How did I not post part 4 of this? Enjoy :) :D
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The roads were clear as I drove home from work, but I detoured anyway. Drove past the shop where I last saw Brayden. By then, it had been closed for hours, but part of me hoped his truck would still be in the lot. If that was the case, he might need me tomorrow. And I’d take any excuse to see him.
But his truck wasn’t there. Wasn’t by his house, either. I dreaded going home to my empty place where only chores waited for me. Thought about picking up something for dinner, but my stomach turned in so many knots, I opted not to.
I had a better idea.
I drove around the sex shop three times before parking. I’d passed it on my way home every day for the past three months and never dared go inside. Nicole laughed at me when I told her about it and she said, “Only freaks go in there.”
A big part of me wondered if she was right, and if going inside meant I’d be marked for life. But what harm would it do to look?
I turned the car off and took a few deep breaths. Brayden’s scent was still everywhere, though it faded fast—either that, or I was getting too used to it. Only way to know for sure was to get out and come back again.
The windows were covered in plastic sheets so no one could see inside, and the front door had a few signs that said, “Must be over 18 to enter, no exceptions.”
I shrugged and pushed in, already regretting my decision as the loud bells above the doorway chimed for my entrance.
The cashier absently glanced at my direction. “Welcome. Let me know if you need help.”
I nodded, then hugged the side wall to my left. The whole place felt like a library of naughtiness, and no one was allowed to speak above a whisper. A local radio station played from the speakers in the ceiling, and I bobbed my head to the music to try and relax.
Freaks, huh? Everything in the front of the store was pretty tame—lots of lingerie and an array of every kind of condom known to mankind on a massive display in the center—like the further back one went, the more sinful it became. Bottles of lube in varying sizes lined the path backward, in brands I’d never heard of and unique in ways I was too shy to ask about.
All the clothes were for women. Bright lace teddies in obnoxious colors. I absently glanced through them, wondering if Nicole had worn anything like that if I would’ve liked it. Decidedly not. Instead, I mused if anything might fit me. The idea of sliding into a pair of thigh-high stockings while wearing nothing else…it was more erotic than pure nakedness. It was forbidden. Dirty.
The nasty way I fantasized about him talking to me earlier cropped up again. I shuddered and kept moving, determined to satisfy my newfound carnal need to be filled.
A thick wall separated the vast front room of mild tastes from the rows upon rows of sex toys on the other side. I wasn’t sure where to start. Most were clearly intended for a woman’s needs—small devices that looked like flowers, pink packaging, things outright called “clit suckers”—but things became progressively more neutral as I walked.
Finally, what I was searching for. A section where most packages were all black. Lots of strokers. Fake pussies and assess, too. Plugs, dildos, and ass-cleaning kits. Cockrings galore.
I peered over my shoulder to make sure no one watched me, even though I was certain cameras were everywhere. Prices were high, but that didn’t mean much.
Where to start? My body buzzed and I adjusted my cock in my pants to keep from being obvious. I figured cleanliness was important, so I started there first. Read a few packages as if it really mattered before settling on a kit that looked simple enough. Plugs were appealing even though some looked monstrous. Bray was big in the dark, but the massive bulbs before me were intimidating. Dildos in all colors and equipped with hardy suction cups mocked me—I was too inexperienced to know what I was looking at, what would be too much, what might feel good.
But one caught my eye. One with tan skin, uncut, and a rod in the center to give it stability. It reminded me of something—of someone—and if nothing else, it could help me get used to his length down my throat. The thought of slobbering all over it and sending him pictures of my weeping face was almost too much to handle.
I bundled my selections, including a small plug that wasn’t scary, and went back to the front while glancing over the lube selections. Picked a bottle with a squirt top for easy application. The chick at the front didn’t so much as blink at my small pile of items, stoically said the store couldn’t take returns for obvious reasons, and sent me on my way.
When I sat in the car, my cock leaked again, now eager to get home as fast as I could. With the house to myself, I had all the time in the world to do whatever the hell I wanted after Mom’s chore was done.
Maybe I can wear that plug while I’m outside. Stretch out a little. I sped up, only careful enough to avoid getting pulled over. My ass twitched and clenched with anticipation. Turned down my street. Almost there. Almost there. But a familiar red truck along the sidewalk made me slam on my brakes.
No fucking way.
I let the car idle as I stared at the truck. It couldn’t be. I fumbled around my front pocket for my phone—no texts. But the Packers decal wasn’t mistakeable.
