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Chapter 3: Confusion
He grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my head and pulled his dick away from my mouth gently as he looked down on me from his position. With his other hand, he slammed his fat cock against my mouth before tracing his smooth tip in a circle belligerently along the outline of my lips.
As I was lost in a trance from his passionate eyes, he guided me beside him on the bed so that I was lying on my stomach against the soft sheets. He climbed over my back, pressing and squeezing his heavy body against my feather weight and pinning me against the bed as he nuzzled the back of my neck.
He placed his hands on both sides of my shoulders before sliding down sensually and rubbing my back, covering every nook and cranny of my body with his vulgar hands. His palms had calluses from lifting weights and it contrasted against the smoothness of my skin, making me shudder from the sensation.
He explored further downwards until he captured the soft globes of my bubble butt. He fondled them thoroughly, squeezing and squashing it flat before spanking it hard and letting the naughty sound echo in the air. I whimpered.
"Hmm... You like that?", he asked. He kept spanking my poor ass and it started to numb from both pain and pleasure.
After a solid moment of fondling and spanking, he parted my ass widely, exposing my clean-shaven and pink puckered hole. I turned my head back and he was shamelessly biting his lower lip as he ogled at my pink entrance.
"Damn...", he whispered.
He flicked his thumb in his mouth before pressing and circling it around my asshole and making me wince from the foreign sensation. He kept rubbing my asshole harder and harder, building speed until he was kneading me like a machine. I arched my back to give him better access.
He parted my bubble butt once again before I felt the cold gush of his spit land on it. Not too long after, I felt his wet and soft tongue swirl around the circumference while he pressed his handsome face hard between my buttocks. His talented tongue flicked my sensitive hole over and under, and it took everything in me to stop bucking and flailing my hips from what he was making me feel.
He speared his tongue and I felt its tip start to prod and penetrate me as my sphincter welcomed him. I tried to relax my back muscles to help him penetrate me easier. He plunged his tongue in a swift motion until a good length was in before swirling it around aggressively, stretching and rubbing the walls of my rectum and leaving me almost numb from his touch. A hot feeling emanated from my stomach, spreading throughout my body and almost driving me to the edge of my climax.
I could feel the naughty vibrations of his throat while he moaned into my ass, getting absorbed into it as he kept at it like he meant business.
He pulled away and grabbed my hips with both of his hands before flipping me over on my back. Our eyes met and his brown ones looked so ready to kill that I felt literal chills running through my spine for a second.
He grabbed the back of my knees and pushed it against the bed beside my shoulders, bending me in half and making me shiver when the cold air kissed my wet and puckered asshole. He bent down, held my eyes with his, and then guided his dick with his hand and gently pressed it against my hole. He rubbed it up and down my sensitive crevice, teasing my hole and making me shudder intensely in anticipation.
"Your hole wants me so bad.", he whispered into my ear.
He held my eyes again, and I was forced to look at his handsome face as he kept teasing me for what seemed like forever. I tried moving my legs to straddle him so he could finally penetrate me but he stopped me and hoisted the back of my knees over his shoulders. He continued teasing, smiling slyly as he made forward motions with his dick, almost penetrating my ass but not quite.
"Joss...", I snivelled.
"Yeah?", he asked, trying to suppress a grin from escaping his lips.
"Please! Don't keep me waiting... Please do it!" , I whispered, desperation very evident in my voice.
"Do what?", he asked. His face was smug, clearly enjoying my misery.
"Fuck me, Joss! I need you to fuck me right now, please sir...", I exclaimed.
His smirk disappeared from his face as his eyes began to be colonized by lust. I could finally feel the snout of his dick slowly sliding in me before my nerves ignited in excruciating pain because of the friction.
Sensing this, he pulled away and got off the bed swiftly, leaving me with an empty feeling as I retained my position. He came back and held my thigh up before holding a bottle of lube above my ass. I felt the sickeningly cold liquid gush down my gaping hole and into me before he slid a finger and spread it all over my insides. I moaned. He smirked.
He then squeezed the bottle into his hand this time, and coated his thick meat with it giving it a good gleam before going back to the position where we left off earlier.
