Puppy for Sale
by James Matthews
Chapter 50
The Two Sides of Passion
As I approached the table where Mr Watson was sitting he held out his hand to me, leaving me to ponder whether to take it or not. I looked across at mum who had a protective expression on her face but she did nod lightly telling me things were ok. I took his hand and we gently shook as I watched a gentle smile return to Watson's lips.
"It's good to see you, you look well Puppy. Looks like you have gained a few pounds too."
"Thank you, I am well. So why are you here, is Cindy ok?"
"Oh yes, Cindy is fine Puppy, actually she is the reason I am here since you ask. I am aware my behaviour in Burger King was a little bizarre, for which I apologise, I know how much you and Cindy loved each other and I now know it was wrong of me to try and get in the way of that."
"Love," I said, taking a seat slowly.
"I'm sorry?" Mr Watson asked, raising a brow.
"You said loved, as in past tense, when actually we still love each other. That's something which will never change no matter how hard you try and keep us apart."
"Yes, I'm sure that's correct."
"Puppy, would you like dad and I to leave the room so you and Mr Watson can talk?" mum asked, catching a look at Max who was listening intently."
"No its fine, I have no secrets," I replied, before turning my attention back to Watson. "You know, when I spoke to you in Burger King... or rather you spoke to me, I felt like the man I had known for all those years had been replaced by someone else. You treated me like I was some kind of stranger. What hurt the most, was the fact that out of all the people in my life including Max and Susan, I had spent the most time and had the most interaction with you... some might have said you had been like my father, and yet you alienated me in such a cold way, why?"
Mr Watson looked at the ceiling and sighed, as if deep with regret. "It... it was for the protection of Cindy, Puppy. I know the way I went about things was unforgivable, and what you just said confirms that to me. It's that guilt and sorrow that has led me to your house Puppy, make no mistake."
"What do you mean, for the protection of Cindy? That sounds crazy; you know I would never hurt her."
Watson shook his head. "No, no, I didn't mean it like that. I wanted her to have a fresh start, a clean slate Puppy. I wanted her to forget as much as she could about Greenstone and the life she came from. I guess I saw you as a connection to that and tried to supress it. I know what you're thinking and yes I realise it was not one of the best decisions I have ever made in my life."
"You got that right," I replied, tense, but controlled.
"I didn't realise the impact it was going to have on the both of you. I thought with you going to live with your new family and Cindy starting the process of coming to live with me that you would both be too excited to worry about each other and would eventually just move on."
"Mr Watson, a friendship such as ours and what it was based on is not some kind of phase you know. It ran deep, more, deep than anyone will ever know. Being out of contact with Cindy was like having an arm removed."
"Puppy, I am trying to tell you that I get that now, but most of all I wanted to say sorry to you, in person. And for the record Cindy has always asked about you, that has never stopped."
"And what have you been telling her?"
"Well obviously, now, the truth."
"And before?"
"I said that you had moved away and left no contact number."
"So, exactly what you told me about her then."
"Yes," he admitted, solemnly.
I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This visit from the man I was so angry with was leaving my mind torn in two. I wanted to hate him for the treatment he had given me in Burger King and for the way he had tried to keep Cindy and me apart. But, the other part accepted his reasons and respected him still. I felt if he had been any other man my thoughts would have weighed wholly to the former, but I just could not bring myself to be that angry with him as thoughts of past memories flashed through my mind. The truth was whatever had been going through the mind of this man I had known and loved for so many years; he was still a good person.
"You realise Cindy and I talk on the phone right?"
"No... no I didn't, but I'm not angry or concerned with that."
"So can we just rewind to the beginning, why are you actually here? You said it was about Cindy."
"Yes that's right; I'm here to make amends, Puppy. I want to let you know that you are free to see Cindy whenever you want... that's of course if it's ok with your parents," he revealed, looking up at Max as if to judge his approval.
"Wow, that's great," I said, a sudden burst of excitement filtering through me.
"I thought you would be pleased."
"Thank you, it means a lot to me."
"And Cindy, Puppy."
"She knows?"
"Yes, I told her this morning."
"Does she know you are here?"
"No, and I would rather that part be kept a secret. None of my family knows I am here."
"Why not?"