Why would Bray come by now? I couldn’t sit in the middle of the street like I was, so I pulled up slowly behind his truck and parked.
He came around the other side, practically glistening with sweat. With Daylight Savings, it was still pretty light out for 8:30, and the yellow cast of sunset enhanced the bright orange of his shirt. He pushed a large mower alongside his truck and raised his face, meeting my eyes through my windshield.
I couldn’t just stare at him. I put my bag of goodies in the back seat and stepped out. “Hey, man. Um…what’s up?”
Brayden opened the truck bed and lifted the mower inside, then slapped his palms together to clear off any remnants of cut grass. “I was around and heard what your mom said. Figured I had everything with me, so why not help out?”
So he’d done my chore for me. That was…sweet, I guess. “Wow. Thanks.” I scratched the back of my head. The awkwardness swelled between us.
“Work go okay?” He closed his truck bed and leaned his back against it. Just chatting. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Yeah. Busy. Nothing too exciting. You spend the day out with your dad?”
“Mmhmm. We’ve been out on jobs all day.”
“Cool.” I nodded and folded my arms, avoiding his eyes as much as I could.
But like before, Brayden had courage when I could hardly spit out my thoughts. “Hey, since your folks are out, maybe we can hang out? Get a pizza or something like old times?”
Old times. Sure. Like yesterday didn’t happen. I opted to leave my loot in the car for later and headed for the front door. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
He smiled. That perfect smile. The smile that I wanted to put there myself with a tinge of heat behind his eyes. Even sweaty and dirty from a day in the sun, he was gorgeous.
Calm down. I unlocked the house and strolled in a few feet. “I’m gonna get changed. You’re welcome to—”
Brayden slammed the front door closed and grabbed the collar of my polo, yanking me backward and shoving me against the door itself.
I held my hands up, surrendering to whatever he wanted. It felt like an attack and a threat. Please don’t hurt me.
His deep brown eyes flitted over my face. The sweat dripping down his cheeks enhanced his scent—the same musk I tried to preserve in the car all day. He panted against me, mixing his breath with mine, still holding the back of my shirt and pulling hard enough I worried he could choke me.
Without warning, Brayden drove his lips into me, huffing through his first few presses. He opened his mouth as an invitation, and I did the same, finally relaxing my hands and wrapping them around his shoulders. He took that signal as an invitation to thrust his crotch.
My heart pounded so hard, I was certain he could feel it through his chest.
Brayden released me to mumble, “Damn, I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
I whined and kissed him again, desperate to feel more. He answered me by tugging my shirt from my waistline and going for my belt. After fumbling for a few seconds, he wrenched himself away from my lips so he could see what he was doing while I pecked at his forehead.
“You really been thinking about this, Bray?”
“Mmhmm.” He finally got the buckle to open and took the belt off in a long pull through the loops.
“Your turn.” I pushed on the center of his chest so I could strip off his work shirt and lick his collarbone.
“Can I get cleaned up first?” he asked while kneading my biceps.
I remembered the bag of stuff in my car—if there was ever a moment to use what I bought, it was now. “Get in the shower upstairs. I’ll meet you in a sec. Have to grab something from my car.”
He grabbed my ass and pulled me in close one more time. “Make it quick.” He slapped it hard before letting me leave.
I looked both ways down the street to check for neighbors, but no one was outside, and it was only getting darker. Coast was clear. I retrieved my bag and ran upstairs to the bathroom where Brayden already had the shower water running.
“Bray?” I asked, cracking the door open.
He pulled back the curtain over the tub to see me. “Get in here.”
I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough before hopping in. He kissed me under the running water and swam his hands over my back, squeezing my ass hungrily. I raked in his hair and couldn’t tell if I was spurting pre-cum all over him or if it was the warm water from above. Didn’t matter. He leaked onto me, too.
“I have a surprise,” I said with a smirk. “Got some things on my way home today that might come in handy.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
I figured it would be too much to go all-in with the douche kit considering how badly I wanted to feel him inside me, but I could be thorough enough without it. “Let me finish cleaning myself up, and then I’ll show you.”
“What a tease.” He stroked himself under the shower and cleared away his existing pre-cum. “Where should I wait for you this time?”
“Go to my room. Take the sheets off.” I already had a bar of soap sudsing between my cheeks and over my balls by the time he left. Thanks to my personal session at lunch, it wasn’t too difficult to stretch myself a little to prepare.
