I took off my shirt and pants as soon as I got home. My boxers were filled with sperm and Jada's sperm and it made me uncomfortable the whole time I had to walk home. Her expensive perform were all over my body. I knew there were kisses scattered to my neck to my collarbones. She wanted to mark me as hers but I told her harshly that I'm no one's and you're number twenty two. Of course, I earned a slapped, but she asked something that made my froze. "Why did the condom break?"
It was the first time I actually stayed in a girl's house after sex and we talked about what will happened if Jada got pregnant. She told me some shocking news.
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"You're not the first boy I had sex with," she said truthfully. "And I'm not thot or slut. I only act like this to keep my feelings away. I guessed it didn't work since the condom broke."
"What do you think we should do?" I asked as I bit my bottom lip.
Jada placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and rubbed it. "It's okay if you don't want the baby. I'll take care of him or her."
I furrowed my eyebrows and let my jaw dropped. "You're only sixteen! Why are you so calm about this?"
"I'm not," Jada whispered. "I'm so fucking scared. I hope I don't get pregnant but if I do, I'll be the best mother and father. I'll love her or home to death and I sure as hell won't let my daughter or son make the same mistake we did."
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When we were gonna get a bit deeper, Jada's mother came inside as saw us kissing. It was nothing special. Just a few biting and moaning and groaning but no passion or love, just plain lust. And that's how I like it. I told Jada I would call her tomorrow and get some rest. I checked my phone and saw a message.
Sorry for slapping you.
I chuckled and typed, none taken. I'm used to it.
I was slightly puzzled why I cared for Jada than the other girls I've slept with. Maybe it was because I could possibly be a father and my dad told me not to get s girl pregnant and now I have to face the consequences of being a dad for the rest of my life.
It scared me shit less yet I felt like it was all Jada's fault for being too rough on me. It was her fault breaking the damn condom. But it was my fault too for not being careful.
I took large steps to get to my room quickly. I opened the door and saw Oakley staring at the window and softly singing to a song that I listened to when I was sad. I listened to it when my mother died. Oakley didn't noticed I appeared since the song was blasting through the walls. I threw the dirty pants and shirt in the hamper and watched as Oakley's baby blue eyes stare at the luminous moon.
Where are you now that need ya?
I slowly wrapped my arms around Oakley's neck and out my elbows on his shoulders. I leaned my chin on shoulder and tilted my head to see him staring into my eyes.
"Where were you ?" I almost froze at his question but answered.
"I was out," I simply responded. Oakley wouldn't ask me what Justin Bieber was singing. It almost crushed my heart to see his eyes dull.
"Where's Curtis?" I asked.
"He went outside."
I hummed and nuzzled my nose onto Oakley's neck. Oakley tensed and he slightly pushed me off.
"Tate, what are you doing? We can't do this," he said sternly but I saw the blush on his cheeks. He was getting flustered and shy.
"Do what? I can't hug you?" I said playfully and kissed his neck softly. Oakley gasped and roughly pushed me away. I stumbled back a bit, in disbelief at what just happened. When the hell did he get so strong?
"I earn an apology, Tate. What you said was hurtful and it made re-think why we are friends. Friends shouldn't hurt one another, friends shouldn't bring them down and tell them it was their fault their mother died. I stood by her side and told her everyday I loved her from the moment I saw her. And you think I'm putting up an act? Well screw you, Tate!"
Oakley pushed me away again but I caught his wrists this time and slammed him into my body. He stared up into my eyes and for some odd reason, I felt like kissing him. Not because he was a boy but seeing him furious turned me on and I still wanted to have sex.
I curled the back of his silver hair and moved his head closer to mine, capturing his lips. Oakley gasped and I easily slipped my tongue in his, my other hand squeezing his wrist tightly so he won't push me away again.
Now I'm all alone and my joys turned to moping,
Because you decided to let me hold your heart when you knew I would break it.
My kisses were never ever soft because the girls I slept with liked things rough. No questions ran through my head other than having been Oakley in my bed and ride him raw.