"My wife thinks that Cindy still needs that fresh start. She has nothing against you Puppy, not in the slightest but she was the one who didn't want Cindy to have contact with anyone from the home."
"It's funny, but I had a feeling this whole thing couldn't have been thought up by you, you're just not like that Mr Watson."
"Yes well, let's just see how things go, and for now, if you want to see each other perhaps that can be at the park or some place, at least until I have explained to my wife what decision I have made in respect of the both of you."
"Deal!"
"Well, I suppose I better get going and let you folks enjoy your evening. Thank you for inviting me into your home Mrs Chase, Mr Chase," Watson nodded.
"You're welcome Mr Watson, thank you for giving Jensen such good news," mum gushed. He nodded before turning to me.
"And Puppy?"
"Yeah?" I responded looking at him.
"You uh... You were a good Son" he said nodding, before walking towards the door.
Dad saw Mr Watson out while mum and I just stared at each other thinking how great today turned out to be. I went over to her and she collected me in her arms kissing me on the forehead.
"Well that was interesting." Mum remarked.
"You're telling me," I replied, shaking my head.
After my dinner and shower I spent the next hour on the phone to Cindy as we excitedly chatted about the latest news. She admitted jumping up and down on her bed for ten minutes when she found out, something I found really amusing. It was good to hear her voice happy again. There were times when I wondered If I would ever hear the old Cindy I knew at the home. Lately she had been so down and I knew that was because of our lack of contact. I guess it was different for me. I had Steven, mum and dad to take my mind off her. Not to mention this whole saga with Dave, which had been taking up a lot of my brain capacity lately.
Now off the phone I lay on my bed thinking about the visit from Mr Watson wondering what drove him to come over and reveal what he did. I knew he was a good man and it was fitting that he would eventually come round to the idea of Cindy and I seeing each other again because I knew what kind of person he was. Of course, it was surprising that his wife had been the undercurrent in all this, but I had to accept she had her reasons. There was little to gain by being angry about it.
While I was lost in my thoughts Dave came into the bedroom and knelt at my bed pressing his lips forcefully onto mine making me reel back in shock.
"Wha... what are you doing?" I asked, my face screwed up.
"I heard about your news, I just wanted to congratulate you," he replied, smiling.
"With a sloppy kiss?"
"Why not?" he asked, running his hand up underneath my t-shirt stroking my stomach, before playing with the line of hair that was my treasure trail.
"I... um, I think it's a good thing that he came round," I said, swallowing hard as Dave started to push his hand under my sweatpants waist band.
"Hmm, yeah I think your right," Dave agreed, dreamily, starting to massage my rapidly inflating dick, before cupping my low hanging balls in his hand and lightly squeezing.
"Dave, uh, I... I don't think this is a good idea."
"Why not?" he asked smiling, almost evilly. "It's been a while since we have both gotten off, what's the harm?"
He continued to work me under my pants and I watched as his other hand was pleasuring himself through the material of his jeans. Then he got up and started to unzip the button on his trousers before pulling his cock out and wanking it in front of me. As much as I didn't want this to go any further I was hypnotised with the action. His loose ball sack swung as he worked himself.
Crouching down he started to tug at my sweatpants taking them down below my manhood. My cock was rock hard through being played with and watching him pleasure his own organ.
"Hey guys I was wondering if you wanted to watch.... WHOA!" cried Steven catching us in the act. I went to quickly pull up my pants but Dave stopped me and carried on. I expected Steven to run off out of the room but instead he closed the door and went over to his bed taking a seat on it.
None of us said anything as Dave continued to work me over while doing himself. I could see Steven watching out the corner of my eye before realising he was holding his fucking phone up filming us. I wanted to tell him not to but there was something quite erotic being filmed at a time when I was so vulnerable.
"Hey Dave, let me know when you are gonna bust, I wanna get this bit on film" Steven said.
"Like now!" Dave panted. Then without warning he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me up close to his dick before busting all over my face. Shot after shot was soaking me, going in my eyes, my mouth, in my hair and down my chin... it was fucking hot! Dave threw his head back in ecstasy as the orgasm rocked his body. His legs were trembling and moments later I too let go, sending a huge rope of cum flying over my shoulder.
"WOW!" Steven yelled, looking impressed.
"It's... been... a ... while," I puffed, watching as more and more semen pumped from my spewing penis.