Part of me thought about asking him to rail me as I was, pain and all, but we had the whole night ahead of us. My family wouldn’t be back until the afternoon, and I didn’t have to work. He could make up any excuse he wanted. So, planning for the long game, I ripped through the packaging of my new titanium butt plug, washed it in the sink, and dripped the thick lube all over.
I pushed it in slowly, jolting a little at the pop. With it in place, I felt like a nasty little slut. My cock was stiff and achy, ready to be touched, even if I secretly hoped he wouldn’t let me.
Last thing in the bag was the dildo, which now looked a little small compared to what Brayden was packin’ in my bedroom while I prepared. I washed it well and put it next to mine—my seven inches were on-par with what it offered. Couldn’t exactly tell what we might need it for just yet, but it was better to be ready with too much than not enough.
I walked to my room without fully drying off, still dripping with shower water and now lube down the backs of my thighs. The sensation of slick while I moved was so satisfying and naughty at once.
Brayden waited for me on the side of my bed—he stripped the sheets like I asked and put a couple towels down. We’d need them without question. The only light was the yellowish lamp on my desk straight ahead, which made him look older. It highlighted the curves of his muscles while casting a shadow of his giant cock on the wall. “Come ‘ere.”
I licked my lips and walked carefully, not certain if I trusted my tight ass as much as I probably should’ve. I put the lube on the bed and revealed the dildo from behind my back while sheepishly averting my eyes.
“Whoa, what the hell is that thing?”
“Well…I wasn’t sure if you’d ever wanna do this again. It, uh, reminded me of you.” I didn’t know how to be coy or submissive. All I knew was I wanted him to talk to me the way he did last night when we weren’t sure what we were doing.
Brayden blinked a few times, then took it from me. “Wow.” He cleared his throat, then put it on the nightstand with the lube. “Now, where were we?” Without a hiccup, he pulled me in by my neck—the signature move that made me shudder—and attacked my lips again.
I melted into him, crawling over his legs while he rested his back against the headboard. It made me a little taller when on my knees, but from that angle, he was even more handsome. Everything below my waist tingled and I dripped a long line onto his lower belly from all my excitement. It somewhat amused me that anything was left after my massive load at lunchtime.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered, sucking on his earlobe in the process.
“Shit…” He chuckled and stroked up my arms. “I still can’t believe you and I are doing this.”
“Me either. But I like it.”
“Hell yeah.” Brayden hissed while I left a strong hickey on his shoulder. “God, I don’t know if I can say what I want without making this weird.”
Oh, please…please. Best I could do was hope for what I wanted and hint at it. “Come on, tell me what you want. Maybe I’ll earn a compliment like I did last night.”
“Compliment, eh?” He slapped my ass hard.
My common sense faltered and I grabbed his shaft. “Own me. I’ll do anything you say.”
The same primal drive that pushed me the first time took over his eyes. He smirked. “Keep going.”
I pulled him off slow at first, letting his pre-cum lube everything.
“You’re salivating.” He put his index finger under my chin and snaked his face before me. “You that hungry for me?”
“Uh-huh.” I stroked faster, arching my brows.
“Yeah? Miss how I taste?”
“I love how you taste. I want more.” I backed up, ready to dive in at his word. “Please.”
It was obvious, but he played the game with me anyway. “Are you begging to suck my cock right now, Cody?”
I gulped*. Should I call him Daddy? Sir? Bro?* Guess it didn’t matter. “Uh-huh.”
He caressed my cheek almost sweetly. “Show me how bad you’ve wanted it.”
The rush in my belly went straight to my dick, letting out another line of pre-cum on the towel below. I licked all over Brayden’s shaft and sucked him in hard, as if my tongue were releasing a genie from his balls.
“Mm…” He rested his right hand on the back of my head, letting me choose the pace again since I was trying my hardest to deep throat him without gagging.
My eyes were closed, but I envisioned him from all the sounds he made. Relaxed backward on my bed. My submissive self on my knees in front of him. Servicing him. Waiting to bring him to the bitter edge and backing off, maybe doing so well he would slap me, write on me, or come all over me.
I twisted my hand at the base where I couldn’t quite reach with my lips. He filled my mouth well. Spit and god knows what else spilled over my lips and down my chin. My eyes watered, too. He was delicious and I felt like a tethered animal, out of control beyond instinct.
“Fuck, yes.” He spread his legs and slowly pumped his hips upward to meet my bobbing face, unable to contain himself. I opened my eyes again to see his face; Brayden bit his lower lip and tickled one of his nipples while his other hand stayed on me. “That’s it; make it disappear.”