This time, his head slid way easier into me until he was able to pop the entire head in. It was unbearably painful and my eyes were permanently scrunched close in an attempt to divert my focus and think of happy thoughts.
"Open your eyes and look at me.", he commanded steely.
It took me a while but I was eventually able to open my eyes after the pain had subsided a little. The moment we made eye contact, he rammed a good amount of his length abruptly into me. I screamed in agony and he swiftly covered my mouth with his hand.
"Sorry. Couldn't stop myself.", he said. His face really did seem apologetic, I thought. He was kind enough to stay put and let me adjust and accommodate his thick member in me. After a while I whispered something inaudible, almost gibberish to him.
"What?", he asked as he bent down and tilted his head so that his ear was hovering my mouth.
"Fuck me, sir...", I whispered like a bitch in heat.
Our eyes met, and in a sliver of a second, he shoved the rest of his length balls deep inside me. The smooth patches of his pubes tickled my testicles as he was now completely and utterly inside me. I bit hard on the palm of his hands to stifle my screams from what was arguably the most painful feeling I've experienced. It was more than a slight discomfort or a tolerable itch; it felt as if I was split open by a jackhammer.
"Damn it, Leo! Are you alright?", he asked. "I'm sorry..." he uncovered his hand and pressed his lips softly against mine, showering me with his gentle smooches until I slightly recovered and opened my eyes.
His face was masked with worry but he didn't stop his barrage of kisses which made me fall impossibly harder in love with him. Tears welled up behind my eyes both from the pain and the intense emotions I was feeling for him.
"I'm sorry... Do you want to stop?", he asked in a gentle voice which I wasn't familiar with hearing him use.
"No, Joss. I'm alright. You can start moving now...", I said.
"Are you sure?", he asked before giving me a lasting kiss. I nodded.
He started slowly pulling his cock away until only the head was inside. Carefully, he started thrusting it back in until he was once again balls deep inside me. It still hurts like hell. I didn't know it could hurt this much, but I should've expected it considering how monstrous his dick was.
His eyes were shut and his eyebrows were scrunched up in pleasure as he slowly torpedoed my insides in a slow and steady rhythm. When he noticed that I was sort of adjusted to his length, he started gradually building up speed. The hollowness I felt when he thrusted out was quickly replaced with euphoria as he perfectly filled me with his thickness.
"Look at me.", he commanded. I looked at him in admiration as he shoved his dick in and out of me roughly, fucking me senselessly before hitting a spot somewhere inside me that almost pushed me to the brink of insanity. His thrusts were so fast and defined, that he kept hitting the spot over and over again making me erupt gobs and gobs of cum on my stomach without even realizing it. My head was thrown back from the intensity of my climax.
He bent down and grabbed a fistful of my hair before forcing me to look at him again as he was now fucking me as fast as humanly possible.
"Hey... didn't I tell... you to look... at me?", he whispered gruffly in between his thrusts. His breath started becoming heavier by the second. He continued his animalistic fucking as he held my eyes captive by his hazelnut ones, letting me know that he was completely dominating me like I was his bitch.
His body tensed and convulsed, and he started groaning uncontrollably as I felt his thick dick fatten inside me before he shot heavy gushes of his cum in batches of powerful explosions, filling me with his warm essence altogether. He kept his pacing of fucking my ass as he finished his business.
He eventually collapsed on top of me, his nose burying itself in my neck as his overwhelmingly heavy body squeezed and crushed me against the bed. He panted heavily from exhaustion as I felt his erection shrink from inside me before it eventually popped out of my ass, letting a small stream of his cum spill out.
I was in heaven. His body was like a puzzle, fitting perfectly on top of me before he slid off of me and laid on his back beside me on his bed. He covered his eyes with his forearm as his pants slowly subsided.
I cuddled against his side and weakly tried to reach his lips. I tried kissing him, but his lips were tightly shut and he wasn't reciprocating. I tried to kiss him again but this time, he turned his head away before getting off the bed and walking towards the bathroom without paying me any mind.
