I’m so sorry for the long wait. I’m also sorry that this is so short. My life is very hectic right now; school eats up all of my time. There’s some smut in this chapter though, maybe that’ll make up for some of my shortcomings. I’ll update as fast as I can, hopefully with a regular length chapter.

Chapter 10

I decide that I should look at gay porn on the internet. Just to be absolutely sure about this whole gay thing.

I’m in my room in front of the computer screen watching two guys go at it. I recognize that they’re both incredibly good looking young men. I also recognize the effect they’re having on my dick. Who knew butt-fucking could be so incredibly arousing?

However the dialogue is lacking. There’s a lot of ‘Harder baby!’ and ‘Oh fuck me harder!’ and ‘Look how hard I am for you!’. They could at least find another synonym for ‘hard’.

I hear a knock at my door. Fuck. At least it’s locked.

“Seth what are you doing in there?” Go away mother.

I hear her try the door handle. “Why is the door locked? I hear noises, what’s going on?”

I quickly turn down the volume on my computer. Shit, I’m such a dumb ass.

I finally reply, “Nothing’s going on. I was sleeping.”

“Fine, whatever, I’ll let you masturbate in peace.”

“That’s not what I was doing!” Although I was about to.

I hear her walk off. I turn my attention back to my computer screen. The guy that’s getting fucked in the ass is touching himself, and looks pretty pleased with his life at the moment. How is it possible to be happy with a huge dick stuffed up your butt?

Will Akon ever do that to me? I’m scared at the thought, but also a little intrigued, I mean it has to somewhat pleasurable if mister ‘Fuck me harder!’ is enjoying it. Maybe I’ll do it to him. Really, who knows at this point.

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“Tell me I’m incredibly good looking.” I already know this fact but it’s always good to have reassurance.

“You’re so incredibly good looking that I can’t take my eyes off you for more that a second.”

I smirk at Akon, “I know.”

“Then why did you ask?” We’re lying on his bed; or rather I’m lying on him on his bed.

“Because I can.” My head is directly under his chin and I can feel the vibrations in his chest when he talks.

“Well, I hope I live up to your standards of beauty.”

“Of course you do, if you didn’t do you think I’d let you kiss me?”

He suddenly flips over, his weight resting heavily on me, but it’s not uncomfortable. “Then I’d just have to make you kiss me.” He smiles and gives me a peck on the lips.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

“I know, but I would want to.”

“Well just be glad that you’re fucking hot. Now kiss me some more.”

“As you wish.”

Our make out session is much like all the others, lots of lips, tongue and the occasional bite here and there. We’re both hard; his erection is poking me in the thigh, rubbing minutely against me. I’m enjoying myself, but I want a little bit more. I just don’t know how to get it.

So I decide to make a move, he’s too afraid of scaring me off to take it any further. Does it always have to be up to me?

I start to sit up, not breaking contact, and I pull away to take off my shirt. Once it’s off I lay back down and Akon stares down at me in amazement. Am I really that beautiful? Of course I am.

“Um, what are you doing?”

“I took off my shirt.”

“I can see that.”

“I’m getting cold, get back down here.”

He grins and lies on top of me again. But he doesn’t kiss me; instead he latches onto my right nipple. Holy shit, that was unexpected.

I moan, and he goes at my left nipple with determination. He must like it when I moan.

He leaves my nipples behind and starts licking and sucking on my torso, stomach and hip bones. You are a very useful boy.

By this time I’m so hard I would jerk off right now in front of him. He abandons my hip bones and crawl back up to me, kissing me again. My hands are on his back, and I’m unabashedly thrusting against him. Goddamn it, I want some relief!

To my surprise he’s thrusting back against me with just as much fever. We’ve never gone this far, at least when sober. I’ve never came in his presence before. I realize that I’m about a second away from that happening.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out.

Akon’s face is resting against my neck, I hear a mumbled screech and he stills.

We’re both still panting, he raises up a bit and looks at me.

“Was that alright?” Of course it was alright, best orgasm of my life so far.

“I guess so.”

He makes a screwed up face as if to say ‘did I do something wrong?’. “You guess so?”

“I’m joking, it was great.”

He grins, “Good.”

We lay there for a few more minutes, until I can no longer stand the drying semen in my boxers.

“Hey, er, can I clean up?”

He gets up and drags me with him, “Yea, I’ll get you a clean pair of boxers.” He retrieves two pairs of boxers from his dresser and throws a pair at me. He starts to undress.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“You’ve seen me naked before.”

I blush, “Yea, but not, you know, after we’ve…” I trail off because it’s useless to keep talking. I make no sense.

He laughs, “You’re so weird Seth, we just got off on each other and you don’t want to see me naked?”

“Fine whatever, but I’m changing in the bathroom.”

He looks disappointed as I shut the bathroom door.

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