"What are you thinking?" I flopped beside Ralph, who was staring at the ceiling. This bed has never felt so cozy before. "Nothing." That's a lie, and I don't want to point it out, as so much was going on in our lives, which was not complicated, but at the same time, it was. I joined him in the staring business.
I snuggled closer to Ralph. I grabbed him by his waist and placed my head on his shoulder. "How did you come to know that you are into guys?" He chuckled in return. "Why?" "Curious." "You are not going to like my answer." "Don't worry about me; I have mastered sucking things up, so go on, tell me." He sighed. "When I saw Asher at a party in a black blazer." I gritted my teeth. "What about you?" "When I first saw you." What a bloody cliché.He tilted a little toward me. "You never dated a guy before me?" I pondered on that one, my dating history and love life were zero, of course, beside him. I have led a pathetic life all these years, and my pride won't let me accept the same. "I had shitloads to carry on my back, so I didn't date any." "That's new. I didn't know that." "We lacked communication when we were together." "You are right, as you were busy running a marathon." Oh bloody, I groaned in return. He was going to give me a hard time for fucking things up in the past.
"When did you come out of the closet?" Once again, he chuckled. "FYI, I was never in the closet." "Oh, gay and proud shit." He started laughing at that. "Shut it, no, I didn't get a chance, actually." "What do you mean?" "You are in a mood to dig your hole today." "Well, what can I say? It would never be my intention, but a certain persona in my life is bound to make things harder, and I love to take you as an example." " As you have thousands of guys on your list?" "Ouch, that fucking hurts don't be bloody rude. I have fucked before countless times if you're missing the bloody point." "You clearly missed; I was talking about dating not fucking; I know you have fucked guys before including Dr Mathias." I wasn't even a bit shocked or taken aback by his revelation. A guy needs to fuck now and then to lead a bloody harmonious life, and I just fuck. Nothing fucking wrong with it fucking is fucking.
"You are dodging the question." He sighed in return. "Today you are in a mood of good communication." "If you have not taken notice, I have changed and proud, mind you." He started laughing, and for a few seconds, he couldn't stop himself. What is so funny, for fucks sake I have changed. "Good for you, I guess." "That's not the answer to my question." Ralph turned toward me; we were facing each other. "What was your question?" "When did you come out of the closet?" "First of all, I was never in the closet. Asher was the one who told both of our parents when we started dating." "At what age?" We were 12." "Bloody, are you serious? How the heck did that happen? You were so young. Did you at least question your sexuality? I am not blaming you for dating guys, but you were too young." "We were 17 when we dated." "That's different, we were about to reach 18, enough mature to decide on a dating thing." He huffed. "It happened." "And you were just 12." "What are you trying to prove?" "That you were minor and too young to decide on that shit." He chuckled at that. "He looked hot and sexy in that blazer if that suffices." I groaned in return, and he started laughing. He fucking knows how to get on my nerves.
"You were too young." Stubbornly, I stick to my statement, he was. "I am not getting where this was going, but I knew what I wanted; blindly, I didn't step in. I had a crush, and it became mutual when Asher proposed to me. Did I mention that he was hot and sexy? Still, he is, but at that age, he stood out." I coughed at that. "Well, he was too young to look hot and as well as bloody sexy." "Hey, I can prove that I have photos that I have saved like my precious babies." He held his laugh, and I glared at him. He was doing this on purpose, right? I am trying my best to be a good communicator, but he is finding amusement. The reason, why I love my muteness most of the fucking time. Geez, what's so funny?
"Do you want to know how I fell and what I felt for him on that day? I love to share that story with you, of course, if you are ready." With an evil grin on his face. I was in shock and his grin grew wider with my reaction.
Who the hell was this guy? Was I so desperate to get into his pants that I ignored the other factors? No, I am pretty sure I felt something for him when I saw him on that bloody rainy day. This guy in front of me was an evil bastard who wore a sinister smile on that pretty face of his. He isn't Ralph, nope, I am sure of it, but at the same time, how much do I know him? Geez, these layers of his, damn.
I am not only digging a hole but fully intent on burying myself alive. This is not me; I love my fucking self-build life for God's sake. "I am ready, go on." God, I don't want to regret this, and I am done being a coward and running away.
Ralph was in shock, staring at me with wide eyes. Yeah, I get that reaction, but my main concern was who the hell would regret it at the end. Well, not me, and the game is on. I stared back with the same determination. "You are not serious, are you?" Well, I love not answering and running away rather than fucking hearing about his damn first love life. It would crunch me to listen to know how he fucking felt. The same butterflies, giddiness, heartbeat running like a roller coaster, confusion, permanent smile plastered on the face, wanting attention, being dumbstruck on the spot, what fucking not. Same old shit, same old, same old.
