Strange Boys Part 15
Okay! Here's the almost final part of Strange Boys, it's a little shmoopy but hey, we can survive that right? Yeah.
Anyway, here they are, my little boys. I had great fun playing with them. I hope you enjoyed reading them.
Part Fourteen is here
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
XV
Bruce let himself into Lex’s room. As expected the roommate was in-the kid shoved himself so far back up the bed Bruce thought he was going to go through the wall. He yanked the covers up to his chin, and just a shock of hair and a pair of huge terror-stricken eyes stared over the top of the blanket.
“Get out."
The kid scrambled. Hit the floor still wrapped in his blanket and he began to struggle to his feet and Bruce said quietly. “Now.”
He speed-crawled out on his hands and knees, and Bruce wondered how far he’d crawl down the hallway…
He turned off the light and settled on the bed and waited for Lex to show up, using the time productively by thinking through a design for a collapsible grappling hook.
Lex came into the room quietly, feeling rather pleased with himself. He was pretty sure that Banner kid was still thanking him; certainly he’d think about him every time he sat.
“Hey honey, I’m home--are you asleep already,” he whispered into the darkness. He waited for the usual fuck you, but got nothing. Oh well, he must be asleep. Good. He considered turning on the light, but decided being pointlessly mean was…well, amusing really, but he was too tired for that this evening. He moved around in the dark, undressing, putting things neatly away. He walked over to his bed yawning and stretched, he was looking forward to spreading out on the cool smooth sheets, and drifting into well-deserved sleep….
He would have shrieked if Bruce hadn’t clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Shhh…it’s just me.”
Oh right, he thought *that* makes me feel safe….
“Lex,” warm breath washed over his ear. “I want you to know I understand how much you care for me-just as I care for you.” Lex shivered from head to toe and groaned against Bruce’s fingers.
Bruce ran his free hand over Lex like he was petting a cat. “I want to show you how much I care.”
Lex’s eyes closed…God-last time he almost killed him-Bruce rolled him so they were facing and took his hand away. He leaned forward slowly, Lex could feel him close in and then he touched his lips to Lex’s tentatively, almost shyly.
The shock cut him deeply. He imagined Bruce doing lots of things to him-had jerked off happily to lots and lots of images of Bruce doing…things that involved restraints and candles and clamps and tiny breath mints…but he’d never imagined him kissing him like this, so softly and...kind of sweet. Bruce pressed a little harder, and the tip of his tongue slid between Lex’s slack lips-his mind was racing, his body was preparing for flight, for any thing Bruce might throw at him, because this had to be some insidious plan-when Bruce groaned and reached his hands up to cradle his head and really kiss him, Lex gave up and gave in to the insidious plan.
Bruce kissed him, and Lex felt a fleeting moment of self pity- how long had it been since he’d kissed anyone-or since anyone wanted to kiss him?
He was making it up now; Bruce kissed like he needed it to live, who would have thought he had a side like this….
Bruce pushed him to his back, leaned over him and licked from his chin to his neck, over and over until Lex was panting and wriggling against his grip. He bit him, little nips and nibbles from shoulder to shoulder, under his jaw, along his neck, his chin, his nipples until Lex was breathing so hard he was almost screaming. He bit all along his belly, kissed each rib, teased his navel, when his tongue dipped inside, Lex rose up off the bed and his dick hit his belly with a slap that made Bruce chuckle. Lex moaned again, the thrum against his too sensitive skin made his eyes roll. “You are trying to kill me aren’t you? That’s your plan isn’t it? Or you’re hoping I’ll go insane and kill myself,” he groaned.
Bruce laughed again, and licked all around his thighs, nibbled above the line of hair that framed his dick, he blew gently into the sparse ginger curls and Lex wriggled and thrust and tried to spear his mouth. He smacked the top of his head. “Bastard! Open up for god’s sake!”
Bruce tsked. “That's not very romantic, Lex.”
“Do I *have* to define fellatio for you-you, you-cock-tease!” he yelled.
Bruce shook his head, a movement which made his lips skim Lex’s dick. "Bad behavior, Lex, bad…”
Lex keened, “You’re going to kill me!”
