Another One of Those Nick Jonas and David Henrie Hot Angry Sex Stories
Another One of Those Nick Jonas and David Henrie Hot Angry Sex Stories
A Nick Jonas/David Henrie One Shot
Nick’s POV
It’s as simple as I say it. I hate David Henrie.
“What?” a lot of my really close friends would ask me. I make them promise not to say anything though. Seriously, I don’t know why everyone likes him so much. The guy’s a total jerk.
Well…he’s a jerk to me. He’s nice to everyone else. No one seems to believe me that he’s a total jerk off who looks like the long lost twin of Edward Cullen from Twilight. I told Joe one time after a concert in New York City, and he totally laughed in my face.
“You’re just paranoid, baby brother,” Joe said, giving me a kiss on the cheek, he tends to do that, “David’s the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet, honey. If he’s so bad, why’d he leave you a nice, big ol’ cookie basket in your dressing room?” As it turned out, David came to the concert and brought a basket for each of us. I sauntered into my dressing room, and there it was on my vanity. In a large woven basket, were a bunch of these big cookies, all of them decorated with blue candies and chocolates on top of each. One caught my attention, it had a big red N on top. I should’ve known something was up, but I was stupid enough to think maybe David was finally coming around to liking me.
I pick up the note he left in it, while picking up that cookie with the N. I read the note first:
Hey Jonas,
You did an amazing job tonight. All of you did. I thought you could use a little treat after the show. Hope you like it. And I hope to see you very soon, you’re an amazing guy.
Yours truly, David Henry
Xoxo
I smiled to myself as I took a bite of the cookie. The moment I took that bite, I spat it right back out. My tongue started to burn with salt and spice, like, the cookie I took a bite out of was really hot.
Spicy hot.
I ran to the sink and literally suck my mouth under the faucet as the water ran into it. The N on the cookie was hot sauce, not some sort of red icing. The whole cookie itself had spices in them, really hot spices.
I spent ten minutes at the sink before taking an ice cube and sucking on it. I felt all flushed and hot. I could not believe I thought for a moment it was a nice thing David did for me. I picked up the note and read it again, missing the little arrow in the corner I turned it over. I rolled my eyes as I read the rest of his note:
PS -
Knew the one with the N would get your attention. LOL. Don’t worry, the rest of the cookies aren’t hot. I’m not that cruel. Peace, sucka!
I crumpled the note and tossed the whole basket into the garbage, before heading out. I wasn’t about to take any chances.
I knew from then on not even to make an effort to try to make him like me.
I hate David Henry.
“Oh, what a beautiful morning!” Joe booms as he walks around the kitchen preparing breakfast. I saunter down the stairs, in a baggy shirt and briefs, pulling at my unruly curled hair, kind of wanting to kill myself. He’s wearing a tight white t-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts when I come in and see him. Joe is always so cheerful when he’s had a good night’s sleep and has awaken before everyone else. This happens rarely. Most of the time, you need a stick of dynamite and a foghorn to get him up. Maybe a waft of chocolate chip pancakes to the nose would work.
“Oh, what a beautiful day! Oh, Nicky is awake, the birds are singing, the children play and here he is about to have a wonderful breakfast!” He’s chipper. There’s another way to tell if Joe’s had a good night: walking near his height, no definitely taller, broad shoulders, muscled, blonde hair. Wearing only a pair of sweatpants when he enters.
“Hey, Nicky,” he says as he musses up my hair. I just groan.
“Hi, Trevor.” You guessed it right, Trevor Donovan, and you guessed right for why Joe had a good night, hot sex.
“Hey, baby boy,” Trevor says as he places his hands on Joe’s waist. Joe smiles while wrapping his arms around Trevor’s neck.
“Hey, stud.” Faces close, they kiss and go goo-goo-ga-ga for each other, which makes me wanna throw up.
“Hey guys, curly haired eighteen year old over here,” I chime as I walk over and hop on a stool at the breakfast nook. Joe rolls his eyes and kisses Trevor anyway.
“Want some breakfast baby?” Joe asks.
“Maybe after I shower?” Trevor responds.
“Fine. But I won’t add any chocolate chips to your pancakes,” Joe teases.