"You are serious." He found the answer that didn't leave my mouth. I am damn serious. He wanted amusement; let me grant his wish. He wants to share, and I am all ears.
The grip I held onto his waist grew tighter, making him gasp. "Go on, I am waiting." That came in a stern voice, and Ralph gulped down. His reaction was not at all helpful to me. "I was just kidding." He tried to trail off, but I was in the mood to listen to something if it was about Asher, so it was, and I wanted to listen. "But I wasn't. Go on, Ralph, tell me. Describe in detail your how and what; don't leave the tiny details." The way I held his waist, there would definitely be some mark on his waist or at least redness on the spot, and I didn't care for the moment. Well, I am in the mood for the story, so he better give me one.
"It's nothing and totally silly; let's order food." He tried to get up, but my grip was tight and firm, not letting him move. Immediately, I was on top of him. I went up near his ear and spoke. "Go on, Ralph, I want every fucking detail." I husked, and he gulped. I slowly unhooked his shirt button and trailed my hand on the area, and he shivered under my touch.
I started licking his earlobe, kissing and biting as slowly as possible, devouring him. Ralph's breathing was getting heavy, and when I started kissing his neck, he lost it, and a moan escaped from his mouth, and I shuddered in a sweet way hearing the same. "Ralph." It came with a stern voice. Ralph blinked his eyes a few times and glared at me. In return, I smirked. "I am waiting." He sighed at that.
I started placing slow kisses on his neck, biting and sucking at the same time, and I stopped staring at him by raising a brow. "I am not able to think straight." "Don't get distracted; go on." "How the hell am I supposed to do that?" "Should I stop?" I waited patiently, wearing a smirk. "Don't you fucking dare. How about you finish what you started? There is always next time, or I will share after the sex." I chuckled at his desperation. "I am in the mood to hear a beautiful romantic, and you are in the mood to release. So, I will give you what you want while I need what I want. Fair deal, right?" "This is not fucking business we are talking about." "I can't help my business mind, and you are wasting the damn time. Now I will resume, and you better start your fucking story, got it?" He huffed in return, and I rolled my eyes. He should fucking think before bloody provoking me by taking that bastard's name.
I stared at him with no idea of budging from the place that was on top of him. I moved my position a little, and I sat on his crouch just to make things worse, and he hissed in return. "You better start and finish the damn thing." Once again, he hissed in anger. "Fine."
He stared at the ceiling, probably rewinding the memories. Jeez, if I were in his position, I would flush out the damn memories. Someone tell him his memories are a worse nightmare for fuck's sake. He cleared his throat, followed by a fucking fond smile on his face sending draggers straight to my heart. I am exaggerating hell with it.
"My parents were invited to a party, and they forced me to accompany them like always. I hummed in return, indeed resuming my act of taking to the edge. I started kissing his neck, and he was startled. "It was a party to raise funds for the orphanages." I started sucking where I planted the kisses, and he jerked a little and shivered. I started placing kisses and sucking at the same time; Ralph, in return, wrapped his hands around my head tightly, gesturing me for more, but I stopped as he had stopped his story. I grunted his name a little louder, and he was back to reality, whining.
"Continue." He rubbed his forehead to collect his thoughts and spoke. "It was a party to collect funds for the orphanages, and I was tagged along with my parents." Our breathing was heavy with each kiss. I was hard, and he was literally dying from the rod beneath him. " I entered the party and greeted a few knowing faces. "I started prepping the kisses all over his face except his lips. I once again moved to the neck area, with kissing and sucking. " I joined my friends, who in return started praising my looks. I wore a navy blue tuxedo that day with a matching tie. We were in the middle of discussing something when the room fell silent for a moment, and everyone was staring at the entrance, including my friends." I started sucking his nipples, giving a break to one and going for the other. "I was a little taken aback by the sudden changes and saw what they were looking at. Asher stood at the entrance wearing a black tuxedo."
I bit on his neck sharply, and he hissed in return in pain. I repeated a few times, but soon I masked them with the kisses. "I was taken aback like others." His first fucking mistake. I moved from the neck to his chest, planting kisses in every inch, sucking and biting the areas, making sure to leave the mark. Ralph was completely mute; I heard only his moans and his member painfully hard. As much as I loved every reaction of his, his hands were disturbing a lot. I couldn't take it anymore, so I grabbed a tie that was nearby and tied his hands to the brim of the cot.