Bruce licked a wide stripe along the length of him, his dick flailed, precome spurt in a frustrated jet and Lex nearly leapt up-Bruce pressed him down. “So-what next?” He asked.
Lex growled. “Give me some lube and a rubber, and I’m gong to fuck you into next week!”
Bruce said. “I’m sorry, that’s not the answer I’m looking for,” and flipped him over. Lex scrambled backward, “unh--unh--nope, no waaaaeeee…”
Bruce pressed his tongue against the little coil of muscle and Lex melted into a liquid pile of noise. Bruce licked and nibbled and stroked against it over and over, pressing harder with each stroke until his tongue slid in and he teased him and Lex moaned and moaned, “I’m going to kill you…I’m going to kill you, bring you back and kill you again-I’ll kill you if you *stop*, oh my god….”
Bruce sat back on his heels. “God! What did I just say?” Lex yelled, and twisted in his grip.
He grinned and grabbed Lex; one big hand clenched on each thigh and dragged him down the bed, and spread him wide.
Lex yelled and hissed when Bruce dribbled lube down his cleft. “Ooohhh fuck-I’m so screwed!” he groaned.
Bruce nodded, “But you’ll like it, you’ll see.”
He stared at Lex, his beautiful Lex, arms and legs flung wide, pale skin shining in the moonlight peeking in through the parted curtains. “You’re so hot,” he whispered-he stroked slicked fingers into him, in and out slowly, thoroughly, total concentration given to every twitch and groan and yelp and shudder he pulled out of Lex, studying what made him react, watching his skin flush when he did *this*, his back twitch when he pressed *there* and the helpless sound he made when he found *that* and pressed a little, stroked a little, and worked him until Lex screamed please please please fuck me please, and then Bruce figured that maybe, he was ready for it.
He pressed into the heat, slid in slowly as he could and felt every inch of himself touch Lex, inside, hot, deep--home.
He recognized it and so did Lex.
“This is the way it should be forever,” he whispered into his ear, spread across his back, sliding on the film of sweat between them.
“Yes,” Lex growled, “yes,” he moaned.
Bruce fucked him like…like Bruce and Lex broke into a million Bruce shaped pieces.
That night the whole dorm learned that Bruce was a god.
TBC...yes, indeed!
Anyway, here they are, my little boys. I had great fun playing with them. I hope you enjoyed reading them.
Part Fourteen is here
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
XV
Bruce let himself into Lex’s room. As expected the roommate was in-the kid shoved himself so far back up the bed Bruce thought he was going to go through the wall. He yanked the covers up to his chin, and just a shock of hair and a pair of huge terror-stricken eyes stared over the top of the blanket.
“Get out."
The kid scrambled. Hit the floor still wrapped in his blanket and he began to struggle to his feet and Bruce said quietly. “Now.”
He speed-crawled out on his hands and knees, and Bruce wondered how far he’d crawl down the hallway…
He turned off the light and settled on the bed and waited for Lex to show up, using the time productively by thinking through a design for a collapsible grappling hook.
Lex came into the room quietly, feeling rather pleased with himself. He was pretty sure that Banner kid was still thanking him; certainly he’d think about him every time he sat.
“Hey honey, I’m home--are you asleep already,” he whispered into the darkness. He waited for the usual fuck you, but got nothing. Oh well, he must be asleep. Good. He considered turning on the light, but decided being pointlessly mean was…well, amusing really, but he was too tired for that this evening. He moved around in the dark, undressing, putting things neatly away. He walked over to his bed yawning and stretched, he was looking forward to spreading out on the cool smooth sheets, and drifting into well-deserved sleep….
He would have shrieked if Bruce hadn’t clapped a hand over his mouth.
“Shhh…it’s just me.”
Oh right, he thought *that* makes me feel safe….
“Lex,” warm breath washed over his ear. “I want you to know I understand how much you care for me-just as I care for you.” Lex shivered from head to toe and groaned against Bruce’s fingers.
Bruce ran his free hand over Lex like he was petting a cat. “I want to show you how much I care.”
Lex’s eyes closed…God-last time he almost killed him-Bruce rolled him so they were facing and took his hand away. He leaned forward slowly, Lex could feel him close in and then he touched his lips to Lex’s tentatively, almost shyly.