Regret and guilt immediately spread through me and I pushed Dave off me and ran to the bathroom, slamming the door. I quickly locked it and walked over to the mirror looking at my drenched face in the mirror. I looked used... I felt used. Why the fuck did I let that happen? I thought cursing myself.
Stepping my saturated body into the shower I switched it on before taking my sodden clothes off. I had cum dripping from various parts of my body as Dave's seed and my own ran down my limbs. All I could think about right now was Hunter. Yeah we weren't together but I got the feeling we were close to being and it somehow felt like I had cheated on him. In the process I had probably screwed Dave's head up further, him thinking maybe our relationship could be on the way to repair.
No Chance, I thought, stepping under the water.
After the episode with Dave, and having the time to stand under the shower and think for a little while, something became clear to me - I wanted to be with Hunter and to hell with what anyone else thought about it. Hunter had a loving soul, I could feel it, what's more he was on my level and I wanted him. I wanted him because he made me happy and for that reason only. Whatever people said or thought about him I was willing to take that risk. I was ready to give him a chance and if I got hurt then on my head be it. I was not going to give up a chance of real happiness just because of idle gossip. Hunter had been honest with me, passionately honest and his reward for that would be me giving myself to him.
"Jensen, are you ok in there?" I heard Dave call through the door. I flinched hearing his voice, my body tense.
"Be out in a minute," I called, as cheerfully as I could muster.
"Ok, just checking," came the response, before silence. I breathed out a long breath and turned off the shower, before grabbing a towel and drying myself.
Time to face the music, I thought
Normally in the evenings it would be just me Steven and I in our room while Dave would sit downstairs with the folks, but not tonight. I knew the reason why as well. Also instead of sitting or lying on his camp bed he was on mine playing with my leg hair as we all watched TV. I knew what he was up to, and his touching me was making me feel awkward, but what could I say?
"Ca... can I sleep with you tonight?" he asked, his question making me swallow hard.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good idea Dave."
"But why, I thought things-"
"Were what, back to normal?" I cut him off. "Look Dave, what happened back there should not have done."
"Made a good video for Xtube though," Steven remarked, giggling.
"I don't know what that is Steven, but that video stays on your phone unless you want it trodden on," I said, serious.
I turned my attention back to Dave. "I'm sorry if I gave you false hope, I really should not have let that happen between us."
"Then why did you, you must feel something?"
"I think a lot of you Dave, but I don't feel like that towards you anymore."
"Oh," was all he said, letting his head drop... a sight that was becoming a trademark for him.
"I don't want to lie to you Dave, I mean, I could sit here and pretend everything's normal and kid myself that we could get back together, but I can't, especially now," I said, wondering what can of worms I had just opened by saying... especially now.
Dave looked up me giving me a sideways look. "What does that mean, especially now?"
"Just saying, that's all," I replied, nervous.
"You're a crap liar, Jensen Stibbings!"
"Oh oh, Jensen, Dave is using the surname, you're in trouble now," Steven remarked.
"Fuck off Steven, I know why he said that, don't I Jensen," Dave spat turning back to me.
"I don't know what you mean."
"So, has he fucked you yet?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yes Dave I have boys falling at my feet, so many, I am exhausted through all these imaginary people you seem to think I am seeing."
"Don't be smart with me Jensen, you know what one I am on about."
"Hunter by any chance," I sighed.
"Well?"
I sat for a moment, thinking through my response. "You wanna know? You REALLY wanna know?" I asked, feeling slight anger in my belly. Steven looked over seeing the mood was starting to change.
"Yeah I wanna know."
"You might not like the answer," I said, sitting up.
"I know I won't, but I wanna know anyway."
"Ok, Hunter has been asking me out every day for ages now and I have kept saying no. At first it was because we were on a break and I was loyal to you and I thought there was a chance we might make it. Later on it was because I felt guilty towards you. Even though I knew we were finished I still didn't want to hurt you. Lately I have been tempted I'll admit it, but still I didn't think I was ready to jump into another relationship plus the fact I knew it would upset you."
"And now?" Dave asked, folding his arms.
I took a deep breath. "Tomorrow, Hunter is going to ask me out again and I am going to say yes. I want to be with him Dave and I want you to accept that."
Dave put his hand up to his mouth and burst into tears. I looked at Steven who glared at me shaking his head.