He pulled away and shook his head, his small lips swollen and bruised due to me biting them a lot. As he was taking deep breaths, my lips and teeth attacked his neck.
The song was still blasting, Oakely's moans and groans were getting louder, and the sound of ripping his shirt and pants caused me to throw him on the bed and stare at him. His silver hair was disheveled, his ears, cheeks, and neck were bloody red, and hickeys were around his neck and collarbones. He looked dazed, like he was in another planet. When I slowly laid on top of him, I grind out hips together, causing Oakley to moan, and my hands above his head.
"Tate...what are we doing?" He whispered nervously.
I smirked and kissed his cheek. "What do you know about sex?"
His eyes popped out of his sockets and he was stuttering mess. "I-I-well-well-I-never-"
I chuckled and my smirk widened. He looked like a virgin too so virgins were shy yet dirty minded too. The innocent role play was good for sex but in reality it was just stupid.
"I saw a couple have sex in a cemetery, a boy and a girl. I'm not sure if a boy and a boy could do it? Wouldn't it hurt...?" Oakley questioned.
I was getting a bit annoyed of his questions but decided to answer some because he was a virgin and I couldn't simply take his virginity so quickly. Plus, he was the first boy I ever had sex with.
"I only had sex with girls and they said it hurts but feels like a roller coaster that goes fast in different directions, if you catch my drift," I said and winked. Oakley blushed hard. I kissed his cheek and he instantly relaxed.
"Before we start, I'm not going to go easy. I hope you can take the pain. Can you?" I asked and slowly trailed my hand down his boxers.
He took a sharp breath when my palm landed on his private part. "Yes Tate."
"Good."
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I dig my nails inside his waist, slamming him back down and groaning when I saw stars. He was basically riding the hell outta me. Oakley was a moaning machine who begged for more and more and I gave him what he needed.
He put his head back and dragged his nails down my chest. I picked him up again and slammed down, moaning when I felt him clench me. I leaned up so my back was on the bed board and he was sitting in front of me.
"Turn around," I demanded. He did exactly I said and I spread my legs only to have him slam into me.
"Shit," I hissed. I pulled his hair back, his head leaning on shoulder as I pound into him. My other hand was on his throat and my lips kissing his neck. My hands were all over him as he whimpered and cried out of pleasure. I grunted when I felt my abdomen tightened.
"Tate," he moaned.
"Fuck Oakley," I growled and started to jerk him off. I guessed he couldn't handle the pleasure anymore because he came and slumped onto me. He was burning hot, almost like a fever, but I knew he was like that because of the extreme heat and intensity in my room. I could make anyone hot and bothered and Oakley was not different. I pulled out of him and laid on the right side of my bed.
I felt Oakley's arms wrapped around my waist and I wanted to shrug him off when he whispered, "You're forgiven."
I felt Oakley's soft breathing on my neck and the song replayed its words.
I need you the, I need you, I need you the, I need you, I need you the most...
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Um I know what you're thinking...GAmer wrote a sex scene?!?! Yes and I don't know I feel about it? I asked my friend ultraviolet_light and she thought it was freaking amazing. I don't knew, I'm surprised too. I just hope it was decent because it's just a minor sex scene, nothing too huge and nothing too nasty, like a good nasty, I guess, I don't know Ill shut up. Also, I dedicate this chapter to Dany1908 because she's amazing and I love her stories and I hope she would UPDATE MORE BECAUSE IM DYING HERE. *dies but comes back to life* Anyway, I've gotten better so I was able to write the chapter, yay! More will come! Questions of the chapter:
Why do you think Oakley let Tate do whatever he wanted to do with him?
What do you think of a Father!Tate?
What do do you think about Jada's decision?
Fun Fact: I don't actually have a character for Jada since she wasn't supposed to be a huge effect on Tate but I guess I'll add her in.
Another fun fact: Oakley and Tate weren't supposed to have sex until the middle of the story.
#interracialcouplesrules
#stayalive
#gayisokay
#Takley or Oakate