“Fine, then…I’ll start wearing a condom from now on.” Joe gaps. I gag on my gulp of juice.
“You take that back.”
“I’d rather have you on your back.”
“Ha ha, honey, not in front of my baby brother.” I roll my eyes.
“Fine. I’ll be right back.” He kisses Joe on the cheek, and just as he steps away from Trevor, he gives Joe a good slap on the behind, sending him into a shriek. Trevor laughs a little as he goes back upstairs. Joe is laughing and blushing when he serves me a five stack of chocolate chip pancakes, covered in chocolate sauce and whip cream. I look at him.
“I have diabetes, Joe.”
“I know. But you should have some sweets once in a while.”
“This is too much.”
“C’mon, Nick. I made it for you. Please? Eat it for me?” I sigh.
“Okay. For you. Just at least next time, add some fruit on the side.”
“Noted.” I cut into my stack, and take a bite, savouring the sweetness of the chocolate and whip cream. I enjoy myself as I eat it because I can’t eat stuff like this on a day to day basis. Damn Joe for not having diabetes. Though, I wouldn’t wish this fate on my worst enemy.
Well…maybe David.
“Thanks, Joey. These are really good.”
“Thanks, babe. Hey, got any plans tonight?”
“Maybe. I’ll just stay in, maybe write a song or two. How ‘bout you?”
“Well, Trevor’s gonna take me out tonight. We’re going to The Village Idiot, just to have dinner I guess. The two of us. It sounds really nice. I also think um…Oh, my god this is so embarrassing.”
“What? What is it?” Joe comes and takes a seat next to me, taking hold of both my hands and looking at me.
“Nicky…I think he’s gonna pop the question.” He stuns me to silence for just a moment, then I shake myself back to reality.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah. Well, I don’t really know. Four months maybe a little to short for him to ask, but all I know is, I love Trevor so damn much. I mean, sure, he’s eleven years older than me. But damn, he could pass for twenty four. He gets away with a younger age on 90210, doesn’t he?”
“I guess he does,” I say as I finish the rest of my pancakes, “You really do love him, huh?”
“Mmhmm. I just hope he loves me just as much as I love him.”
“He does, don’t worry,” I respond, getting up and putting my dirty dishes in the dishwasher, “For one, you guys make disgusting kissy faces a lot. Two, he always fondles your ass.”
“Oh, Nick!” Joe gasps with a smile, “He does not always fondle my ass.”
“So it wasn’t you two last night banging in the room next to mine? Making all my photos on the wall crooked? No offense Joe, but you guys aren’t exactly quiet when you’re having sexual intercourse.”
“Oh stop being such a saint. It’s okay to say sex. Or fuck or fucking.”
“Stop, Joe. I’m okay with you being an atheist and all, but I still have faith in Jesus. Purity ring here.” I hold up my hand and show him the purity ring that still surrounds my ring finger.
“Aw, my baby brother still has his purity ring,” Joe teases, “I gave mine to Donavan a long time ago.”
“Well, in any case, I hope he does pop the question tonight.”
“Thank you, babe. I hope so too.” As I head out, I come realize something, and I would hope I’d be the last person on earth to realize this, since it’s not something, or someone, I should ever think about.
“Wait, wasn’t David supposed to come over tonight so you could hang out?” Joe gasps in frustration.
“Oh, shit! I forgot! Stupid, stupid, stupid me! Fuck!”
“Language.”
“David and I were gonna watch movies and eat junk food. It’s our BFF Night.”
“You have a BFF Night?”
“Nick, I really wanna go to dinner with Trevor tonight, but I don’t wanna disappoint David. I’ve never, ever missed a BFF Night with him.”
“Well, I wish I could help, but you know--”
“You can! Cover for me tonight. Just keep him entertained, please?”
“What! No way! In the immortal words of Mercedes Jones, Oh, hell to the no!”
“C’mon, please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please, please, please?”
“No, no, no.”
“Please? Do it for me.”
“Joe, you know I don’t like David.”
“That’s kind of funny, since David seems to like you,” once again, Joe stuns me to silence, “Yeah. While you were bantering about hating David so much, he was praising you about how talented you are, or how sweet and funny you are. Sometimes all he ever talks about is you. Then I came to this conclusion that David really likes you. I mean, really likes you.” I stare at him for a moment, soaking all the things he said just now.