"Don't look at me like that Steven," I barked. "I am fed up with sacrificing my own happiness for the sake of others all the time. I've done nothing wrong here."
"God, you really know how to make a person feel shit," Dave sobbed.
"I'm not going to live my life in secret Dave, sooner or later you would have found out and I didn't want... I don't want... it to be like that."
"He'll ruin you, I swear, you don't know what you are letting yourself in for."
"Are you saying that for any other reason apart from the fact you are angry with me or..."
"I'm saying it because it's true, he's an asshole, as soon as he's bored with you, you'll be history, mark my words."
"I hate to get involved Jensen, but Dave is talking sense, I have heard about Hunter from other people, my position is clear, just be careful."
I huffed. "Well... well thank you, I will."
Morning swung round like catapult and I was awoken to the sound of Steven shouting at mum downstairs.
"Steven Chase you come back down these stairs immediately!" She yelled, and I heard Steven stomp back down. The arguing then become muffled as they must have gone into the lounge and closed the door. I got up and went to the bathroom feeling it was better not to get involved. Dave was nowhere to be seen and I wondered why, seeing as he was usually the last to get up, barring rare occasions.
Draining my bladder I wandered out and downstairs to fix some breakfast. Normally mum would have something ready to eat for me but not this morning. Just then Steven came charging out of the lounge and into the kitchen.
"Don't you walk away from me, I want to know what the hell is going on Steven,"
"Nothing is going on mum, can you just drop it, Jesus!"
"I hope to GOD for your sake you have not got your brother involved in this." I looked up assuming she was talking about me.
"Got me involved in what?" I asked, getting worried. Mum looked at me before going to the drawer and pulling out something.
"I am going to show this to your father, God help you Steven, God help you when he finds out. My Son, doing this, it's... It's impossible."
Mum came over to the table and slammed two small bags down on it and glared at Steven. He looked pale and scared, which worried me because Steven very rarely looked worried about anything.
"Do you know anything about this Jensen?"
"I don't even know what it is?" I replied.
"Tell him Steven, tell your brother what you have been doing!" she yelled through her now flowing tears.
"Mum, please, he doesn't need to know." Steven wined.
Mum picked them up in her hand and shook them in front of me. "This Jensen, this is called Crystal Meth, and your brother has been injecting himself with it, or smoking it, the stupid, stupid fool!"
"I haven't been doing-"
"Crystal..."
"Meth, it's a drug Jensen. Steven, you wanna know what people turn into on this stuff?"
"Mum, I haven't done anything; I was just going to try it that's all."
"Go get your iPAD, I want to show you."
"Mum, we really don't-"
"GO GET YOUR IPAD NOW!" she screamed, almost hysterical. I flinched never having seen her like that before. Steven quickly went from the lounge and came back with the tablet in his hand.
"Do I wanna see this?" I muttered.
"Turn it on," she barked. "Turn it on and give it to me. By the way you are grounded for six months for this, I am so ashamed and angry with you... you have NO IDEA!"
With her hands shaking mum Googled some image and placed the iPAD on the table. In front of me were what looked like before and after pictures of various men and women who had taken this drug?
"Wow, are they really the same people?" I asked, trying to calm the room.
"Look at it... Steven, LOOK AT IT," she bellowed, seeing that he was indeed not.
"I don't need to look at it, I can tell by Jensen's face how bad it is." Mum held up the iPAD and shoved it in Steven's face.
"Do you want to end up like that? Well, do you?"
"Mum will you please stop shouting at me, I said I was sorry."
"Sorry that you got caught, so tell me, when did you plan on putting this crap into your veins, at school, at Billy's, where?"
"I don't know, I might not have done ok?"
"Lies! Why would you have it if you didn't plan to use it?"
"I was just keeping it for someone."
"Don't fuc... don't you dare insult my intelligence Steven, you are in enough trouble. Get ready for school, go... get out of my sight."
Mum sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and wiped her eyes. "I just can't believe it, my own son dabbling in that filth," she muttered, more to herself, I suspected.
"Where did you find them," I asked, softly.
"In the chicken coop, at first I thought it was you, you know, because you spend most of the time down there, but I knew you wouldn't have had a clue about this stuff and... I just can't take it in."
"Steven admitted it?"
