I don't feel desperate anymore...
This is the 4th and final installment of the I'm feeling a little
Desperate... fic that took me one day to write all the other parts and
3 days to write the final part. This has been sitting around and i've
hadnt had time to post it. The last post of this, the 3rd part, was
about 2 weeks ago. Some of this was beta'd by the one and onlyshimmelk. She's so awesome.
DISCLAIMER: unfortunately, not happening
Here are parts: I feel a little Desperate... / I feel a little Desperate ...too / I feel a little Desperate... also
Either I open the door and pull Nick by the arms and hug him telling all he'd ever wanted to hear. Or, I could just let this feeling go and pretend it was just temporary, then tell Bobbeh there is a naked man waiting for him and he better take the offer or else I'll put a chain lock on my door.
"Bobbeh, (I sigh) I think that you need to just leave. You need to sort out your feelings because you don't really want me. I made a promise to myself a week ago not to have sex ever again for the rest of my college year. Nobody knows this but you so at least you know I have some ounce of feelings for you but they're far from sexual." Bobbeh opened his mouth about to speak with his eyebrows both raised but I immediately shushed hip, "You're probably going to ask why I made this promise," He looked at me then shook his head side to side slowly but I ignored it and continued because I like to hear myself talk. "I wanted to get with somebody. He's someone that I thought was way out of my league because he was smart and mature, two things I am not. I was extremely jealous and tried to make him as dumb as me by doing stupid things but do you know what? It only made him smarter. I gave up and now he gave in. I'm sorry Bobbeh, but you have to go because I'm gonna shag someone right now and it's not gonna be you."
I turned away from him to open the door but he pushed me against it pressing his groin into me and his palms against my shoulders. "Alex please don't do this to me. I really want you right now and right here in the hall." He forced his hands down my chest as he smelt my hair, inhaling the cheap shampoo I found in Nick's drawer two days ago. His fingers lowered and twisted the hairs below my belly until he plunged into my front. His hands were as hungry as Nick's mouth today at the park. They wrapped around my cock and pulled and tugged. I was close to begging him to stop. He softened his grasp and stroked it tenderly with the tips of his fingers. His head was moving onto my shoulder so that his few days of not shaving was scratching my face. I wondered if Nick wondered about me at this moment.
What is he doing right now?
Bobbeh moved his fingers under my cock and slid it up and down then pushed and applied the most horrid pressure upon my balls. My left hand came alive and grabbed at his crotch applying the same pain. He pushed himself off of me and cupped his hurt groin releasing a noise that sounded of a cry mingling with an angry yell. I spat on the floor between us and darted a stare. I hoped he was just as mad as I was that he came between me and Nick right when I was going to confess everything to him. I creaked the door open and saw Nick dressed up in his usual attire sneaking out of the window.
"Nick!" I yelled and he turned but instead of falling back in, he was falling out of the window. I leaped into the air and thought I caught the end of his sweater feeling completely horrible that I killed someone but then I heard, "Alex pull me up, Now!" and I realized I caught him. I saved him! I reeled him back in and he landed on top of me which I was very much comfortable with but he hastily got up and moved to his corner of the room.
"So why aren't you shagging him now...Oh right, you made a promise."
"Nick! How'd you know? Were you eavesdropping?"
"Maybe I was and not only was I listening. I was watching. I wondered what was taking you so long so I looked through the peak hole seeing your head against the door and his nose in your hair. Bet he was giving you a nice hand job, wish I could've saved you again?" He wasn't in the mood I wanted him to be in.
I liked it better when he was naked.
"I was so mad I wanted to get out and leave you. I was going to move into an apartment 6 months ago but then I saw you walk through those doors with that Von Bondies shirt with the low cut showing your clear pale skin. Your weak arms dropped the box you were holding and you looked at me, groaned like a whiny boy
on his birthday who wanted a skateboard but got a bike instead. I stayed because I thought you secretly liked me. I thought those sex calls you had every night was to make me feel so horny for you. I thought those little tricks you pulled like me seeing you naked when i walked into the room was an invite but now that I know you actually love some guy... and don't pretend Kapranos, I heard what you said, well, I don't want to be in here anymore."
I was so glad that he caught every signal but I was disappointed at this last one.