Ralph was startled with wide eyes, and I fucking liked the position like anything. Damn hot and sexy. I could fall for him by only seeing him in this position, where he is only half naked. "What are you doing?" He was startled by my action. "Your hands are disturbing. It needs to stay in a place." "This is fucking hilarious. Your fucking mouth should be snapped shut if you fucking hate my hands." "Well, where were we?" "Untie me, now." "Not until you finish your romantic story with your fucking Romeo of the century." Well, he was hissing now, but with anger. "This isn't fair." I chuckled at that. "Nothing is fair when it comes to you, your bloody betrayer and fucking me. So go on, continue." "Untie me now, Reece." "I promise once I am done, I will. Please don't take a break in between; I don't want to miss any tiny details." He coughed in return.
I started playing on his belly area, biting, sucking, and kissing. I stopped for obvious reasons, and I pinched his stomach, making him hiss, cursing underneath, which I couldn't hear. "This is fucking not happening to me." He licked his lips, making them wet in the process, and I wanted to moan in return.
I continued sucking and biting on the chest, nipples, and stomach, not going lower." Asher entered the party with his parents, wearing a blue tuxedo. "Black." "Han." "It's a black tuxedo." "Yeah, wearing a black tuxedo. He was just 12 but managed to grab the attention of everyone at the party." I started placing chaste kisses on his stomach. "My friends were staring at the entrance, and when I turned around, I was taken aback when I saw Asher." Another hiss escaped when I bit on his stomach.
"I started staring at him without my knowledge." I went lower, where his member was already as hard as a rock, and I started playing with his waistband. " I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looked handsome by default, hot and sexy, on that day, and I had never felt that way for any other guy, not even for Asher, until that day. God, have some mercy on me. I pulled the waistband up a little higher and left it, which earned another loud hiss. "Asshole." He yelled at me, which was ok when I was acting like one.
I pulled his pants off him and left him with only his boxers, and I was completely dressed for the occasion. Like every fucking time, it was a great view; if I removed the left piece of clothes, I would be in heaven just seeing him.
I started crawling in between his legs and widened the same and settled there. I could see the anticipation building on Ralph's face if only I had planned to give in so easily. Well, his story matters, and sex later. I chuckled when I saw his precum. I met Ralph's eyes, which he immediately averted.
"Ralph." He shivered, breathing heavily. "God." He tried to see anything but me. "I am waiting." My determined gaze was taunting his suffering.
I started swaying my hands on his thighs, touching and pinching in the process. "I entered the party with my parents and joined my friends. We were talking when the hall went silent." I started kissing his thighs, and his legs danced in return. "We all turned to the entrance." I started licking and biting his thighs and sucked harder, which earned a louder moan. "Asher entered the hall with his parents wearing a blue tuxedo."
I started roaming my hand near his member, not touching his member but feeling his balls. His whole body stiffened with anticipation, and his breathing was heavy, groaning. His member was swollen, waiting for the release coating with the precum. What a mind-blowing scene to witness. I closed my eyes for a few seconds; the urges that were flooding in me were threatening to gain control, but I couldn't give in to him, not yet.
His precum was tempting, alluring me to give in and thrust him at that moment. I wanted to vent my frustration, and I am not getting how. "Ralph," I prompted. His breathing was shaky, which had some effect when he spoke. "I entered the hall with my parents." I started touching his balls and swaying in the process. "After greeting a few knowing faces, I was chatting. Asher entered the venue wearing a grey tuxedo." His eyes were rolling as I held his balls. I fondled them for a few seconds and squeezed harder. Ralph's moan was echoing, and he was doing his best to untie his hands. Every fucking thing was turning on.
I was staring at him, his body every inch. Ralph was panting and already looked exhausted without even a release. "Go on," I instructed him. He needs water, but I am not that sympathetic to giving him what he wants, at least for now. He wetted his lips through licking, which was damn arousing; this gesture was like a pull, blanking my thoughts and provoking me to thrust him without wasting any more seconds. "Ralph," I grunted his name. "Yeah, yeah, give me fucking seconds; let my mind work properly."
"He was in a blue, no, brown tuxedo when he entered the party. Asher grabbed the attention when he entered, including mine." I started playing on the edge of his waistband, only at the edges. "My friends were praising his looks while I was stunned at the place." I started licking the edges using my tongue, biting in some places, and masking with kisses. Ralph was squirming, but I held him by his waist with a firm grip. "Everyone at the party was mesmerized by his features." My hands started roaming near his member but not touching, feeling his hard member in the boxers. His legs were dancing, trying to close the gap, but I immediately parted them. He was panting, gulping the saliva to feel some liquid on his throat, and was trying his best to untie himself. I pulled the left piece from his body, making him completely naked, and this time, I gulped.