"He had to." She spat, looking at the doorway as if he was still there.
"Why?"
"Because I said if it wasn't him then it must have been you and I was about to come upstairs and tear layers off of you for doing that, that's when he admitted it."
"I'm glad he did, and you're right, I didn't know what they were, only that they look kind of like the thing nurses use for blood tests."
"Did you know anything about this... have any inkling this was going on, Jensen?"
"No, none at all, would you like me to speak to him?"
"It might help to find out what is going on in that thick head of his, it's clear he isn't going to tell me, he never tells me anything."
"I will talk to him... by the way where is Dave?"
"He said he needed to get out. I know me shouting at Steven caused it; I think it reminded him of being at home, as his mother shouts at him a lot. I didn't mean to scare anyone, I'm just so angry with Steven right now I can't help it."
"I guess that's what Mums do," I said.
We met Dave at the top of the road where he had texted Steven and said he would be. We were all in bad moods for different reasons and none of us had much to say about anything really, until Steven spoke.
"I am in so much trouble," he said, shaking his head.
"What were you thinking Steve?" Dave asked.
"I don't know, Billy's brother got hold of the stuff and mixed it up, said it was good shit."
"You know how anti-drugs I am Steven, I can't feel sorry for you because I'm glad she found them, you could have killed yourself."
"Spare me the lectures; do you know what I have just had to put up with? Oh no, that's right, you ran out on me!"
"I went because I don't like raised voices, I had enough of that with my own mother."
Steven nudged me. "You're quiet?" he said.
"I don't know what to say, mum is really upset right now and I don't like seeing her like that."
"Neither do I, she'll get over it."
"Nu-uh, not this one Steven, this one might be a step too far. So have you actually taken that stuff?"
"No, I was debating whether to though, you know, just to try it. It's not like I would get hooked or anything."
"Can you hear yourself Steven, you are talking about injecting something into your bloodstream, this isn't like smoking weed or anything, and this is what Heroin addicts do. You know what school has taught us about drugs, they are dangerous man!"
"Dave, I haven't even taken any of this stuff," Steven insisted.
"But you were thinking about it."
"Jesus, can we drop it please, it's like being at home with mum again."
Entering the school gates Hunter came over to me and said hello, greeting Steven and Dave too, politely.
"So, everyone geared up for the weekend?" he asked, smiling.
"Now is not a good time Hunter," Steven remarked.
"Oh sorry, hey Jensen, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Hunter, why don't you stop hanging around us, no one wants you here," Dave spat all of a sudden.
"Dave, fucking hell, why do you have to be so rude?" I barked.
"Well, he never hung around us before, and now just because he has the chance of getting into your pants he is like your fucking shadow."
"Perhaps I better leave you guys to it," Hunter said, squeezing my arm.
"No, wait, I want you to stay. Dave is just being childish. Why don't you come with us and join Billy and Jessie."
Hunter shrugged and followed us over. Everyone tapped fists and said hi to Hunter while Billy and Steven had a separate conversation.
"I've been busted," Steven remarked, not caring who in the group heard.
"Busted?" Billy repeated, in what way.
"My mum found the Meth."
"Oh my fucking... you're shitting me right?"
"Nope!"
"Meth?" Hunter whispered in my ear."
"Long story, Steven had two bags of Crystal Meth hidden and our mum found it."
"You take Crystal Meth, I never had you down for that, but hey, cool."
"Hunter! I don't take it, it was Steven that got caught... and what do you mean cool?"
"My brother takes it sometimes, so I know all about it."
"And do you?"
"No, but hey, you gotta try most things once I guess."
I shook my head. "Not while you're with me you don't."
"With..."
"Me, yeah, you heard me," I smiled
"Serious, you mean you'll go out with me?" Hunter asked, a little too loudly. The group stopped talking and all looked at Hunter before switching their eyes to me. I cleared my throat.
"Uh."
"Whoops, sorry guys, I doubt you wanted to hear that," Hunter said, bashfully.
"You know what, Hunter, I don't care who hears, yeah, that means I'll go out with you."
I expected the group to gasp in horror, but instead they all smiled barring Dave and went back to their conversations. Even Jessie didn't seem to give a shit, but then if I were any of them I would not want to go up against Hunter if he was angry with you. With the exception of Steven I don't think anyone would stand a chance, that's how well built and hunky Hunter was. He even had the right name for his build.