"No. Nick. When I walked in with that box with my strong arms then dumped it to the ground I thought you were a bad boy with a disgusting preppy look on the outside. I came to learn later that you were so smart and mature. I loved, love, everything about you. I told Bobbeh to go home and to leave us in peace. Just you and me alone. I'd like to take a ride on my bike now."
He stepped out slowly from the corner he was in and leaped up to hug me, wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I pulled him in tighter and whispered, "Mine or yours?" He answered and I thrust him onto my bed. He bounced a bit on the springs and pulled his sweater up over his head. I stopped him before he managed to open the second button of his shirt. I often imagined undressing him and I felt a tingle in the deep pit of my stomach. "May I have the honors?" His eyes looked glossy and he nodded while gulping down a clump of spit.
I placed my hands on his shirt and continued where he left off. With each button popping open, I felt more and more prepared for what was to come. I pushed the shirt off of his shoulders while bringing my head closer to his. Our lips just brushed each other then settled and aligned perfectly. My tongue was slowly making its way, trying to open his mouth. He backed his head and talked into my mouth, "I never frenched before." I widened my eyes at the thought that I never really knew what he knew how to do and what he didn't.
"Well just let me slip my tongue into your mouth and then you can do the same to me?" He mouthed the word ‘okay’ and pressed his lips back onto mine. His lips parted slightly for my tongue to enter and he pressed in harder, wanting it to go deeper into him. I licked and tickled his palette and felt around his mouth, marking my territory. I removed my tongue from his mouth, telling him it was his turn. He timidly brought his tongue in my mouth, first licking my lips then moving past my teeth, then dusting my mouth of grown cobwebs from its retirement from passionate kissing. I released, tilting my head up and lowered my hands from his upper arms to his belt. He was not shy before when waltzing around the room bare, but now seemed a little uncomfortable as I slipped the leather out from the silver buckle, then undid the button moving on to the zipper. His face blushed when I pulled them off him, revealing an enormous erection.
"Is that bad?" He asked me looking away in fear if I'd strike him.
"No, I think it's the healthiest thing in the world. It makes me do this." I slipped off my pants and discarded them where my shirt was left from before. He lied his back down on the mattress and waited for me to get back on him. "So why you've never frenched?" I questioned while slipping off my boxers while he looked at the wall beside him. I stood at the foot of my bed just where he was moments ago. I did the same and crawled over him jabbing fists into the mattress as I moved then sat on his belly with my legs on either side of him. My cock was flirting with his bits of chest hair that would often make an appearance every time he wore a polo shirt with the buttons opened.
He turned his head to face me with a serious smile I think only he could pull off then said, "I never bothered with mouths," just the thought of him breathing heavily while screaming someone's name in orgasm made me sweat and fully erect.
And speak of the devil.
I dipped in and kissed his cheek then his beautiful cheekbones forming shadows on his face, then his neck. His hands were on my ribs and rubbing me all over my back then moved further down into my cleft. I sucked too hard and broke a blood vessel by his collarbone. His left hand moved down my thigh and squeezed it.
My hand took his, pulling it to my mouth, pointed out his middle finger and slowly injected it into my mouth. My tongue wrapped around it then pulled it further back in my mouth, surprised I hadn't gagged. He smiled and his eyes lit up, taking in that this moment that he never thought would happen had finally arrived. I released his hand then he pulled me on my back, bringing himself on top. He grinded his erection into mine creating a burning sensation and producing some sort of drug, like soma, and making me want him even more badly than ever before.
He pulled himself off the bed and I almost thought he was just going to leave me here until he came back, with a bow-tie. Ironically, it was one that he wore to church. The bow-tie was black with white polka dots speckled all over it. He brought my wrists together then bound them with the wavy piece of fabric. He tucked my bow-tied wrists behind my head then sauntered to where his pants were left and pulled his belt out of the loops. I predicted what was going to happen.
He stood by my feet and wringed the belt around his hand. With a loud crack he slapped the end with the buckle on my thigh turning it red then white then a green color. I shut my eyes tightly to prevent the tears from running down my face and ruining my mascara. He whipped me again. I looked around the room to focus on something. A box of Captain Crunch by the chair, the Harry Potter DVD with a uni brow scribbled on Daniel's forehead, and a damn lamp I bought from Ikea a few days ago.
Another few 100 whips or so, and he stopped. Spots on my belly, legs, and hips changed into different colors from the rest of my body. It totally turned me on.