I sat up on the bed thinking if I did something wrong. Just a minute ago he was so sweet, but now I think his post-nut clarity made him regret everything. I panicked. My mind was flooded with multiple thoughts which were only stopped when he went out of the bathroom fully dressed. Without doing so much as looking at me, he spoke.
"Come on, let's get you home.", he coldly said. I felt my heart constrict from his treatment and sooner than later, the back of my eyes were damp with tears threatening to fall but I swallowed it all and picked up my clothes as I tried my hardest to compose myself. I put my clothes on in haste and followed him into his car. He sped through the road to my house and not a word was said throughout the entirety of the ride.
He parked in front of our house and dropped me off, smiling weakly when our eyes met. I couldn't smile back. I looked away and headed inside the house in a half-run, and I heard him pull away before I reached the door.
I dropped my stuff somewhere in my room, grabbed my towel, and stripped my clothes. I closed and locked the door and hopped into the tub. I turned the shower on and let the warm water wash over the tension and the fatigue from my body as I began lathering it with soap mechanically.
My vision started getting blurrier as I finally decided to stop suppressing the tears that were begging to be released for a while now.
I led myself to believe that there was something in the way he held me, that there was something in the way he kissed me, that against all odds, he liked me too, even just by a little bit.
The apathy in his eyes told me otherwise. He used me as a cum rag and he took advantage of my feelings. For a good while, I let myself cry. I must have looked so pitiful, but I didn't care.
I knew I had to avoid him. I knew that there was no other way to navigate around the situation without getting hurt and that the only way to do it was to completely stay away from him. Again.
I tried to focus on my studies and training. I either headed straight to the library with my friends after my afternoon training or straight home. Ashton wondered why I went back to going home by myself at first, but he was pretty dense so the same excuse worked on him and he left me alone.
Tomas and the others would see me in the cafeteria and other places in the university and they would ask me why I wasn't coming to the gym as much. Of course I had to lie to their face, but they were still very insistent on taking me out that day. I was able to formulate a believable excuse because I knew that Joss would be there.
After about 3 days of constant aversion, I was exiting the tennis court and I once again saw Joss waiting outside the gate at the same spot where he waited for me the last time. My heart began thumping against my chest loudly, but I tried to compose myself and walked out the gates pretending not to see him.
"Leo!", he called. I ignored him and kept walking away. He ran towards me and caught up in no time, grabbing my arm gently and making me face him.
I couldn't. I stared straight ahead, cause I knew that just looking at him would be enough to make me forget about all the stupid things he did.
"Leo, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for being an asshole. I didn't mean for any of that to happen, I swear.", he said.
What he said caught my attention. I looked up at him and I couldn't hide the hurt in my eyes. It really meant nothing to him. My eyes got heavier by the second before the tears finally fell. I wiped it away swiftly as I hated showing him how vulnerable I was.
"Sorry...", he whispered.
"Stop apologizing, Joss. You're making me feel worse.", I said. He wore an apologetic expression as he opened his mouth and closed it back shut.
"Why did you do that?", I asked. He didn't answer.
"Are you gay?", I asked.
"No...", he answered meekly.
"So you're bi?", I continued.
"I don't think so...", he met my eyes. I could tell that he wasn't lying or trying to cover anything up, and it just added to the hurt that I was feeling.
"So why would you think that it's okay to take advantage of my feelings like that?", I asked, my voice betraying my strong facade. His face looked so guilty and I could tell that he really felt bad about what he did but I was too hurt, too betrayed to care.
"I don't know, Leo. I don't know...", he said.
I started walking away. He tried to stop me but I shook his hand off and marched to the library without glancing back.
A week quickly passed by after that exhausting confrontation. I kept myself busy with training and school and I thought that I was finally starting to feel better as I started taking control of my thoughts better. It was a Friday night, and our coach decided to treat the team to a buffet for a job well done.
The coach had been pretty rough on us this week, so he decided to reward us with a bountiful treat! We were all so tense about the upcoming competition so this was really a much needed breather for everyone, especially since it's a Friday night.