It was a good command, but I wanted more. I popped him from my lips. “Am I doin’ good?” I asked with a slight whine. “You like making me your bitch?”
“Are you being a brat right now?” He narrowed his eyes. “You want me to be nasty to you?”
“I want you to tell me what a good cocksucker I am,” I said, lightly suckling on his tip to make him squirm.
He leaned forward and gripped the nape of my neck since he couldn’t very well pull my hair. “Then get to it, slut.”
It sent lightning through me to hear him talk like that. Made me think of last night and the game that we played. If we joined a frat, would initiation look something like this, or was it a myth?
That didn’t mean anything to Brayden right now—he grunted through each thrust while he face-fucked me. “You are such a good boy, Cody.”
Fuck. I felt a jolt in my belly when he said that one. It radiated through my dick like I had to take a piss.
He released my loose skin in favor of running his hand over my scalp. “Everybody’s pretty with a cock in their mouth. Looks like it was made for you.”
The same sensation dashed through me, making me moan without thinking. My body meant nothing. I was practically a tube with two holes, one on each end. And I wanted him deep enough to imprint my very soul. His balls tightened under my hand, and I remembered the magic trick he’d done on me, so I wetted my middle finger and rubbed a tight circle over his tight ring, teasing it to relax.
“Yes…more of that.” Brayden shifted his hips back to open up more.
I pushed into his asshole, being careful not to scratch him, and was welcomed to a tight, hot space not too unlike my own. But I didn’t care about what I felt like—this was all for him. I stopped sucking to watch his face while I pressed my finger forward.
He went back to biting his lip and panting. His cock spurted another dose of precum, which now trailed over the edge.
“That the right spot?” I asked, grateful I had enough strength to keep going despite my awkward position.
Brayden shuddered through a nod. “Holy fuck.”
“Good.” I slobbered over his dick again, bringing him to the back of my throat with ease this time. His spongy head made a home on my tongue and twitched as I sucked in.
He was getting sensitive. His asshole squeezed my finger and his hips rocked, probably without thinking. This time, he must’ve thought the same thing I did and wasn’t concerned about coming too fast. We had time to regroup.
“Oh, fuck.” His breath changed. Speeding up, then holding for a few seconds. “Cody, I—”
“Mmhmm.” I worked faster, adding another finger in his ass for good measure.
Give it to me. Where’s my prize?
He fumbled over my head, clearly frustrated by my lack of hair and settled for massaging the back of my neck in slow waves. “Good boy. Don’t stop.”
Stop? There was no such thing. There was only my obedience. My own body was numb from excitement and a quick pulse. I had no control.
He tasted amazing. His precum was nectar that filled my belly. His musk filled my nostrils alongside the sharp scent of his clean ass. His thick bush cushioned me against his pelvic bone when he thrusted.
The time came as expected. He flexed his belly and gripped my shoulder tight. “Oh, my god.”
I wanted it. Needed it. Stopped moving so his seed would pour down my throat.
He pulsated in a predictable rhythm, flooding my mouth with salty and sweet while he growled and deflated. Even his ass throbbed. Six, seven ropes sent my brain reeling. I did this. I pleased him. His hot cum is in me…
I moaned in a long exhale, letting loose more than my own nerves and satisfaction. I came without thinking, shooting my load on the towel below and some on my own thighs. It was so hot to know the power I had in my hands just as much to know the power he had over me. I kept him in my mouth until he hissed with sensitivity.
“Alright. You’re…shit…an amazing cocksucker, Cody. Holy fuck.” He flushed deep maroon and new sweat beads erupted all over him. “Keep this up and I might just have to move in for the summer.”
I chuckled. “Now there’s a thought.”
He pulled me closer to straddle him fully. “Should I do the same for you?”
“No need. Look.” I trailed my index finger through the splash of white on my thighs and licked it off while cooing. “You tasted so good, I couldn’t handle it.”
“You came while sucking me off?”
I nodded, keeping my fingers in my mouth.
He grabbed my ass in one hand before slapping it. “I didn’t give you permission to do that.”
It was my fantasy playing out without trying. “I’m not sorry.”
“Oh, you will be.” He shoved me backward and lifted my legs so my ankles were by his ears. A quick glance down and he furrowed his brow. “What’s this?” He tapped on the flat base of the plug in my ass, sending thumps through me until I shuddered.
“A placeholder.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Brayden pushed his forehead against mine. “I’m gonna get a drink. Then we’re gonna see how much you can take.”
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