"Nick, could you put the belt down and c'mere?" His face was serious. He hasn't shown a smile since we'd undressed and he threw the belt by the box of Captain Crunch. Before stepping fully onto the bed, he put one knee between my legs making a space between them. He sat on the bed with his legs bent beneath him and propped my legs up, bending them. He lowered his head down and licked the spot on my belly that was whipped, which was right above my cock. He trailed kisses down to the tip then stopped. His eyes looked up at me and I looked down at him, wanting to reach out and touch his face, but afraid that the lightest touch will send chilling shivers down my spine. He looked back down at my cock and dipped it into his mouth. The way you'd dunk a donut into a cup of coffee or a Yan Yan bread stick into the strawberry cream frosting.
I felt a little hungry thinking about this but then Nick licked the back of my cock and kissed a little too harshly on my balls where Bobbeh had last grabbed too hard. I jolted back a bit after the contact. He got back up with the look of fear flirting with the ocean blue in his eyes. He thought he hurt me.
"It was from Bob. I feel so sore. It hurts so much."
He rubbed my calve and said, "Then lemme message it for you," and at this he moved his hand onto my cock and back into my balls, his fingers ghosting over them then lightly touching, making his warmth cool down the pain. It felt so good. "Will you untie me now?"
"Not yet. You've been a bad boy making a naked guy wait in this room all by himself. That's not the worst part. You think I'll never pay you back for when you ruined my magazines, used my keyboard as a wastebasket, and cut holes in the crotch of my pants? You were so wrong about that Mr. Kapranos. Mr. Everyone-Loves-A-Lick-Of-My-Cock. It's my turn to torture you." He turned me over onto my stomach and walked off to his desk. He pulled open his drawer, rummaged through it and pulled out a tube with a square shaped package. I felt the springs jump up and down as he leaped back onto the bed and was opening the package. He thrust it onto the floor and I was able to read the label, Lifestyle Condoms. Then a cool liquid was applied in my crack and around the edges of my skinny ass. It sent shivers up my spine but a fiery feeling to my cock, understanding the bum fuck was about to begin.
It felt like a swift kick in my rear when he plunged his length into me. My heart was beating fast as I heard him pant through every movement. I tried to refrain myself from screaming his name but at the rate he was going, I was bound to. His hand smacked my ass after an even greater speed was developing, his other hand was grasping tightly at my pelvis. The springs of the mattress was jumping as much as we were, the intensity of fucking emptied the tightness of my throat and I screamed without thinking:
"Ah. Nick. Gwhh. Lamp!" I heard him make a sound similar to laughter and smacked my ass one more time increasing the speed, accomplishing the impossible. I felt beads of sweat flinging off his fringe into my back. He made little noises with each thrust sounding like a noise you make when you are moving a heavy object, a sort of grunting sound but with Michael Jackson's vocals. His hand on my hip moved south to my cock and pulled at it while trying to get a firm grip. I dug my mouth into the sheets and pushed my hips further up allowing him to go deeper into me and his fingers to pump my cock properly. His fingers went around so perfectly like every vein in my body. He pumped my fist-ed cock as vigorously as his humps as I moved my body along with him coming close to orgasm.
As an amateur fisherman hooks the bait onto the fishing pole then throws it into the water moving it frantically until he hits the spot were all the little fishies were, that's what happened to me at the moment. He hit the right spot, sending me spitting out every word in my mind: FUCK YES! OH DEAR LORD! NICK IS...i panted...NICK IS THE KING OF ALL SHAGS! Along with the shouts that came out of me, I came in another area. A million little pieces of me were on his hands and my recently washed bedsheets. He was the energizer bunny riding a dragon on the chinese New Year. He kept going and going and removed his hand from my cock then smacked his lips making me assume he licked it all away from his digits. He slowed the pace and moved the once cum covered hand onto my nipple and squeezed, feeling all sorts of wonderfully bad pain all over my body. He moaned my name "Your sex Alex!"
I didn't know if he meant you're or your but i let that stay behind the filter and let the fact that Nick was the fucking best shag swarm around me. He came all over my back, some spilling out of my hole. He fell over beside me and I wrapped one arm over his chest and pulled him closer. The soma fainted as we did from the sexual acts but our desires were still round and ripening on the vine still growing in this newborn garden.
"So I'm the king of all shags?" He turned his head into mine having our noses touch at the very tips.