My friends and I ate like we never have before, having an actual strategy of what to eat first and what to leave for last to maximize the space in our stomachs. We flocked to the expensive seafood and sushi and we must have stirred quite a commotion because most of the other customers' eyes were on us.
I had fun. For a fleeting moment, I forgot all about Joss. I was able to temporarily bury my feelings for him and just continue living my life and focusing on what's really important.
My friend Dan gave me a ride home and I was happily waving him off as he sped through the road when I saw a couple of cars parked in front of our house. One of them was Joss's. My stomach churned.
I quietly approached the door and tried to stealthily head up towards the stairs but Ashton spotted me from the kitchen as he was carrying some ice and cups in his hands. I gestured for him to stay quiet but it was all too late.
"Hey guys, Leo's here!", he shouted to the backyard at the top of his lungs.
Not too long after, Tomas, Troy and the rest of the guys ran past the sliding door and tackled me to the ground saying how much they missed me. Their bodies were grinding against me, and I tried shoving them off for their own good.
"Took you long enough. Come on, we're waiting for you outside.", Tomas said. He was only wearing a black tank top on top of a skimpy sports shorts, and it reminded me of how hot he really was.
"I'm kinda tired from training, Tomas... I think I'll rest early tonight.", I said, hoping they'd listen.
"Nonsense. We won't take no for an answer, man. Come on, ease up, it's Friday!", Troy added as he slung his arms around the back of my neck, giving me a whiff of his deodorant.
At this point, I knew it was pointless to refuse. They cheered when I agreed and went back to rejoin the other in the backyard as I headed to my room upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes. I laid for a while on my bed, feeling the strong grip of the bed on my body before reluctantly getting off of it and heading downstairs. Ugh.
I slid the glass doors and then everybody's eyes were on me. Tomas handed me a cold beer before making some space beside him. Two of our glass tables were connected making up one wide table which was set beside our pool. Around the table are of course, the guys, and by the other end are Denise and some other girls I didn't quite know. I looked at Joss who was sitting directly beside his girlfriend, and he looked at me back with a stoic expression. I looked away.
They started handing me drinks to catch up but I was only able to accept so much because my stomach is still unbelievably full from the buffet. Thankfully, Tomas was there to save me by claiming most of the shots in my place.
Their attention was on me for a good while, asking me about what I had going on and why I wasn't showing up as much. I told the same lies about how busy I was studying for the exams and the training yada yada, but I could see Joss staring at me in my peripheral vision, probably thinking about how much of a pathological liar I was for having convinced almost everyone. Well, everyone except him.
After a while, we settled into our own conversations and Tomas beside me was getting really friendly and comfortable. I actually missed him and his affable demeanor. He kept throwing jokes at me and I genuinely laughed at every single one of them, probably because I was starting to feel buzzed from the alcohol. I accidentally made eye contact with Joss and he looked away immediately. Denise was sort of smothering him with her hands but he wasn't giving her much mind.
After a couple rounds of alcohol, everyone was starting to get pretty tipsy, especially Tomas. I was used to his friendly attitude but tonight was different. I could sense that he was kind of flirting with me from the way he looked at me. As I said, Tomas was incredibly hot and attractive too. Along with my slight inebriation, he was making me feel hot on the inside.
I excused myself to the bathroom. I emptied my bladder and fixed myself a little in front of the mirror. When I headed out, I saw Tomas standing by the kitchen island looking at me, and the butterflies in my stomach started to flutter. He smiled at me and my heart started beating faster.
I gave him a hey before trying to walk past him but he blocked my path to no surprise. He looked at me with a serious expression before sauntering towards me. I stepped back slowly until my back hit the kitchen counter while he kept cornering me until he stood just a few inches away from me.
He placed his hands on my hips and his eyes darted on my lips.
"Tomas, you're drunk...", I whispered.
"I'm not drunk, Leo. I know what I'm doing...", he gruffly whispered back as he kept staring me down.
His hand expertly slid to my back and caressed me sensually, moving upwards until he cupped the back of my neck. Slowly, he pulled me towards his face, locking our lips in a soft and sensual kiss. I placed my hand on his chest when he started really getting into the kiss, nibbling and playfully biting on my lower lip.