I scanned his body once again like it was my first time. I took the detail of his features, not even leaving an inch. "I am fucking hard, Reece." "Trust me, I can see that." "Do something." "For sure, but not now, as we are not yet done. Go on, continue, and let me do my thing." "You can't be serious? Do you hear me? I am fucking hard." "Loud and clear, but you have not finished your story." "Because you are not letting me." "I am playing with your body. Is that wrong?" He gritted his teeth and turned his face aside, trying to catch his breath and trying to take the situation under control. Like, hell, I would let that. "So, where were we? Right, your bloody Romeo entered the bloody scene, and then what happened, Ralph?" Once again, I presumed touching his member.
"He entered the party wearing a blue tuxedo with his parents and caught the attention of everyone." My hands were on his balls, touching, not doing anything, yet playing. His whole body was rigid and shaky, anticipating my next move. "We were best friends, but that day, I felt something, and I had never felt anything like that before for anyone." I held his balls, not gently, and that earned a strong hiss from him. He was squirming heavily. "Go on." "I am hard." He was pleading and panting. "If you want your release, you better finish your romantic story."
He started breathing through his nostrils, and I bet he didn't know how to react, whether to get angry, frustrated, or enjoy the moment. Once again, I held his balls with a hard grip and pressed them. His whole body started shaking. "Reece, please." And again, harder. Ralph started moaning louder, one that I had never heard before. I was pleased with how things were going. "Go on, Ralph." I prompted again; he gritted his teeth in return. He held my gaze fiercely like he wanted to strangle me at any moment. "Go on, Ralph, the sooner, the better." Once again, I nudge him to continue the damn story.
Ralph took a shaky breath before speaking. "He entered the party wearing a grey, white, or maybe purple tuxedo. He caught everyone's attention, including my friends and mine." He was leaking, his eyes rolling, and his mind was fuzzy. Oh god, I am in love with him.
"I was talking with my friends, and my back was turned when he entered." I started playing with his pre-cum, massaging his member, barely touching but at the same time making him feel my touch. "That was the first time I felt different." I pressed his member a little hard. "I felt things that I hadn't felt for anyone before." I pressed harder. He started moaning and squirming heavily. I withdraw my hand. "You fucking moron, I am going to kill you." "Well, if you want release, finish the damn story." "This is not happening. Oh god, I am fucking hard. I want to cum. Please touch me, Reece." Begging does help in turning you on. I never tried it, but I had read about it before. "Go on, finish your story." It was an order, or else he better forget about his release for the day.
I bit his thigh, slowly but surely, making sure to leave a mark. Seeing Ralph in this situation, begging for his release, made me harder. I want to cum too, but not before satisfying him; it only happens if he bloody completes the damn story. I started swaying my hands slowly near his member, gently massaging and pressing. "You are killing me, bastard, damn you." "The story." I prompted. I was in front of his member, breathing heavily and touching his tip using my lips. "Ralph." His breathing was intense by my action, and he glared at me by my reminder.
I glared back at him, not backing down either. "I can't remember anything for fuck's sake." I was satisfied with the answer, at least for a few minutes; I wanted that bastard to vanish from this moron's memory. There was a grin on my face upon hearing the answer; without wasting any more seconds, I started sucking Ralph.
Ralph hit his head on the pillow hard; his prayer was answered by the unexpected response. Ralph was vulnerable, and his actions drove me crazy. This whole thing felt different; I wanted to give him what he was pleading for by taking my own time, and I loved every second of it. Ralph started moaning louder as he was close, and I withdrew my mouth. Ralph was frustrated as he was opening his mouth to curse me; my hand was on his throat, holding him tightly from talking.
He really loves being vulnerable. I declared that to myself. He was choking, so I loosened the grip a little. As he inhaled some air, I started kissing him. It was a hard, passionate kiss where he was showing his frustration. I needed to remind him who was in control; he needed to learn his obedience, so I bit his lower lip. The blood started to ooze so damn perfect for the damn situation. I lost it.
I kissed his lower lip, tasting his blood but not cleaning or sucking it to ease his pain. We were panting with pre-cum. "I want to be inside you." I rasped those words in Ralph's ears, and I only heard a moan in response. I took the things from the drawer, and Ralph widened his legs without my instruction. I chuckled at that, and he glared.
I gave in to his pleading and was inside him. I needed this more than him. I wanted to make him see the clouds and float in pleasure, so I thrust him harder and harder. He groaned and moaned, and I grunted equally to match the pleasure. We came together, and I collapsed on him with exhaustion.
We were breathing heavily, and I looked at Ralph, who had closed his eyes, enjoying the aftermath. I untied his hands while enjoying his blissful look. Ralph's breathing was even with a slight snore. I didn't expect this result as I wanted more. I chuckled when I saw his exhausted sleeping position.
I guess I created my own story.