"Big mistake!" Dave suddenly spat before storming off into school, with the others watching on, wondering what was up with him.
"I'll go see if he's ok," Billy said.
"No Bill, leave him... we can't keep pandering to him when he hears something he doesn't like, he needs to deal with this," I said grabbing Billy's arm. I looked for Steven's approval and got the nod from him.
"Jensen's right, leave him for a while, he'll come round.
How does a mother deal with the fact her child might be taking drugs? It was a question I kept asking myself for most of the morning as I sat watching Steven during class wondering if this was going to form into a bigger problem. Sure he smoked weed now and again, but it brought home to me the conversation Dr Listern had had with me about his son and how he had been found dead because he had moved from weed onto harder stuff. Perhaps Steven was right, perhaps he just wanted to try it, I mean, it's not like he was hooked on weed and he had taken that before without issue. Part of me was even tempted myself, after all I had really enjoyed that night at the park where I had got mangled on marijuana, so it was natural to wonder what this other stuff was like. Mind you, the thought of putting a needle in my arm didn't feel me with me joy I must admit.
Overwhelming though was the fact mum was upset and it crushed me to see her like that. I planned to watch over Steven like a hawk to make sure he made the RIGHT choice when deciding whether to try this meth stuff, after all he was my brother and if mum said it was that bad it must be... and those pictures, God!
As the bell went for the end of Technology everyone left the class and I wandered to my next lesson. Steven said he was off to buy a can of Coke and left me to make my own way there which I was starting to handle just fine. The school was large but slowly, little landmarks started to remind me of where I was, a staircase here, a picture there for example.
Walking down the corridor I saw Hunter coming towards me. His shirt was, classically for Hunter, un-tucked and his tie lose as he slickly walked in my direction. With his shoulders back and head forward, He looked confident and comfortable in his skin, that bad boy image both intimidating and fucking hot.
Before we could pass each other and without saying a word he grabbed my arm and pulled into some kind of store room and locked the door.
Before I could get a word out to ask what he was doing he was slamming me up against the wall. He started to kiss my neck franticly while squeezing my hips and I couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure as he did.
"This is what you've wanted for a while isn't it," he growled seductively, making me moan and yelp quietly. He continued to kiss me while starting to undo the top button on my shirt.
"W-w-wait, we're gonna be late for class."
"Fuck the class, this is more fun," he whispered, continuing his assault on my torso. He undid my tie and threw it to the floor and pulled out my shirt that had been tucked into my trousers. Running his fingers through my hair he passionately kissed me on the lips, burying his tongue deep into the reassesses of my mouth like a wild cat. I was grunting through my nose enjoying his contact with me as I tried to respond to his kiss even though I was a novice.
Hunter had managed to unbutton my entire shirt now and was running his hands all over my chest as if there were holes he was trying to stop liquid running out of. He was like an animal and it was such a turn on. He then took his right hand and plunged it deep into my trousers and grabbed hold of my aching wet dick.
"Someone's horny," he remarked in my ear, feeling the dampness I suspected. He then undid my trouser button and let them drop to my ankles just leaving me standing in my boxers which I might add did not stay there long as he yanked them down.
"Did you shower this morning?"
"Early why?" I asked, wondering why he would ask. I was about to find out as he abruptly twisted me round, and again pushed me against the wall causing me to put my hand out to stop me burying my face in it.
All of a sudden I felt the most amazing feeling rush through me which caused a high pitched yelp to escape my mouth as it felt like he was licking my ass with his tongue. "Ooooh, ahh, ahh, oooh my God, what is that?" I panted.
Looking down I could see a string of pre-cum that was now hanging the length of my legs as my cock begged for release.
"It's called rimming, and I thought you might like it," he said, drawing breath. He then placed his hand between my legs and started to wank my wet dick, continuing to bury his tongue deep into my hole. It was a feeling I would be hopelessly inept at describing as waves of pleasure infiltrated my mind.
Moments later he stood up and I heard him spit into his hand before he rubbed it into my hole. "wh... what are you doing?" I asked, nervous and excited all in one.
