Split me into two and choose which you prefer of me. See I prayed to God that when I die I would resurrect as someone spiteful enough to hate you again.
-Alexander
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4
Days until summer
Monday, May 26
8:00am
Kings College: Political Science
"Denial"
I often found myself drowning in to the music of my earphones during class. Whatever the professor seemed to be talking about didn't mean as much as it usually did anymore.
Nothing really meant as much as it did anymore.
I often found myself sinking into an abyss of what have I gotten myself into.
I'm confused about what exactly has been happening over the past month. It escalated very quickly and I couldn't catch a grip on to reality. Every day was a new problem or red flag that I ignored.
Sometimes I wish that I never would've allowed myself to let my guard down. I wish that I never saw him at that damn coffee shop. I wish he never knew I fucking existed.
It had been an hour since class has started and we still had another half hour to go.
I couldn't concentrate.
I grabbed my bookbag and laptop. Without asking I pushed my seat back and said my 'excuse me's' down the row until I walked up the steps of the lecture hall and out the door.
The light of the sun blinded me as I walked to the East Wing Cafe to grab some lunch. The wind blew through my hair lightly as each stranded went there own way. I placed my shades over my eyes and took in the sweet breeze of New York.
It was days like this that I felt a sort of freedom that only came every once in a lifetime.
A smile crept up on my face as I met John at our usual table in the corner of the cafe. It's usual dimly lit atmosphere gave a sense of familiarity. I assumed John heard the bell that indicated that a customer has entered the establishment by the way he turned around the face the door.
Once he saw me he smiled and waved brightly.
He always had the most gorgeous smile.
I walked over to the table where we always sat and sat on the opposite side of John. Scooting into the farthest side of the booth I swung my legs on the seat as well so I was facing sideways.
After I settled in I pushed my glasses up on top of my head and turned my head to face John. "What's cooking good-looking?"
He laughed and shook his head. "What's got you so flirty today? I rarely get a compliment from you?"
"I feel good today, like nothing can bring me down. Plus I can't compliment my sexy best friend?"
"Okay where's Alexander and what did you do to him." John looked at me worriedly. He honestly thought something was wrong with me.
I sat up straight and faced him fully. I couldn't help but smile because... well I just felt damn good. "I'm right here John. Nothing is wrong with me I promise. I have no fucking idea but I just feel amazing and you look amazing. My goodness you look so sexy."
I leaned across the table and pulled the rubber band out of his hair as I bite my lip. I knew what I was doing. He was looking into my eyes as I did this. Thomas once told me that I could use my eyes to get anything I wanted. He said that they were the most powerfully seductive things on the universe.
Thomas....
John.....
Focus on John.
I sat back down in my seat slowly still eyeing John. He held his end of the intense stare and licked his lips seductively. He broke the stare and turned a shade of crimson on his cheeks.
"What's wrong? Cat's got ya tongue?"
He was flustered by my response. He was about to say something but he stopped. He was looking at something behind me. He looked at me with pitiful sorrow in his eyes. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned my body around to see what he was looking at.
Thomas sat at one of the middle tables laughing with a girl. She was lovely.
I was never able to make him smile like that. Laugh like that. Blush like that. I could feel their essence from across the room. It was something Godly. He held her hand and rubbed on her thigh.
I don't know what it is about her that has him trapped in her cage. But if she's willing to love you...God bless you. You lucky boy.
I never needed Thomas. He was nothing but a toy that got old after a while.
All those times I said that I loved Thomas was a complete and utter lie. Who could love a man such as he.
Never again will I justify the way he has stabbed me in the back because of the way he was holding the knife.
I'm perfectly fine without you.
I turned back around in my seat and forced a smile.
"You okay?" John asked me.
I shook my head and winked at him.
"I'm good baby. How about we get out of here and so something fun. Something I'm sure you'll enjoy." I bite my lip and scooted out of the booth.
Not Thomas.
Focus on John.
Focus on the Distraction.
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Warning Extreme Smut🙄
The spot on John's boxers was huge and gooey and Alex couldn't help but let a moan escape his lips as he worked John's cock through his soaked boxers. "Mmmmmmmmmm." Then, without prompting, he reached around, inside the waistband of John's boxers, and found his hole with his slicked finger.
"OH FUCK!" The freckled boy gasped, pushing back into Alex's finger.
Pushing his finger into John's TIGHT pucker, John flinched. Alex laughed and kissed John - his turn now. "If you are this sensitive to my finger . . . " he smirked at John.
In answer, John pushed back again. "DO IT!" he growled.
Alex did, slipping his long middle finger into that tight, hot ring and gently rubbing just inside. John groaned and then moaned as Alex's finger worked him slowly, lovingly. When Alex gently pulled out of the slicked entry, John whined. "Just restocking, babe," Alex told him, his hand now around inside the side of John's boxers. When he gripped John's precum-slimy head, John gasped again, another glob of precum coming into Alex's hand. "Oh, yeah, just like that. Like a dispenser!"
He had his finger back at John's butt and stretched his fingers all the way to John's taint and then rubbed three gooey fingers all the way up, pressing into and then over John's pucker and up beyond, slicking him good with all the output Alex had harvested from John's flowing tap. John was moaning long and low,
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." When Alex's finger went back to John's opening, it found John wanting it and again thrusting back. This time we went to his second knuckle easily, John's gasp fully of pleasure.
