I’m trying to breathe steadily but all I can do is gasp out as Andy fingerfucks me. So fucking good. I think he knows what he’s doing, because he’s scissoring his fingers into me, spreading my hole just right, then he presses up and OH MY GOD.
He found my prostate.
I scream as my cock explodes, spewing my load all over my stomach, I’m shaking, convulsing as my cock is drained, the whole time Andy keeps working his fingers into me, it’s driving me wild.
I notice Andy’s other hand is flying, and I angle my head to see him stroking his cock.
His fucking cock.
His BIG fucking cock.
Now, he’s not Mark sized. And he’s probably not quite as big as my dildo. But for the real world, that’s a big fucking dick.
Andy has a huge nerd cock.
“CUM ON MY PUSSY!” I beg desperately.
I didn’t have to tell Andy twice. He grunts and brings his cock closer to my hole, then throws his head back as his cock unleashes a hefty load all over my hole, I feel each warm spurt on the outside, painting the ring of my pussy so good.
It’s so hot that my cock twitches, but I’m totally spent.
Andy falls down onto the bed next to me, both of us breathing heavily. We both turn our hands, and I gaze into his crystal blue eyes. We meet in the middle, our lips mashing, tongues wrestling, our cocks may be spent but the flame of passion inside us hasn’t died down.
While we make out, Andy rubs his load around my hole, fingering it into me a little, and it’s so filthy hot that I want to ask if he’s ready for round two.
And then I hear the garage door open.
***
I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m so jittery that I have to go to the gym during my lunch break and pound out a few squats to burn it off. And the extra benefit is that it pumps my glutes up a little.
And Andy definitely isn’t complaining.
Andy, my boyfriend. I think.
After that encounter in my room, Andy and I had to clean up in a rush before my mom came up and knocked on my door. She opened to find two fully clothed teenage guys sitting side by side on the bed with a laptop in front of them. Nothing to see here, mom, move along. She wasn’t suspicious in the slightest, because she has no idea I’m gay.
“Andy, are you going to stay for dinner?” She asked sweetly.
Andy glanced towards me and I smile at him.
“I’d love to, Mrs. Casey.”
After dinner we agreed we needed to talk, but it was late and Andy had to get home. For the next day, I was elated. I felt like my feet didn’t even touch the ground. Andy and I had kissed, he fingered me, then came onto my hole. He was just as into the jock pussy thing as me. I’m 100% certain he was into me, at least sexually, but I didn’t know if he thought of me only as a friend.
After school I join Andy in the studio art room. He’s working on his painting, and it has already become so much more detailed, the bird’s wings silvery and each feather painted in exquisite detail. I do some homework while one of his classmates finishes up work on her own painting.
“I’m gonna head out, don’t forget to lock up, okay Andy?” she says as she leaves.
Finally. We’re alone.
Andy puts his painting stuff down and wipes his hands on a rag he keeps nearby. My stomach is buzzing in anticipation. A part of me wonders if we’d hook up again at school, which is so hot. I want to recreate all the scenes from Jock Pussy Syndrome with him, especially the locker room encounter in Chapter 5.
“So…” we both say at the same time.
“Uh, you go first,” I offer.
Andy takes a deep breath. “I’m so into you, Matt. I’ve been into you for a while. I didn’t know if you were into guys, but I wondered if I got closer to you I’d figure it out. I had no idea you were well… into the same stuff as me.”
“Oh fuck, Andy, me too!! I know you caught me staring at you a few times. I wondered if we were hanging out or hanging out, you know what I mean.”
Andy nodded. “So… cards on the table. I’m into you, you’re into me.”
I know what Andy was going to ask, and the butterflies in my stomach aren’t a swarm but light and airy.
“Yes, I want to be your boyfriend,” I blurted out, beating him to the punch.
Andy’s eyes crinkle as he laughs. “I didn’t even ask you yet!”
I cut him off by pulling him in for a scorching kiss. I feel like my life is unreal. Like as we kiss a camera swoops around us, light streams in through the windows, and the butterflies burst out of my stomach and encircle us.
Hey, I also like Charlie Walker’s stories for the romance.
After what feels like ages, and my lips are sore to prove it, Andy breaks our kiss.
“My parents are gone Saturday night. Come over?” he asks. As if I’d say no. Especially seeing the heat in his eyes.
“And bring your duffel bag,” he says with an evil smirk.
If I had JPS, my pants would be soaking wet.
***
The night in question comes quickly. Before I know it I’m parking on the side of the road near Andy’s house.
I’m going to get fucked tonight.
I know it, Andy knows it. I’m not nervous at all. Just pure excitement.
My jock pussy is gonna get fucked by a real, not silicone, big nerd dick. Well, Andy is not too keen on being called a nerd, but he does it for my sake.
I have a surprise for him too. It’s gonna drive him wild, I know it.
The door opens before I even have a chance to knock. That makes me smile. Andy is just as excited as I am. He’s dressed comfortably, in sweats and a t-shirt. And I can see his dickprint through the sweats.
I step inside, shut the door, and Andy immediately pulls me in for a scorching kiss. I’m pretty sure we’d end up on the floor at this rate, so I reluctantly break our kiss.
“Do you wanna eat first, or…?”
“Fuck me now,” I say, and Not-So-Little Andy is immediately at full mast.
I was already prepared. I had douched before coming, and I didn’t want to eat first. Andy grabbed my hand and pulled me upstairs to his room.
Andy’s room was a perfect reflection of him. He had tons of band posters, and some art pieces that he had made. My boyfriend was so talented. I didn’t have a chance to fully admire them, though, because Andy’s lips were on mine immediately.
We gasp into each other’s mouths, my hands going under his shirt, feeling his abs, while he does the same to me. He brushes his finger against my nipple, and I moan into him. Then he reaches behind my back and his hands travel farther south. I grab his dick through the sweats, and yup, my boyfriend is rock hard for me.
Andy’s hand slips into my jeans and he freezes when he only feels my bare flesh. He pulls away and looks at me.
“Are you going commando?” he asks.
I grin at him evilly. “Nope.”
The heated look he gave me could melt the North Pole. I push gently on his chest and he sits down on his desk chair while I face him.
“Let me show you,” I say throatily.
I unbutton and unzip my jeans, then turn around so my jeans clad ass is facing him. I know he loves the way my ass looks in jeans, but I guarantee he’ll like it even better like this.
I slooooowly peel my jeans over my big, round bubble. I’ve been killing my glutes at the gym all week because I wanted them pumped for tonight. They’re a little bit sore, but so worth it. Andy’s breath catches when he notices the thin pink strip around my waist. He’s never seen me wear the thong before, but I know he’s been dying to.