All American Boys
Chapter 29: Gardens of Gomorrah
Cyril slung me over his back, his strong arms supporting my thighs as he piggybacked me upstairs. He was a football player after all. I could smell his shampoo as his soft hair brushed against my face.
When we reached his bedroom, he gently placed me down on his fluffy bed.
"You want anything in particular?" my boyfriend asked, as he walked over to the records player placed on the sideboard.
I just craned my neck to look at his vinyl collection arranged neatly on the shelf beside it. It seemed extensive, but I wasn't going to go over there to check it out. Truth be told, I couldn't be bothered too much. But it was nice that he asked.
"I'm fine with whatever," I told him.
My boyfriend seemed to take his time picking out the music from the rows of records, but eventually he settled on one. Lou Reed. A safe choice I guess
I was about to take off my shirt, when he nearly sprinted to the other end of the room where the cabinets were.
"Wait!" he called out as he flung the door open, looking for something. "Not just yet."
He was fretting, and it was rather obvious. It was kinda cute, if I was being really honest. I couldn't blame him. After all, I was the one who had told him our first time had to be special, and for me to suddenly call in the middle of the night and now suddenly we were about to do it? If I were the poor boy I would be nervous too.
Taking out a few red candles he placed a couple of them by the bedside, while he scattered a few others across the room. Like a bee buzzing from flower to flower, he lit the candles up one by one and soon the entire room was filled by the faint scent of roses.
"So," he turned around, flashing me a smirk as he unbuttoned his shirt. "What did you have in mind?"
His voice was low and flirtatious, but I could tell that it was all a farce to hide how nervous he was. It was his first time with me after all. As well as his first time with a guy.
He slipped shirt off, revealing his toned torso and his well-trained chest. He had a small silver crucifix necklace, the cross resting over his heart. He never took it off.
"You know," I said, maintaining eye contact as he approached, getting nearer to me with every step. "I was thinking we could start with some kissing. . . some cuddling."
Cyril still maintained his aura of confidence as he neared me, but that pretence soon broke the moment our lips met. He had gently pushed me down against the bed and pulled my shirt off, before moving for my lips. As we kissed, I felt him being more unsure of himself, compared to our more passionate kisses earlier downstairs.
"Who am I kidding," he sighed after we finally let go. "I don't know what I'm doing."
"Why?" I asked, as the both of us sat back up. "I think you did pretty okay."
"Yeah," Cyril sighed. "Pretty okay."
"Well, I didn't mean it in a bad way," I tried to comfort him, putting a hand on his bare shoulder.
"I've did it with girls before but with you. . ." he muttered as he fidgeted with his fingers. "It's different. I mean, the other day at the party I thought it would be easy but now that I've given some thought into it. . . It's kinda frightening."
The young man trailed off with a nervous chuckle.
I supposed Cyril wanted me to take the lead, but I wouldn't complain. In fact, if I were to be honest, I was a bit afraid of the fact that he wanted to top me. I mean, if that was what he wanted, but I've always been more dominant. Besides, I was somewhat used to Isaac whimpering helplessly underneath me. It had certainly been a while since I felt that carnal desire stirring within, as I pinned the boy down. I missed that feeling.
"You don't have anything to be worried about," I said, nuzzling against his neck. "I'll be gentle."
Cyril recipocrated, landing a gentle kiss on my cheek.
"I'm worried that it hurts," he muttered.
I closed in and gently nibbled his ear.
"Well, do you remember the first time you ever did it?" I asked, caressing his cheek. "With your ex-girlfriend?"
"Yeah?" Cyril asked, wide-eyed.
"How do you think she felt when you did it for the first time?" I said. "She turned out alright didn't she?"
That seemed to have helped calm the boy down a little.
"I guess you're right," my boyfriend replied, relaxing a bit. "And. . . She did seem to enjoy it."
"See?" I assured him. "You're going to be fine."
"Right," he said, as I realigned myself, clamboring over him. "I trust you."
"And I'm glad you do," I replied, landing a kiss on his lips.
Our tongues met as our lips touched, as I pushed mine in to explore his mouth. I felt him give in to me, his shoulders falling as he relaxed and eased into submission. I felt his muffled moans as my hands made their way down his chest, my fingers playing with his nipple.
As I finally pulled my lips away, I placed my hands on his shoulder, gently cradling him until he was on his back. He was underneath me, looking up at me with his hazel eyes.