John gyrated on Alex's finger, fucking himself, demanding more. Alexander gripped John's rock-hard jock ass, his finger inside, like gripping a bowling ball. John went to protest, but Alex stopped him. "Let's get comfortable," he told John softly, but he didn't let go of his impaling grip. Before he let John loose, he went in for another kiss
Alex pushed a bit farther, tapped John's prostate. "HOLY FUCK!" John cried out, his whole body having jerked. PUSHING back, trying to get Alex to do it again, he demanded it. "DO THAT AGAIN!"
Laughing, Alex kissed John's neck, and as his teeth found skin, he tapped John's p-spot again, feeling the jerk, hearing the gasp. "Just a preview, stud," he whispered, licking up John's s neck and kissing his earlobe. "Now get on the bed." He pulled his finger out, to a whimper from John. "And lose the boxers."
John, freed reluctantly, got out of his soaked boxers and clambered back onto the bed. Alex shucked his sneakers, jeans, now equally soaked with precum, boxer-briefs, even more soaked. After pulling off his gym socks he finally stood, facing John on the bed. The eager stud was on his back, knees pulled up to his chest, held back and wide open by his hands, his slicked hole and crack catching the bedroom light. "OH MAN!" Alex exclaimed, unconsciously licking his lips.
Looking at Alex, John saw his cock drip a glob of precum as Alex ogled him. Alex's cock was rock-hard, long, a bit over average thickness, huge-looking head, all slick and dripping. And Alex's big swinging nuts hanging there, ready to pump his seed into John. "I want it, Alex. I want you. Now!" John rasped. "Please . . . just fuck me . . . now!"
"John, we need to-"
"I FUCKING WANT IT NOW! I CAN TAKE IT!!!" John yelled. "GET UP HERE AND MOUNT ME," he ordered.
Alex was caught between the flash of heat blasting through him and his amusement. As he grabbled lube and condoms from the drawer by the bed, briefly hoping John's big condoms wouldn't balloon on his less-thick cock, John ordered, "Condom only. Use my lube. And if there isn't enough, add yours."
Alex dropped the lube and climbed onto the bed, kneeling, looking down at John's ripped torso over his jacked legs. As Alex ripped the condom package open in his teeth and spit the torn piece off the bed, John met his gaze - full of need - and said, "Just take me, Alex. I NEED you inside me, to be a part of me."
"We're not going to do anything that isn't safe, Alex. No way. So you'd better make sure you've got plenty of lube you're producing there." Alex's grin was wicked, and as he looked down he saw a puddle of pre on Alex's abs already. "Mmmmmm," he said, swiping a handful, "Good boy!"
Working the slick over his sheathed cock and then re-lubing John's hole, he managed two fingers, to a grimace from John, but when he scissored his fingers inside and tickled John's p-spot again, John was writhing and begging and fucking back onto his fingers. "OH JESUS ALEX! GIMME IT!"
Alex lined himself up at John's entry, knowing that two fingers hadn't prepared John, but also seeing John straining to push into him. "Relax, breathe, and push out as I push in," he told John.
John's look was perplexed at the last, counterintuitive to him, as it was to every man learning to take the intrusion of a hardon in his ass. But John relaxed his body noticeably, forced his breathing to be deep and rhythmic. Alex pushed into him, and he saw John grimace, but also felt him pushing out, and Alex's cock pushed harder, finally popping inside, to a gasp from John. "FUCK!" he panted. "Gimme a minute."
"Relax, babe," Alex cooed down to him, causing John to smile wide when he called him babe. John gasped, and his face contorted, but Alex could feel that he didn't fight it.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!"
Alex carefully adjusted position to push past John's's prostate when he found it, but John's wild jerk made it difficult. "OH FUCK YEAH!" John cried. Alex just smiled, watching his best friend take his cock, his eyes boring into Alex's as he took him.
When Alex bottomed out, John's face was awash with pleasure, despite his panting and gasps as he worked to control his breathing. "How do you feel?" Alex asked.
John smiled and settled first one ankle and then the other onto Alex's shoulders. As Alex turned to the side and kissed first one of John's massive hobbit-feet and then the other, John's words wafted up, not strained, just contented. "Like the love of my life and I are mated - like the man I love is about to fuck me - like the man I love is about to make a real man out of me."
Alex's stomach tightened, and the wave of guilt that threatened to make him choke up was quickly intercepted and pushed behind Alex's renewed flash of heat, coming from John's tight hot cunt-grip on his fully-buried cock. Alex pulled back a couple of inches then pushed in again, gently, eliciting a long moan from John. Emboldened, he pulled out a few more, then THRUST back in that time, causing John to gasp. "OH FUCK YES!" When Alex pulled out then he SLAMMED back in, knocked John's prostate HARD, causing John to cry out, "OH GOD YES!" That was the last of Alex's restraint.
The sheets became stick with their cum as Alex fell back on to the bed. Beside him he felt John the bed lower and soft snores. John was sleep. Leaving Alex to think to himself.
As usual only one person came into his mind.
Forever he thought.
He said he would wait forever.
So there is my face reveal up there WOO WOO
I know it's been a little. Don't hate me. I hope you like the Smut😘.
I want some comments on Alex now
Love y'all..