"You're the best I've ever had." I looked down again, seeing my legs were sticking to the bedsheets like all the juice melted from the heated rays od the sun off a creamsicle. I bent one of my legs to bring closer to my hand and scooped off a bit of cum on my index finger then spread it across my lips like lip gloss. Nick moved his head closer and licked off the sugary bits, ending in a tight kiss, then backed his head out again.
"so, Nick, what did you mean by 'your sex Alex'?" He looked around as if the clues were written down for him somewhere and was trying to remember where he misplaced it.
"Your sex Alex, was better than listening to it."
Our thoughts glided in silence and the birds chirping was growing in the background as the sun slowly awoke along with most of the college campus. I looked at Nick, laced my fingers with his and cleared my throat.
"Have you ever seen a man die?"
"I just did, didn't I?"
That was by far the most perfect thing he's ever said to me. I wrapped a leg around his and squeezed him in feeling if I'd loosen my grip he'd fall into the freezing waters of the Atlantic and drift away from me. He tucked his head under my chin and I heard a sniffle. "Nick? Nick are you... crying?"
"I'm sorry, I just never thought I'd do this. I have something to tell you, and I've been meaning to tell you for a while."
Was it true what Bobbeh told me? Did he love me? And what was Bobbeh doing now? Thinking about what Nick and I could possibly be doing. Instead he finds a slinky neck office lamp on his desk. Chrome with a little chain of beads used to tug on to turn off and on. He wanks over it.
"Nick if it's something that's not about lamps, I don't wanna hear it."
"What? No Alex, It's about something else. I don't know how to tell you this but I'll try."
Here it comes the reason why Valentine's Day was made and why it should be banished.
"I've been meaning for my parents to visit since the school year started and now they're coming this weekend so I need you to change your sheets and to clean the pubic hair off my keyboard. It might also be a good idea to hide that lamp."
My eyes were shut the whole time but after hearing this I poked one open then the other and loosened my shoulders. I slept for the first time that night without any disturbances. The sunlight came tumbling on my feet and moved further up turning my gray skin into gold. The first sight of the morning was beautifully naked Nick. His exhales were like little whistles being blown and his eyes were moved under his lids, he must be dreaming.
"Nick, my sweet king. I hope you are dreaming about me as I have dreamed of you every night. You're so beautiful. Lets fade together. When your parents come I'll kneel before them and kiss their feet to thank them for such a pulchritudinous gift they brought into this world. I love you."
DISCLAIMER: unfortunately, not happening
Here are parts: I feel a little Desperate... / I feel a little Desperate ...too / I feel a little Desperate... also
Either I open the door and pull Nick by the arms and hug him telling all he'd ever wanted to hear. Or, I could just let this feeling go and pretend it was just temporary, then tell Bobbeh there is a naked man waiting for him and he better take the offer or else I'll put a chain lock on my door.
"Bobbeh, (I sigh) I think that you need to just leave. You need to sort out your feelings because you don't really want me. I made a promise to myself a week ago not to have sex ever again for the rest of my college year. Nobody knows this but you so at least you know I have some ounce of feelings for you but they're far from sexual." Bobbeh opened his mouth about to speak with his eyebrows both raised but I immediately shushed hip, "You're probably going to ask why I made this promise," He looked at me then shook his head side to side slowly but I ignored it and continued because I like to hear myself talk. "I wanted to get with somebody. He's someone that I thought was way out of my league because he was smart and mature, two things I am not. I was extremely jealous and tried to make him as dumb as me by doing stupid things but do you know what? It only made him smarter. I gave up and now he gave in. I'm sorry Bobbeh, but you have to go because I'm gonna shag someone right now and it's not gonna be you."
I turned away from him to open the door but he pushed me against it pressing his groin into me and his palms against my shoulders. "Alex please don't do this to me. I really want you right now and right here in the hall." He forced his hands down my chest as he smelt my hair, inhaling the cheap shampoo I found in Nick's drawer two days ago. His fingers lowered and twisted the hairs below my belly until he plunged into my front. His hands were as hungry as Nick's mouth today at the park. They wrapped around my cock and pulled and tugged. I was close to begging him to stop. He softened his grasp and stroked it tenderly with the tips of his fingers. His head was moving onto my shoulder so that his few days of not shaving was scratching my face. I wondered if Nick wondered about me at this moment.
What is he doing right now?