“Really? H-He likes me? Are you sure you didn’t drink while having a conversation with him?”
“Aha! You’re funny. And yes. David likes being around you. Sure, he as a strange way of trying to get your attention, but I genuinely think he really likes you, Nicky. Just give him a chance.”
And that’s what I’m doing a few hours later.
Giving him a chance.
Joe and Trevor left about half an hour ago, which gave me that time to prepare myself for David coming over. I don’t know why I’m so obsessed all of a sudden. I am not at all fond of the guy, yet what Joe had said earlier on in the day really got to me. Something in me had taken over, so willing to doll up for David tonight. I really hate it, at the same time, I’m kinda interested and curious about what’s gonna go down tonight.
I’ll admit, David doesn’t look that bad. In fact, I kinda think he’s cute…hot…cute and hot. He’s built like me, if not, he’s bigger. He’s sensible with his style, has hair I wanna run my fingers into, has a smile that makes me melt brown eyes I could get lost in--
WHAT THE FUCK?!…Sorry, Jesus.
I don’t like David, so why am I acting like such a girl? Argh!!!
I settle on wearing a hot pink and white stripe short sleeve t, white and black plaid shorts, and a pair of worn out slip on shoes, with The Peanut Gang all over them. I also extra curl my hair. While finishing up some snacks to keep my unwanted guest filled up, I hear a knock at the door, and sigh dramatically.
“It’s now or never,” I whisper to myself, while heading for the door. Opening it, I almost forget to let David in, because…he kinda looks nice tonight. He holds a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a few DVDs in the other.
David’s sporting a tight banana coloured A&F shirt with bold print, worn out and torn jeans rolled up above the calve, and a colourful pair of purple Adidas high top sneakers. His hair was so Edward Cullen, but I can forgive him for that, ‘cause it kinda looks hot on him.
What the hell is wrong with me?…Sorry, Jesus.
“’Sup, Jonas?” David asks with a smirk, while letting himself inside. I stand there and just take it.
“Come in, David.”
“Gladly,” he offers the flowers to me, “For you.” I blush, but take the bouquet. I almost feel happy he’s here now.
“Really? For me?”
“Yeah, it has poison ivy in it. That is your national plant, isn’t it?” Rolling my eyes, happy feelings gone, I toss the flowers back at him and head into the kitchen. He has the audacity to laugh.
“I was just joking. Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” David says as he follows me. I stay silent and pour the last of the chips into a bowl. He takes a look at all the junk food I had prepared for him for our so called BFF Night. Many different types of chips, from Lays to Doritos. Chocolates and candies, cheesecake, fudge lava cake, hot dogs and burgers. I will be on the treadmill and lifting weights tomorrow after this.
“Oooh, you’re really letting yourself go, aren’t you?” he teases, taking a handful of Pringles in his hand, and taking one into his mouth for a crunch.
“Whatever, Henrie.” I go to the fridge and pull out two bottles of pop, one Diet Coca-Cola, the other Sprite. David just smiles and finishes his chips off with a brush of his hands on his pants.
Then…he does something really weird.
While pouring some soda into two glasses, David comes up behind me and places his hands on my hips. At first I think this is a joke, but then with him leaning his head into my shoulder, I start to wonder…and get really, really uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry, okay?” he whispers, rubbing my sides.
“Um…okay. Sure, whatever. Can you please just go into the living room?”
“Anything for you, Jonas.” He smacks my ass, I gasp as he leaves.
What the fuck was that?…Sorry, Jesus. Forgetting what just happened, I take a tray with two bowls, one of chips and one of Crispy Crunch chocolate pieces, and the two large glasses of soda into the living room. I stop dead at the door and almost drop the tray.
David had taken off his t-shirt, is now in a black tank top. His arms bulge and his chest pops out. God…damn. He has been working out, real good. He looks so much bigger than I last saw him. His figure is a mix of, say, Trevor’s upper body, and Joe’s bottom half. I can tell, he has legs like Joe’s. How have I missed this? Oh, yeah. I hate him.
He notices me staring.
“Like what you see, Jonas?” I roll my eyes.