The shock cut him deeply. He imagined Bruce doing lots of things to him-had jerked off happily to lots and lots of images of Bruce doing…things that involved restraints and candles and clamps and tiny breath mints…but he’d never imagined him kissing him like this, so softly and...kind of sweet. Bruce pressed a little harder, and the tip of his tongue slid between Lex’s slack lips-his mind was racing, his body was preparing for flight, for any thing Bruce might throw at him, because this had to be some insidious plan-when Bruce groaned and reached his hands up to cradle his head and really kiss him, Lex gave up and gave in to the insidious plan.
Bruce kissed him, and Lex felt a fleeting moment of self pity- how long had it been since he’d kissed anyone-or since anyone wanted to kiss him?
He was making it up now; Bruce kissed like he needed it to live, who would have thought he had a side like this….
Bruce pushed him to his back, leaned over him and licked from his chin to his neck, over and over until Lex was panting and wriggling against his grip. He bit him, little nips and nibbles from shoulder to shoulder, under his jaw, along his neck, his chin, his nipples until Lex was breathing so hard he was almost screaming. He bit all along his belly, kissed each rib, teased his navel, when his tongue dipped inside, Lex rose up off the bed and his dick hit his belly with a slap that made Bruce chuckle. Lex moaned again, the thrum against his too sensitive skin made his eyes roll. “You are trying to kill me aren’t you? That’s your plan isn’t it? Or you’re hoping I’ll go insane and kill myself,” he groaned.
Bruce laughed again, and licked all around his thighs, nibbled above the line of hair that framed his dick, he blew gently into the sparse ginger curls and Lex wriggled and thrust and tried to spear his mouth. He smacked the top of his head. “Bastard! Open up for god’s sake!”
Bruce tsked. “That's not very romantic, Lex.”
“Do I *have* to define fellatio for you-you, you-cock-tease!” he yelled.
Bruce shook his head, a movement which made his lips skim Lex’s dick. "Bad behavior, Lex, bad…”
Lex keened, “You’re going to kill me!”
Bruce licked a wide stripe along the length of him, his dick flailed, precome spurt in a frustrated jet and Lex nearly leapt up-Bruce pressed him down. “So-what next?” He asked.
Lex growled. “Give me some lube and a rubber, and I’m gong to fuck you into next week!”
Bruce said. “I’m sorry, that’s not the answer I’m looking for,” and flipped him over. Lex scrambled backward, “unh--unh--nope, no waaaaeeee…”
Bruce pressed his tongue against the little coil of muscle and Lex melted into a liquid pile of noise. Bruce licked and nibbled and stroked against it over and over, pressing harder with each stroke until his tongue slid in and he teased him and Lex moaned and moaned, “I’m going to kill you…I’m going to kill you, bring you back and kill you again-I’ll kill you if you *stop*, oh my god….”
Bruce sat back on his heels. “God! What did I just say?” Lex yelled, and twisted in his grip.
He grinned and grabbed Lex; one big hand clenched on each thigh and dragged him down the bed, and spread him wide.
Lex yelled and hissed when Bruce dribbled lube down his cleft. “Ooohhh fuck-I’m so screwed!” he groaned.
Bruce nodded, “But you’ll like it, you’ll see.”
He stared at Lex, his beautiful Lex, arms and legs flung wide, pale skin shining in the moonlight peeking in through the parted curtains. “You’re so hot,” he whispered-he stroked slicked fingers into him, in and out slowly, thoroughly, total concentration given to every twitch and groan and yelp and shudder he pulled out of Lex, studying what made him react, watching his skin flush when he did *this*, his back twitch when he pressed *there* and the helpless sound he made when he found *that* and pressed a little, stroked a little, and worked him until Lex screamed please please please fuck me please, and then Bruce figured that maybe, he was ready for it.
He pressed into the heat, slid in slowly as he could and felt every inch of himself touch Lex, inside, hot, deep--home.
He recognized it and so did Lex.
“This is the way it should be forever,” he whispered into his ear, spread across his back, sliding on the film of sweat between them.
“Yes,” Lex growled, “yes,” he moaned.
Bruce fucked him like…like Bruce and Lex broke into a million Bruce shaped pieces.
That night the whole dorm learned that Bruce was a god.
TBC...yes, indeed!