Bobbeh moved his fingers under my cock and slid it up and down then pushed and applied the most horrid pressure upon my balls. My left hand came alive and grabbed at his crotch applying the same pain. He pushed himself off of me and cupped his hurt groin releasing a noise that sounded of a cry mingling with an angry yell. I spat on the floor between us and darted a stare. I hoped he was just as mad as I was that he came between me and Nick right when I was going to confess everything to him. I creaked the door open and saw Nick dressed up in his usual attire sneaking out of the window.
"Nick!" I yelled and he turned but instead of falling back in, he was falling out of the window. I leaped into the air and thought I caught the end of his sweater feeling completely horrible that I killed someone but then I heard, "Alex pull me up, Now!" and I realized I caught him. I saved him! I reeled him back in and he landed on top of me which I was very much comfortable with but he hastily got up and moved to his corner of the room.
"So why aren't you shagging him now...Oh right, you made a promise."
"Nick! How'd you know? Were you eavesdropping?"
"Maybe I was and not only was I listening. I was watching. I wondered what was taking you so long so I looked through the peak hole seeing your head against the door and his nose in your hair. Bet he was giving you a nice hand job, wish I could've saved you again?" He wasn't in the mood I wanted him to be in.
I liked it better when he was naked.
"I was so mad I wanted to get out and leave you. I was going to move into an apartment 6 months ago but then I saw you walk through those doors with that Von Bondies shirt with the low cut showing your clear pale skin. Your weak arms dropped the box you were holding and you looked at me, groaned like a whiny boy
on his birthday who wanted a skateboard but got a bike instead. I stayed because I thought you secretly liked me. I thought those sex calls you had every night was to make me feel so horny for you. I thought those little tricks you pulled like me seeing you naked when i walked into the room was an invite but now that I know you actually love some guy... and don't pretend Kapranos, I heard what you said, well, I don't want to be in here anymore."
I was so glad that he caught every signal but I was disappointed at this last one.
"No. Nick. When I walked in with that box with my strong arms then dumped it to the ground I thought you were a bad boy with a disgusting preppy look on the outside. I came to learn later that you were so smart and mature. I loved, love, everything about you. I told Bobbeh to go home and to leave us in peace. Just you and me alone. I'd like to take a ride on my bike now."
He stepped out slowly from the corner he was in and leaped up to hug me, wrapping his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I pulled him in tighter and whispered, "Mine or yours?" He answered and I thrust him onto my bed. He bounced a bit on the springs and pulled his sweater up over his head. I stopped him before he managed to open the second button of his shirt. I often imagined undressing him and I felt a tingle in the deep pit of my stomach. "May I have the honors?" His eyes looked glossy and he nodded while gulping down a clump of spit.
I placed my hands on his shirt and continued where he left off. With each button popping open, I felt more and more prepared for what was to come. I pushed the shirt off of his shoulders while bringing my head closer to his. Our lips just brushed each other then settled and aligned perfectly. My tongue was slowly making its way, trying to open his mouth. He backed his head and talked into my mouth, "I never frenched before." I widened my eyes at the thought that I never really knew what he knew how to do and what he didn't.
"Well just let me slip my tongue into your mouth and then you can do the same to me?" He mouthed the word ‘okay’ and pressed his lips back onto mine. His lips parted slightly for my tongue to enter and he pressed in harder, wanting it to go deeper into him. I licked and tickled his palette and felt around his mouth, marking my territory. I removed my tongue from his mouth, telling him it was his turn. He timidly brought his tongue in my mouth, first licking my lips then moving past my teeth, then dusting my mouth of grown cobwebs from its retirement from passionate kissing. I released, tilting my head up and lowered my hands from his upper arms to his belt. He was not shy before when waltzing around the room bare, but now seemed a little uncomfortable as I slipped the leather out from the silver buckle, then undid the button moving on to the zipper. His face blushed when I pulled them off him, revealing an enormous erection.
"Is that bad?" He asked me looking away in fear if I'd strike him.
"No, I think it's the healthiest thing in the world. It makes me do this." I slipped off my pants and discarded them where my shirt was left from before. He lied his back down on the mattress and waited for me to get back on him. "So why you've never frenched?" I questioned while slipping off my boxers while he looked at the wall beside him. I stood at the foot of my bed just where he was moments ago. I did the same and crawled over him jabbing fists into the mattress as I moved then sat on his belly with my legs on either side of him. My cock was flirting with his bits of chest hair that would often make an appearance every time he wore a polo shirt with the buttons opened.