“You wish.” I set down the food onto the coffee table. All of a sudden, I feel myself being pulled. Being pulled into David’s lap, literally, I am straddling his lap, my face really close to his.
“Aw c’mon, Nicky,” he says with a smirk, his hands fall onto my ass, which I am so not okay with…I think, “Don’t be so hostile. Then again, it’s kinda cute.”
“Um…what are you doing?” I ask, trying to get off of him, but his grip on me is a lot stronger.
“Just trying to be friendly,” he teases, keeping his hold tightly on me. I keep on struggling to get off.
“C’mon, David. Let me go.”
“No, thanks. I like you right here.”
“Stop, you’re gonna drop me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“What do you want, Henrie?”
“Just wanna say,” he whispers, “I’ve been lying to myself. Just…wanted you…for far too long.” I fall silent. His hands slowly rub my ass, my eyes flutter to close. I try to fight it, but I can’t suppress the moan that grows at the back of my throat. He leans into my neck and kisses at it.
“I’m sorry, Nick, for being such an ass to you,” he whispers into my skin, “I guess I just wanted to get your attention.” My hand finds the back of his head and I pull him in my neck, and I really don’t know what prompts me to do this. I just feel like I need him close to my body, real close.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispers again, and slowly I forgive him. I begin to grind into his lap, enjoying the feel of hardness beneath me. I can’t lie, it feels good to finally have a guy to be with. Give or take David, but whatever.
“It’s okay,” I find myself whispering back. That’s when his lips travel up my neck, my chin, the corner of my mouth, to my lips. I’m shocked for only just a moment, but in the end, I kiss him back, because I want to. His hands find there way under my shirt, sliding up my back. His touch is gentle. His lips are soft and locked with mine in passionate gentleness. I moan quietly into his mouth as the slide down to the curve of the small of my back, then he dips his hands under the waistline of my shorts, under the waistband of my underwear, and he touches some skin.
“Oh god,” I whimper as I tilt my head back and let David kiss at my neck again. David reaches for the remote next to him and whatever he was watching, he turned it off. It all becomes quiet in the room. The only sounds present are my whimpers and his deep moans…which somehow turn me on. His hands massage the naked flesh of my ass cheeks underneath my shorts and briefs. I can only moan and tilt my head back even further with my eyes closed, while he continues to kiss my neck.
“You’re so pretty, Nicky,” he says. He usually calls me Jonas, so I’m not used to the whole Nicky thing. Pulling his hands out, he makes a move to rub at my crotch, before taking the white belt that holds up my shorts and carefully unbuckles it, his lips never leave my neck. I let him pull it out and drop it on the floor. I let him unbutton my shorts, and gently slide his hand into it. I let him because suddenly I want him to do whatever he wants to me. This charming side, this sexy side, I’ve never seen it before, and all I want now is to experience it.
Once under the briefs, I feel him wrap his fingers around my dick, which is slowly growing. My moans get louder when he starts to slowly stroke and pump it, and in no time, it’s leaking and fully hard.
“Oh, David…what are you doing?”
“Shhh, baby boy,” he coos, “Let me take care of you.” I let him. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, slowly grinding up and down his lap as he pumps my cock. I’ve never been touched like this before by someone else. The only thing my cock is familiar to in sexual contact is my hand. Though, with the way David is doing it, stroking me off and whispering encouragement into my ear, it’s almost like an art to him. Something so natural since he does it all the time, though it becomes a little more difficult, since he’s doing this for another human being.
“God, Nicky. Always wanted to do this with you. For you,” he says, his grinds meeting mine while applies a little more pressure to his hold on my dick. I give a wordless cry.
“Please…goddamn, stop. This is wrong. Please…”
“You don’t mean that baby. You know you like it, love it even. You know you want me to do it for you.”
“Mmmmmm, yes. You can do that, David. I like that. It…it feels so good.” I cry out a little when I feel his thumb press into the head of my cock, applying some pressure into the leaking slit. He smears the precome all over the head, and I let him. His free hand rubs my thigh in comfort, and soon he is pumping me for all I’m worth. I am grinding into him and fucking myself into his hand.
“Shit, oh my fuck!” I shout…sorry, Jesus, it feels so good, “Yes, David! That feels so damn good.”