His tongue prodded the slit, forcing me to open it as he aggressively searched for mine. We made out for quite a while as his hands kept caressing my back. I felt his hardening dick poking my stomach and I whimpered a little.
He pulled away panting and looking at me in a daze. He nuzzled my neck affectionately, planting soft kisses on the base of my neck when I felt all the blood in my body go to my feet as I saw Joss standing just a couple of feet behind Tomas.
His eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes cold and unforgiving, and his jaw tensed wildly as his hand balled into a fist on his side. He was fuming mad, and instead of scaring me, it made me incredibly horny.
He didn't take his eyes off of me, as if communicating something I didn't quite understand yet. Eventually, I gently pushed Tomas by his chest and awkwardly excused myself, walking past both him and Joss as I went back and rejoined everybody in the backyard.
They returned one after the other and I kept my eyes glued to the ground.
Tomas sat beside me, looking worried but I looked at him and smiled. He sighed and smiled back.
I was still processing what happened back there. Was Joss mad that I was making out with Tomas? He sure looked like he was. I don't understand him at all. I was getting consumed by my thoughts when Tomas found my hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. I looked at him but he avoided my eyes, an obvious blush forming in his cheeks.
My eyes flitted to Joss who stared at me blankly. His eyes darted to our joined hands, then back to mine. He raised his brows indignantly, and I looked down instinctively. He kept stealing glances at the both of us for the rest of the night, and I could see that Denise was feeling kind of neglected.
Soon after, some of the guys and their girls started leaving one after the other. Denise also wanted to go home. She looked tired and annoyed at Joss the whole time. We finally decided to call it a night after a few more beers, and I helped fix the stuff on the table afterwards. Ashton and the others were fixing the chairs and sweeping while I stacked the cups and grabbed as many bottles as I could before heading back inside to the kitchen.
I plopped them carefully beside the kitchen sink before going back to take the rest when Joss appeared in front of me, looking all hot and sexy as usual. I was partially intoxicated by all the shots I took, but he was hot either way. Without doing anything, he was able to evoke such an intense reaction from me and I hated him for it.
"So... You and Tomas huh...", he said.
"No... he was just drunk and I was too, a little.", I said, trying to dismiss the conversation and attempting to walk past him but he blocked me.
"Yeah, right.", he quipped.
"What's your problem, Joss?", I asked. He stared at me with a blank expression.
"Do you like him?", he asked.
"No, I don't. Can I go now?", I asked, gesturing for him to move.
"That kiss sure made that clear.", he whispered.
I kept trying to walk past him but he was insistent on blocking me. I stopped because the physical contact was beginning to make me feel weak.
"Stop it, Joss. Why do you care anyway?", he was caught off guard with the question.
"Sorry...", he whispered, his eyes looking sad like a puppy.
"Are you still mad at me?", he asked. I looked at him for a few seconds, trying to make out his face in the darkness of the room.
"I just wanna know why, Joss. Why would you do that? Did you just want to hurt me?", I asked genuinely.
"No!", he said immediately. "I wouldn't purposely hurt you, Leo. You know that", he said. He held my eyes, and the familiar feeling that made me feel like I was floating on cloud nine came flooding back to me.
"Then why?", I demanded.
He approached me, and my knees started to buckle so much that I had to support myself upright by grabbing his arms. His eyes darted to my hand before turning to me.
"You wanna know why?", he leaned in and whispered, making all the hairs on my body rise.
"You drive me crazy... I've never felt this ever with a dude before and it's all new to me but... you just... drive me crazy sometimes.", he whispered in a low baritone.
I swallowed, unable to handle the way he was yet again looking at me.
"W-What do you mean?", I spoke, barely audible from my trance.
"Hmm... right now, if you'd let me say what's on my mind...", he said. He took my chin between his thumb and index finger and lifted it to face me better.
"I want to fuck you. Hard and raw like I did the last time..."
I bit my lip and felt the butterflies on my stomach go on a rampage. He was about to lean down for a kiss when Denise called out to him from behind.
"Joss, are you ready?"
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