He turned his head to face me with a serious smile I think only he could pull off then said, "I never bothered with mouths," just the thought of him breathing heavily while screaming someone's name in orgasm made me sweat and fully erect.
And speak of the devil.
I dipped in and kissed his cheek then his beautiful cheekbones forming shadows on his face, then his neck. His hands were on my ribs and rubbing me all over my back then moved further down into my cleft. I sucked too hard and broke a blood vessel by his collarbone. His left hand moved down my thigh and squeezed it.
My hand took his, pulling it to my mouth, pointed out his middle finger and slowly injected it into my mouth. My tongue wrapped around it then pulled it further back in my mouth, surprised I hadn't gagged. He smiled and his eyes lit up, taking in that this moment that he never thought would happen had finally arrived. I released his hand then he pulled me on my back, bringing himself on top. He grinded his erection into mine creating a burning sensation and producing some sort of drug, like soma, and making me want him even more badly than ever before.
He pulled himself off the bed and I almost thought he was just going to leave me here until he came back, with a bow-tie. Ironically, it was one that he wore to church. The bow-tie was black with white polka dots speckled all over it. He brought my wrists together then bound them with the wavy piece of fabric. He tucked my bow-tied wrists behind my head then sauntered to where his pants were left and pulled his belt out of the loops. I predicted what was going to happen.
He stood by my feet and wringed the belt around his hand. With a loud crack he slapped the end with the buckle on my thigh turning it red then white then a green color. I shut my eyes tightly to prevent the tears from running down my face and ruining my mascara. He whipped me again. I looked around the room to focus on something. A box of Captain Crunch by the chair, the Harry Potter DVD with a uni brow scribbled on Daniel's forehead, and a damn lamp I bought from Ikea a few days ago.
Another few 100 whips or so, and he stopped. Spots on my belly, legs, and hips changed into different colors from the rest of my body. It totally turned me on.
"Nick, could you put the belt down and c'mere?" His face was serious. He hasn't shown a smile since we'd undressed and he threw the belt by the box of Captain Crunch. Before stepping fully onto the bed, he put one knee between my legs making a space between them. He sat on the bed with his legs bent beneath him and propped my legs up, bending them. He lowered his head down and licked the spot on my belly that was whipped, which was right above my cock. He trailed kisses down to the tip then stopped. His eyes looked up at me and I looked down at him, wanting to reach out and touch his face, but afraid that the lightest touch will send chilling shivers down my spine. He looked back down at my cock and dipped it into his mouth. The way you'd dunk a donut into a cup of coffee or a Yan Yan bread stick into the strawberry cream frosting.
I felt a little hungry thinking about this but then Nick licked the back of my cock and kissed a little too harshly on my balls where Bobbeh had last grabbed too hard. I jolted back a bit after the contact. He got back up with the look of fear flirting with the ocean blue in his eyes. He thought he hurt me.
"It was from Bob. I feel so sore. It hurts so much."
He rubbed my calve and said, "Then lemme message it for you," and at this he moved his hand onto my cock and back into my balls, his fingers ghosting over them then lightly touching, making his warmth cool down the pain. It felt so good. "Will you untie me now?"
"Not yet. You've been a bad boy making a naked guy wait in this room all by himself. That's not the worst part. You think I'll never pay you back for when you ruined my magazines, used my keyboard as a wastebasket, and cut holes in the crotch of my pants? You were so wrong about that Mr. Kapranos. Mr. Everyone-Loves-A-Lick-Of-My-Cock. It's my turn to torture you." He turned me over onto my stomach and walked off to his desk. He pulled open his drawer, rummaged through it and pulled out a tube with a square shaped package. I felt the springs jump up and down as he leaped back onto the bed and was opening the package. He thrust it onto the floor and I was able to read the label, Lifestyle Condoms. Then a cool liquid was applied in my crack and around the edges of my skinny ass. It sent shivers up my spine but a fiery feeling to my cock, understanding the bum fuck was about to begin.