“Let me make it even better.” He sucks his forefinger of his free hand, and it takes me a moment to realize where he’s putting that when his hand moves to my ass again. He slides it under my shorts and briefs again, and he circles his wet finger around my hole.
“Ever taken anything in there?” he asks.
“No.”
“Now you have.” He pushes it inside my asshole.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH! FUCK!” I cry out, which gets me riding on his lap soon enough, but I kind of feel embarrassed. You see, it felt so good, his finger pressed onto something inside me that I never knew I had. Like a gay sex button to make guys like me feel good.
“OH MY FUCK! RIGHT THERE! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Soon enough, like some awkward little boy who just hit puberty, I come. I shoot all over the inside of my shorts. David Henrie made me come in my shorts, while at the same time making me scream like some horny schoolgirl. He presses onto that sex button inside me while continuing to grind into me, and pumping and emptying my cock. He also moans loudly and cries out.
“OH FUCK YES!!!” I assume he just came in his pants, with me sitting and grinding on his hard on and all. It takes us a while to come back from out ecstatic high of amazing orgasm, but soon we tune back into reality. David is flushed and his forehead is covered in sweat drops. I feel flushed and I know for a fact my cheeks are burning red. He looks deep into my eyes with a smile, places a hand on my cheek and pulls me in for a soft kiss.
I, without a feeling of obligation, kiss him back.
“I could charge you for rape,” I joke quietly as I kiss him. He giggles into the lip lock.
“You could,” he replies, “But you know you love being manhandled by me.”
“Yeah…I do.”
“I like you, Nicky.”
“I like you too, David.” After cleaning up, and lending him some spare clothes, he and I sit together and eat some snacks while watching his DVDs such as The Ten, Spaceballs, Vampires Suck and Epic Movie. Wasn’t really surprised with his satirical parody film interest. He’s a doofus after all.
I thought I hated him, but now, I think I like him. Just a little bit. He was completely nice to me the rest of the night, asking me if I wanted another drink for him to fetch, or if he could get me some more cheesecake. This was the charming side I rarely saw and gave up trying to see, and now, it’s here. It was what I wanted before, right? Maybe Joe was right, he really does like me.
Late in the night, we both passed out when Joe and Trevor came home. I passed out in David’s arms, him spooning me from behind on the couch. I know it’s supposed to gross me out, I just felt comfortable there, with him.
“Great job tonight, Nicky!” cries Joe as he picks me up and swings me around. I chuckle as he sets me down.
“You too, Joey!” I say. When Joe sets me down, he goes to spin Kevin around in celebration.
Tonight’s concert was amazing, the best audience we’ve ever had. They cheered for us all the way. That wasn’t the only reason why I was so pumped up though. David had come to see us again. Mostly, to see me. He and I have been hanging out a lot and he was really growing on me. We’re practically going out now. He acted like quite a gentleman whenever he was around me. I would blush every time he smiled my way. For the first time, since I’ve known him, my heart started to beat for him. I really looked forward to seeing him every time we planned a time to meet. Plus, even though we haven’t gotten to third base yet, the second base sex - including oral - was amazing. He was so passionate with me anytime we were alone.
I thought I’d never say this, but I love David Henrie.
David texted me earlier to meet him in the lobby of the concert hall, he wants to take me out for dinner for another great concert night. I tell Joe and Kevin not to wait up, grab my messenger bag from my dressing room and sling it over my shoulder, I then bolt to the lobby. I am really so excited to be with David tonight, just me and him once again.
As I turn the corner, I stop dead in my tracts, literally dropping my bag. What I see there in the lobby takes my breathe away, but not in the good way. It stuns me and I am speechless.
David is there, but his lips are hugging with another girl’s whose back is to me, so I can’t see her face. I don’t believe it. I can’t believe it. He’s kissing…a girl. What the hell is wrong with this picture?…Sorry, Jesus.
David’s holding the girl’s hips and she has her arms around his neck, the same way I would wrap them around his neck when we kissed. He looks like he’s really enjoying the kiss. I mean, it makes sense, she’s a girl and it would more acceptable that way. But I feel so angry. Why would he do this to me? Doesn’t he know how much I…love him? Tears start to build at the back of my eyes and I just stand there awkwardly, watching them kiss. I can’t believe I thought he actually really liked me. I can’t believe he toyed with my feelings like this.
