Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: Part two of the series. Constructive feedback is the best feedback! Don't bash me too hard ;D|
Every Step You Take Pt. 2
I sit on the couch and pull my phone out. 1 missed message from a number I didn't recognize. Welp, I'd reply but I'm too lazy. Nothing to do now but wait on Jay. As I watched the ceiling fan, I suddenly remembered that Jim was going to call tonight! SHIT! How was this going to work?
I stretch out on the couch and groan, getting the attention of my cat passing by. What the hell is he looking at? I start to laugh out loud thinking about how I tend to put myself in these kind of situations from time to time. It's cool. I'm great at making things work out. I check my phone one more time and decide to catch a quick nap before Jay comes over. He's the kind of guy that comes around 7 and it's only 5. Lord knows dealing with this guy requires a lot energy.
As soon as I get comfortable and close my eyes there's a knock at the door. What the hell? Who in their right mind would be at my house?
I roll off the couch and hit the floor tummy first with a mean thud. There's another knock at the door, this time a little louder. I yell "Hold on please!" as I get up and rub my eyes. I slip on a black muscle shirt laying on the love seat and make sure my basketball shorts are pulled up. I grab a hand mirror from under the couch and check myself out. My eyes were glittering a honey-ish color and my hair didn't look too bad. I slide it back under the couch and stride over to the door.
Who ever it is knocks again as I unlock the deadbolt and knob. Damn I hate people. I really do. I slowly open the door and to my surprise it's Jay, the devil himself. I glance back at the 9' grandfather clock my grandmother received as a gift from her son in Germany. It's 7:30? What? Somebody is playing games. Very well, I'll play along.
He rushes the door and past me and sits on the couch. I turn around and check him out. Yellow t-shirt, pair of cargo shorts and some black chucks. I will never understand the concept of "swag". His hair was spiked up and he shaped his eyebrows. He looked like something out of a Mac Miller music video.
"Dude, you're staring."
"Yeah? Fuck you bitch." I grin and sit next to him. I grab his backpack and open it. Condoms and Hpnotiq. A man after my own heart. I lay the bag aside and get up to head to the kitchen. No way in the name of Jesus would I pass a bottle of anything between us.
"Is something wrong Jules? You're acting like you don't want to see me."
"My industrial hurts". I was totally lying. My piercings never hurt.
"Take it out then! I hate piercings." He picks up the remote and turns on the TV.
I step back from the sink and look at him. He knows damn well I hate when people talk crap about my piercings. I grab two cups, a clean one and a dirty-ish one. Looking back in the living room, he was totally occupied with what I had on the DVR. I throw some crushed ice in each and bring them in. He selects an episode of Degrassi and pours the drinks. I thank him and sit in the love seat.
A few minutes pass by before one of us say something. He breaks the ice, he always does.
"Jules, talk to me." He's trying to make eye contact.
" Okay.. Jay. Hi." I keep my eyes glued on the TV. He has to try harder than that.
"Really? Okay. I need to get something off my chest."
"What is it? Some bitches bra?" He shifted in his seat. Ha.
"You wish. Look at me." I look over at him and raise an eyebrow.
"Jules, I'm really sorry for cheating on you. I just need you to know that I didn't mean for it to happen."
That set something off in me. I get up. My heart begin to race and I feel like yelling, but I can't. With a calm voice I say, "You just fell in that tramps' pussy? What, you just so happen to text her for 3 months? Call her babe? You didn't mean to?"
The room goes dark for a moment before a commercial comes on. He gets up and stands inches away from me. I can smell the BOD spray he was wearing, and it took every ounce of self-control in me to not tackle him down and eat him up.
"Jules, I'm sorry." He whispered it with weird truth to it. Strangely the alcohol smells amazing in his breath.
He puts his arm around my lower back and pulls me in, and naturally I put an arm around his neck. Our lips meet for the first time in months. The first kiss was sweet. I could taste his lemon chapstick. We part for a second looking in each other eyes. We bear hug each other and begin devouring each others faces, making wild slurping noises. He takes a second to bite my lower lip. I giggle at this and I feel his hands traveling down my back and into my shorts, squeezing my ass. I push him onto the couch and we begin to strip as quick as possible. He's stumbling all over the place as I peel my muscle shirt and shorts off.
After a minute, we're both nude and I'm sitting on top on him, girding my junk up against his. It's a shame that he's only 4" uncut, other wise I would have happily been his bottom bitch. He pulls me down and kisses my neck. Fuck. I moan and that sends a good amount of precum surging and smearing between our bodies. It's hot and sticky and if it wasn't for the color difference you would have thought I came right there.
I feel my throbbing cock trying to get in-between his legs. We switch positions so he's sitting on top. This was great. He begins to grind his tight ass on the tip of the mushroom head of my 9" monster. I lean up and bite his nipple, which sends him flying off the handle and he moans my name. I loved it when he let his chest hair grown a little.
With the precum flowing like tap, I decided against lube and I rubbed my cock against his hole. In an effort to take it all at once, he manages to pop the head in with a fluid motion. Fuck! He leans down, breathing heavily. We sit stay like that for a few seconds before he leans back up and takes the rest like a pro. He felt amazing. I forgot how tight he was. It was like fucking a hot fleshlight (band camp, could be another story on it's own lol). We took it slow at first. He rolled his hips in a circular motion while I tried to keep myself from blowing right there.
Without warning, he suddenly started bouncing on my cock like it was a trampoline. The only sounds in the room where his grunting and the sound of steamy flesh clapping. I looked up at him and got lost in his eyes as he looked down at me with a fiery look on his face. I smile and he lets me know he's getting close. I grab his hips and begin thrusting into him, meeting his ass and making the slapping sounds even louder.
I feel his ass clench my cock and we both cum at the same time. He may not have a big dick, but he could shoot! A rope of it hit my chin, another on my chest, and a few more on my belly. It was so hot the shit kind of burned. I emptied my load deep inside of his guts as I felt his ass contract around the base of my manhood.
Without any verbal exchange he climbs off and stumbles for a second. I laugh and throw my muscle shirt at him after wiping my self off. He goes to my bathroom to get a shower. Then I feel something vibrate on the couch. I get up to see what the hell it was and it was my phone.
Here's the scary part. Jim called, and somehow we answered it, and he's still on the line.
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