon and I froze, confused. How did he know I was gay?
My mom smiled knowingly. “I told him.”
We spent some time catching up, sharing old memories, until my parents went out to buy groceries. That’s when Benji started the most obvious conversation.
“Who would’ve thought we’d both turn out to be gay, huh?”
Simon blushed bright red, and I was scrambling for the right words.
“We… haven’t really talked about that yet.”
A long silence filled the room.