His eyes catch my flooded ones. But I don’t stay, I just bolt. I hear him call out my name but I don’t stick around, I just go back to my dressing room. Slamming the door behind me, I fall on top of the couch, crying into my arms.
“I’m so stupid,” I whimper, “So fucking stupid.”
“You’re not stupid, I am.” David had always had a knack for sneaking into a room without being noticed. I sit up and pull my knees to my chest, I turn away from him. He had brought my bag and placed it into a chair near the vanity.
“Nicky, I am so sorry.”
“Fuck you,” I say quietly, wiping my tears away.
“Nicky, please. I’m sorry.”
“Stop calling me that, you ass.”
“Stop calling you what? Your name?” He parks it next to me on the couch but I scoot away from him.
“Get away from me, David.”
“Nicky, I’m sorry. Please, it just happened.” He places his hand on my shoulder but I jerk it off of me.
“Don’t touch me! Get the fuck out of here, I never want to see you again. I’m so stupid. So fucking stupid. I should’ve known you were just toying with me, like you always do. You never liked me. God damn it! I actually thought you liked me. My fucking mistake.”
“I do like you, Nicky. I fucking love you.”
“That’s a great way to show it, sticking your tongue down some skank’s throat. You’re nothing but a slut, you know that?”
“Stop it.”
“You’re a fucking whore, and I’ll be damned if I let you near my heart again!”
“Stop it. I’m warning you--”
“What? Are you gonna hit me? Do it! Show me how much of a man you are, you mother fucker--” He grabs my face and gives me the most passionate kiss I’ve ever experienced. Before I can react, I find myself kissing him back. Our tongues touched, teeth clinked, lips getting swollen from the hard, passionate lip lock. He keeps his hands on my face as he kisses me, and mine are firmly on his shoulders. I can’t help but close my eyes while we kiss.
Soon after, I come to my senses. I shove him off of me.
“Get the hell away from me!” I shout as I get up and move to the vanity, but he follows me, turns me around and kisses me hard once more, pressing my back to the vanity. Literally, he has seated me on the vanity table top and has me cornered onto the mirror. He gets in between my legs and kisses me like a lover. While kissing him back, I try to get him off of me.
“I hate you,” I say into the kiss.
“No you don’t,” he replies, taking one of my legs and holding it close to his body, he then begins to grind his groin into me and I can’t help but moan to his sexual advances. Even though I hate him a lot right now, he had always had this hold on me when it comes to sexual activity. I couldn’t get away the first time we fooled around. Couldn’t get away whenever we were alone. Now, I can’t get away and I end up just pulling his hot body to mine and kiss him harder, with fierce and animal kisses.
“Just do what you’ve always wanted to do, asshole,” I growl as he grinds harder into me, “Take my purity and show it off.”
“I want your purity,” he groans, “But I’m not sharing it with anyone.” He is taking off his shirt and tossing it onto the floor. He takes my shirt off, leaving me in a wife beater, and he leans into my bicep and kisses, bites and sucks at it. With David having me cornered and pinned like this, all I can do is moan and groan. His mouth gets sloppy on my shoulder.
“I hate you,” I mutter, wrapping my arms around his neck, “I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t baby. You love me,” David whispers hoarsely, as he starts to take off his belt. Once he does that, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes it down with his underwear, just to show off his cock and ass. He gets to work taking the belt off my shorts, then the shorts come off. He soon removes my boxer briefs. I automatically wrap my legs around his waist while he rubs my naked thighs. I look him deep in the eyes, I feel anger and lust. I hate him, but I want him to fuck me so bad.
“Go ahead, fucker,” I say in a dangerously low voice, “Take what you want. Fuck me.”
“With pleasure,” he says. Spitting into his hand, he lubes his cock. My arms around his neck and my legs around his waist tighten when he presses his cock head to my virgin hole. He looks at me first before continuing.
“Fuck. Me,” is all I say, before he plunges his large cock into my hole.
“AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! FUCK!!!” I cry out as he takes my virginity, “Holy shit!”
