Greg's POV:
It had been almost four months. We'd kissed so many times and touched one another like lovers do. So many times I had asked my sweet Connor for more and he had lightly refused and simply said, "Another time maybe." I wanted to wait for him. I wanted to be the one to take his virginity and in return give him mine. I knew that I would be able to make him give in eventually. If only he had given into me before this day...
Now, at long last I finally got what I truly desired. Sex.
He had ushered me into his room. A wreckage. Once the clothes were thorn off from each of our bodies I bared down at his form. He didn't leave me much time to change my mind as he strenuously shoved me onto the bed and struck my face with his palm. "Top or bottom?" he asked, whispering gratingly as if he had done it a thousand times before. With little thought, I had decided. Bottom. That way he couldn't judge the faces in which I was pulling, that and I could hold onto the bars of the headboard if I felt weak. "Bottom," I responded looking down between my legs trying to avoid the guilt that would build if I thought about what I was doing for too long.
Without word, he flipped me onto my stomach and pushed me violently up the bed, causing a whimper to splurge from my lips as his hands groped my body in a foreign manner. It was new. It was different. It was exotic. I was about to have myself torn in two, which meant that I had already started to sweat buckets – enough to fill the Nile. Looking over my shoulder to the side table I saw half a dozen boxes –packed to the brim of essentials, his arm reached over as he took the first box and pulled it to his chest. Damn he was prepared.
I continued to look down at the sheets thinking about how long I had had to wait for Connor. How I had given in... "Are you ready?" he asked in a low gnarly voice. I replied, "Just do it already". A heavy pant fell from my jaw as his chuckle launched its way into me.
He started drilling against me as if I was just some object.
Replacing it with something much larger and filled with flaming blood which wasn't as easy to get in at first. His hot body draped over mine like a ripped and tattered cloth.
It was hard to believe that the backward shitting was actually his 'mini me'. I loved the feeling. It made the hunger for sex invite my moans to whistle in the sheets beneath me.
Why had I waited so long to get this when it felt so amazing? Keeping my head down, the salvia frothing at my mouth as I grunted from the bleeding mixture of pleasure and pain. Neither were disappointing.
The waiting for what is known as the 'most enjoyable act' anyone can perform was truly magnificent.
In unison we were moving, his body in mine. Back and forth like swinging vines, his beast claws clutched to my sides. For what seemed ages we continued this motion. About ten minutes in, he collapsed onto me and like a baby koala bear, had his arms around my torso and it made me smile. I loved when Connor hugged me like that, that's why it made me smile. "Damn dude, you're hot," he let out through heated pants. I nodded but then realised that he wouldn't notice, "yeah I, ugh I know".
Another few minutes. Getting back to his knees his pace quickened. "Arh!" I screamed.
Though we were having sexual intimacy, and had been for at least 10 minutes he was still plunged full of energy. Gasping, I dropped my head to see that he had grabbed me. The shock was real, I hadn't expected him to touch that, Connor never before showed interest in it.
When the time came I was tossed forward like a piece of litter.
Slowly I turned to my front and covered my eyes. It had felt great at the time. But not now, I was starting to feel bad for not having waited until Connor was ready. It was still the first time so it was painful.
We had been there in his room for just over twenty at this point.
"Oh Connor," I murmured licking at the moisture composing on my lips as I thought about the feeling.
"Not you as well," he grunted irritably.
Taking myself from him, I sat wiping away the sweat that had gathered on my forehead, "I'm sorry it's just-"
"Gwen says his name during sex too." He huffed in annoyance.
I sat up realising that our play time was over. Tightening myself uncomfortably, "I should go," I muttered. Standing from the bed covering my junk, even though he had already seen it. "You didn't think that it would be that easy did you?" his deep howl chomping down at me. Ignoring the cold shiver this animal sent me I bent down to my clothes. "Did you not hear me Greg? This isn't just a one night stand!" he forced the clothes from my hand as he pinned me to the floor. I gulped, "But- but you agreed when I said 'no strings attached'." A bite of the lip, followed by a shake my eyes rocketed at his, "But Travis you said-"
"I lied" He, Travis Bullington snarled.
No...
I just stared at him. Regretting everything that had just happened.
I'd been at the club trying to find a one night stand. He was the only offer I got. I was desperate! I couldn't wait any longer! Connor wouldn't do it. I was going to wait but I have my needs and it wasn't as if we went out!
Surely a one off would be okay?
Maybe it would? But not with Travis of all people...
"I think that I need to send these to your boyfriend," he grinned whipping out his phone and taking a selfie of us – exposing the nature of our meeting. Smiling at me, he then swiped the screen to show pictures from positions which we were in before. All five photos had a clear shot of my face.
"We don't go out," I told him, feeling guilty. Connor and I did what couples do, we just didn't refer to one another as boyfriends. "Not really."
As if I wasn't aware already, "You just cheated on Connor with me. The one person he can't stand." He explained rudely.
I tried to shove it off, "I didn't mean to! I was desperate for this. I wanted a one night stand with someone I didn't know and it-"
He threw my boxers at my face, "It just happened to be little old me!"
I used them to wipe the stream my blistered eyes, looking up at him the poorly lit room making my Connor's foot print visible on his face.
"This isn't going to go well for you if people find out," straightening he stared me in the eye, "Here's the deal. You don't tell Connor about our little session and instead you make sure that he knows that you two are official, hell propose to the cunt if you have too. Both you and I know fully well that if you come clean about this and tell him, that he is never going to speak to you again because he will be disgusted and appalled at you and your actions."
I blinked hard. Travis took three exaggerated breaths, "You don't want that do you?"
I shook my head. His paw captured my chin and forced my head forward, "Sorry what was that?" he asked in a mocking tone, "and I didn't quite hear what you said. Now I'll ask you again for your sake. You don't want Connor to hate you and never, ever speak to you again do you?"
"No!" I stammered.
He loosened his grip. "If he finds out, he is just going to go back to my Gwen and take her from me. I won't allow that. Oh and another thing Greg sweetie, if you tell him anything about this, these pictures get sent to your parents and to grandparents." My eyes widen, if they knew then I would be such a disappointment and they would disown me, cast me out for society to mock. My parents had only just came to accept me for being gay. My grandparents had only one grandchild. Me, if they knew that I had a one night stand they would hate me for life. It would ruin me for the rest of my life...
He stroked my face, "I don't want that! Neither do you. Look at you! A mommy's boy since birth, teacher's pet. Always cast away from blame because you're such a good boy. You always did what was expected of you and never did ANYTHING bad. Right Greg? If you don't propose then he'll-"
"You're blackmailing me!"
"it's fun isn't it?" he snarled standing on his feet,
"I take it back! I wish I hadn't given into you!" I screamed as tears streamed down from my face. I sat up shoving back on my tee shirt.
"Funny that, it's exactly what Gwen said to me."
He leaned over me, "so then buddy, what's it gonna be?"
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