"You'll see," he said, starting to take down his own trousers. I heard another spitting sound and the slurping of his hand massaging his own cock before he buried the head of it into my ass. Tensing up I let out a cry and quickly drew in a breath as the invasion took me by surprise, "FUCK!" I yelped, as the pain took hold. I felt like I was taking the biggest shit of my life until he pulled out slowly and then entered me again after placing more spit around the opening of my hole.
Hunter grabbed hold of my hair and yanked on it scaring me a little because he was being quite rough but I went with it wondering if this was what really HOT sex was like.
"Tell me you want me to fuck you!" he growled in a low voice.
"Huh?"
"Say it... say, I want you to fuck me."
"Ok, I want you to fuck me." I said, worried, but also very turned on by his dominance.
"As you command," he said starting to build up a rhythm in my ass. Pain ripped through me but as I tried to battle it away with my mind, I started to feel it being replaced by a violent urge to shoot my load up against the wall. Hunter was now panting and grunting as he pummelled me hard against the wall. As the pain was now dying down I got into it, feeling waves of pre orgasmic sensations building in my stomach. Hunter started to lick my earlobes and kiss my neck as he placed his arm around my chest, under my arms. He had his lips everywhere, leaving gentle kisses all over my neck, head, ears and back. Meanwhile his strong right arm was firmly wrapped around my chest as he hung on to what seemed like dear life.
He was fucking me! I was actually being fucked, like really!
"Want me to take you to the next level?" he whispered in my ear.
"And... what... is ... that?" I puffed, as he fucked the crap out of me, while my cock already aching so bad felt like it was going to spew.
Hunter seemed to adjust his position as if he was now standing on tip toes. It felt like his cock was now at a downwards angle and as he went back inside me I let out a high pitched yelp of ecstasy as he seemed to press a button in my ass that made me almost faint with pleasure. Hunter moved his arm up and placed his hand over my mouth to dull down my involuntarily helps of pleasure. Him doing that was just the icing on the cake for me as a turn on.
"Ooooohhhh, fuuuckkking hell," I squealed as he fucked me against the wall in this new position. With his loving arms around me and his warm sweet breath near my ear I spat the biggest load of my life up against the wall, before my legs just finally gave out and i collapsed down on the floor violently trembling. I had tears running down my face... I was crying for some reason. Hunter's cock had slipped out by that point with him not being able to hold my sudden drop to the floor. He worked his cock furiously before l felt his hot cum running down my chest making me flinch with each jet.
"Fuuuuuccck!" he wined, still doing it, which had almost covered my whole torso completely it felt. For a while he looked in pain before an expression of satisfaction glazed over his eyes and he looked down at my pathetic trembling body and smiled.
My face was still wet through tears I had spent, and my legs felt useless as Hunter helped me back to my feet.
"Wow you were so tight; I had to hold out there for a while."
"Fucking... what... what did you just do to me?" I asked, still getting over the sensation. "I can hardly stand!"
"You didn't like?" he asked, stroking my hair.
"Didn't li... that was fucking amazing, I have never felt like that before, you even made me fucking cry it felt so nice. I don't know what the fuck happened, and... and my legs, that was weird"
"Hmm, crying and nice, not too words you hear together all that much he chuckled, tilting his head.
"Where did you learn all that stuff?"
"I don't think you wanna know that, but I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed it is an understatement, I'm buzzing! My legs... my legs just went," I repeated, "I don't know what happened, I hope I didn't ruin it for you?"
"Jensen, you were amazing, I am so into you it hurts sometimes, and I'm sorry your first time was in a school cupboard."
"Hey, Steven would be proud of me, what's more boring than a bedroom when there is this much passion right?"
"Haha, you continue to surprise me, C'mon we better get out of here."
"What about all the mess?" I asked, looking at the soaked wall, not to mention myself.
"Leave it, let the old cleaner find it, I'm sure she'll remember this day for a while."
"I can't walk out like this," I sniggered, with us both starting to get post orgasm giggles.
"Ok, let's get you cleaned up, although seeing you walk out with the inside of your shirt covered in...me, would have been a memory forever!"
We both got dressed and tidied ourselves up and Hunter went to the door opening it a crack. As all the students and teachers were now in lesson the coast seemed to be clear as I saw his hand gesture me out while he kept guard. He quickly gave me a peck on the lips and smiled before we left in opposite directions, with me going to Science to explain myself.
Wow, just... fucking WOW!
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