“You asked for it like this. I’m only giving you what you want.”
“Shut the fuck up, and fuck me!” He says no more as he drives his large sex tool into me. He’s fucked me before with his fingers and some of the toys he keeps under his bed, but this is so much different. It’s real, more natural. This is what drives couples crazy when they engage in sexual acts. I’ve wanted it for so long, and now David is giving it me. I grip him tighter as he fucks me.
“God, Nicky. You’re so fucking tight!” he groans as he bangs me right on the vanity. I gotta admit, it’s hot. He’s hot. Angry sex is hot.
“That’s what you get,” I bicker, and to drive me nuts, I clench my ass real tight to make it harder for him to fuck me. He slows for a moment and cries out in ecstasy, then he really holds me to the mirror, adjusting my ass on the vanity table top, and with the new and better angle, he plows deeper and harder into me. All I can do is shout, and whimper and cry for more.
“You feel so fucking good,” David moans.
“Harder, you animal. I know you can take me harder. DEEPER!”
“OH FUCK! You’re such a slut, it’s fucking hot!”
“I’m your slut, daddy. Fucking ride into me, baby!” He leans into my face and I take his lips for a sloppy kiss. The vanity rocks back and forth and bangs into the wall. I feel like the whole room is shaking with all this fucking we’re doing now.
“God, you’re so much better,” he mutters, “No girl can give me what you can give me, baby boy.”
“YES! RIGHT THERE! PLEASE!!!” His cock inside me hits my prostate numerous times, and it feels so damn good. Soon enough, he lifts me off of the vanity and takes me to the couch. Sitting on it, I straddle his waist like the first time we fooled around, only this time I’m sitting on his sexy cock. Placing my hands on the wall behind him, I ride him like a nympho cowboy. As I ride him, I feel like his dick is all the way in my stomach, and it feels so damn good. I feel so full, in the ass and in my stomach. It’s like I had a really big meal.
“GODDAMN! You feel so good inside me! FUCK ME, DAVID!” I cry out. David reaches the hem of my wife beater and he takes it off my body, and tosses it. Putting one hand on my back, he pushes me in and lays his lips on my chest. He kisses, bites, sucks and slobbers all over it, and makes sure to suck on both of my sensitive nipples, which have now hardened to nubs.
“Nicky, you’re thick pecs are amazing.”
“God, that feels good. Yeah, suck my tits! Fuck my ass!” This goes on for a while, me riding his disco stick and him fondling my body as he fucks me. Soon enough though, he starts to thrust up into me when I ride down on him, and at the same time he takes my leaking stiff cock into his hand and pumps vigorously.
I come after a few strokes.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! I’M COMING!!!” I shout like a pro porn star.
“OH MY FUCK! I’M SHOOTING!!!” he cries. He really does shoot. He shoots a hot and heavy load of his baby seed into awaiting, no longer virgin, ass. My ass swallows his come willingly. While that goes on, I come all over his hand and stomach. I keep on riding him until my ass has emptied his cock and my cock is emptied by his hand. After that, I just crash on top of him with my head on his shoulder.
David holds me tightly and close to him, he kisses my cheek.
“I love you, Nicky. And I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
“I already forgave you.” I turn my head and kiss his lips. He smiles and kisses me back, pulling me into him. I can’t stop grinning while I kiss him.
I just got fucked by David Henrie.
“That…was amazing,” I whisper, laying my head on his chest. His fingers stroke my curls gently.
“That it was baby. That it was.”
“I love you too, by the way,” I mumble.
“Always knew that,” David quietly replies.
“Jerk.”
“You love me, though.”
“Can’t control my emotions.”
“Can’t control mine, either.”
“I can still charge you for rape.”
“You know you like being roughly manhandled.”
“I cannot tell a lie.”
“I’m not lying about how I feel, Nicky. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
We kiss and make up. I told him how I wanted to beat that girl he kissed to a pulp. He laughs and says he’s sorry again. I tell him it’s okay, and not to let it happen again. He promises, crosses his heart and hopes to die. I take his hand and place it on my chest, over my heart, and I tell him it belongs to him now. He promises to take good care of it.
We kiss, and that’s all that needs to happen to tell one another, I love you.