It felt like a swift kick in my rear when he plunged his length into me. My heart was beating fast as I heard him pant through every movement. I tried to refrain myself from screaming his name but at the rate he was going, I was bound to. His hand smacked my ass after an even greater speed was developing, his other hand was grasping tightly at my pelvis. The springs of the mattress was jumping as much as we were, the intensity of fucking emptied the tightness of my throat and I screamed without thinking:
"Ah. Nick. Gwhh. Lamp!" I heard him make a sound similar to laughter and smacked my ass one more time increasing the speed, accomplishing the impossible. I felt beads of sweat flinging off his fringe into my back. He made little noises with each thrust sounding like a noise you make when you are moving a heavy object, a sort of grunting sound but with Michael Jackson's vocals. His hand on my hip moved south to my cock and pulled at it while trying to get a firm grip. I dug my mouth into the sheets and pushed my hips further up allowing him to go deeper into me and his fingers to pump my cock properly. His fingers went around so perfectly like every vein in my body. He pumped my fist-ed cock as vigorously as his humps as I moved my body along with him coming close to orgasm.
As an amateur fisherman hooks the bait onto the fishing pole then throws it into the water moving it frantically until he hits the spot were all the little fishies were, that's what happened to me at the moment. He hit the right spot, sending me spitting out every word in my mind: FUCK YES! OH DEAR LORD! NICK IS...i panted...NICK IS THE KING OF ALL SHAGS! Along with the shouts that came out of me, I came in another area. A million little pieces of me were on his hands and my recently washed bedsheets. He was the energizer bunny riding a dragon on the chinese New Year. He kept going and going and removed his hand from my cock then smacked his lips making me assume he licked it all away from his digits. He slowed the pace and moved the once cum covered hand onto my nipple and squeezed, feeling all sorts of wonderfully bad pain all over my body. He moaned my name "Your sex Alex!"
I didn't know if he meant you're or your but i let that stay behind the filter and let the fact that Nick was the fucking best shag swarm around me. He came all over my back, some spilling out of my hole. He fell over beside me and I wrapped one arm over his chest and pulled him closer. The soma fainted as we did from the sexual acts but our desires were still round and ripening on the vine still growing in this newborn garden.
"So I'm the king of all shags?" He turned his head into mine having our noses touch at the very tips.
"You're the best I've ever had." I looked down again, seeing my legs were sticking to the bedsheets like all the juice melted from the heated rays od the sun off a creamsicle. I bent one of my legs to bring closer to my hand and scooped off a bit of cum on my index finger then spread it across my lips like lip gloss. Nick moved his head closer and licked off the sugary bits, ending in a tight kiss, then backed his head out again.
"so, Nick, what did you mean by 'your sex Alex'?" He looked around as if the clues were written down for him somewhere and was trying to remember where he misplaced it.
"Your sex Alex, was better than listening to it."
Our thoughts glided in silence and the birds chirping was growing in the background as the sun slowly awoke along with most of the college campus. I looked at Nick, laced my fingers with his and cleared my throat.
"Have you ever seen a man die?"
"I just did, didn't I?"
That was by far the most perfect thing he's ever said to me. I wrapped a leg around his and squeezed him in feeling if I'd loosen my grip he'd fall into the freezing waters of the Atlantic and drift away from me. He tucked his head under my chin and I heard a sniffle. "Nick? Nick are you... crying?"
"I'm sorry, I just never thought I'd do this. I have something to tell you, and I've been meaning to tell you for a while."
Was it true what Bobbeh told me? Did he love me? And what was Bobbeh doing now? Thinking about what Nick and I could possibly be doing. Instead he finds a slinky neck office lamp on his desk. Chrome with a little chain of beads used to tug on to turn off and on. He wanks over it.
"Nick if it's something that's not about lamps, I don't wanna hear it."
"What? No Alex, It's about something else. I don't know how to tell you this but I'll try."
Here it comes the reason why Valentine's Day was made and why it should be banished.
"I've been meaning for my parents to visit since the school year started and now they're coming this weekend so I need you to change your sheets and to clean the pubic hair off my keyboard. It might also be a good idea to hide that lamp."
My eyes were shut the whole time but after hearing this I poked one open then the other and loosened my shoulders. I slept for the first time that night without any disturbances. The sunlight came tumbling on my feet and moved further up turning my gray skin into gold. The first sight of the morning was beautifully naked Nick. His exhales were like little whistles being blown and his eyes were moved under his lids, he must be dreaming.
"Nick, my sweet king. I hope you are dreaming about me as I have dreamed of you every night. You're so beautiful. Lets fade together. When your parents come I'll kneel before them and kiss their feet to thank them for such a pulchritudinous gift they brought into this world. I love you."