A shrill moan escaped his lips as I sucked on the tender skin on his neck, as my hands slipped underneath his boxers. He was getting hard, and I felt his growing erection in my hand. I teased it for a bit as my lips started planting kisses down to his collarbone. Soon enough, I had pulled his pants down to his toned, muscular thighs, revealing his erect penis. He had already begun to drip from his tip.
I leaned down, licking up and down his shaft as my fingers played with his balls. He groaned as I worked his penis, getting it ready for me to play with it.
When I looked up, he seemed to be trying to hide his blushing cheeks with his hand. It was adorable.
"This is really embarassing," he muttered, when we finally made eye contact.
"There's nothing to be ashamed about," I said. "And besides, you look really cute right now."
For a while his cheeks turned even brighter, but it helped him relax I suppose, as he finally put his hands to the side.
I kept on teasing him, landing kisses up and down his erection, and making him think I was about to wrap his lips around his head for a few times, but each time I opened my mouth, I'd go back to licking and planting kisses on his shaft.
It was driving him crazy.
"Please," he said, his voice soft and yearning. "Suck me off."
"Well," I said, nuzzling against his groin. "Since you asked so nicely."
Slowly, I wrapped my lips around his glans. He let out a sigh as I worked my way down his erection – I had him whole in my mouth. He tasted salty as my tongue lapped away at his head.
"Ah, Alex," he moaned, rocking his head back "That feels. . . amazing."
I sucked him hard, bobbing my head up and down. Cyril seemed to be lost in pleasure as I worked his penis. He almost seemed a bit disappointed when I finally got back up, leaving his erection wet with my saliva, as the young man panted heavily, his chest rising up and down.
I had already gotten hard, and I had waited for some action for some time now.
"It's my turn," I told him. "You can't be the only one having all the fun."
"Oh, right," he muttered. "Right! Sorry. I, uh, got too ahead of myself."
He started to get up, but I gently jabbed my finger on his bare chest.
"Now, now," I told him, smirking down on him as I stripped off my sweatpants and boxers. "You just stay there."
"Oh, um," he replied. "Okay."
I clambored over him, kneeling over his head. Grabbing my erection, I prodded it against his pretty face, slapping his cheek with it. He only looked at me, blinking. He was probably a bit confused about what to do, but I didn't leave him pondering for long.
Propping his chin up, I slowly lowered myself inside his mouth. I could hear him splutter and gag at first, but he got used to it. I remembered that I was supposed to be gentle, so I stopped myself from going too fast or deep. As much as I just wanted to mercilessly pound his throat, I didn't want to hurt him. I shouldn't lose control.
He was a bit sloppy, but that was fine. It was his first time after all. He never sucked anyone before. He tried to suck and use a bit of tongue, but it was fine I guess. I felt his teeth occasionally grind against my shaft, but I just ignorea it. I let out a moan to make him feel like he was doing something right.
After a few minutes of what was a less-than-adequate blow job, I slowly pulled away from him, before landing a kiss on his lips.
It was finally my time to break him in. I promised I'd be gentle, but at least it would be pleasurable for me. He was going to be tight. I couldn't wait for it.
"You ready to try it?" I asked as I stepped off from him.
"Yeah," he muttered, nodding slightly.
We eventually settled on getting him on all fours – he had asked me which position was the easiest. I told him we'd do that first and we'd move on to other positions when he got more comfortable. I made him stick his ass out for me, which I lathered up generously with the lube that he had taken out from his bedside table. I decided to warm him up by fingering him. I traced my index finger right around his hole, his anus squinting as I did so.
"I'm going to stick my finger in," I told him. "To warm you up."
After he gave me a grunt in response, I slowly prodded my finger inside him. He was warm and tight, but he didn't make too much noise.
"It feels funny," he said, chuckling nervously as I left my finger inside him to let him get used to it.
I stretched his hole further with another finger inside. When he got used to it, I started to move, causing him to let out a whimpered sigh.
"You doing good?" I asked, checking in with him just to make sure he was alright.
"Yeah," he panted, and with that cue I continued to move my fingers in and out of his anus.
Once I felt he was ready, I applied some of the lube onto my penis as well, and positioned myself right at his entrance, my tip barely touching his tight, pink hole.
Cradling his hips with my palms, I slowly pushed inside.
"Ah!" the young man cried out as my head slipped inside him.
I felt his sphincter struggle to open up, but I kept on pushing, slowly but steadily I forced him to open up. His breathing was heavy, and his palms clung onto the sheets underneath. Once again, I gave him some time to get used to it. Meanwhile, I reached down and planted some kisses down his bare back. He looked really pretty, so pristine from behind without any clothes on. His supple, pale skin seemed to beg me to leave some marks on them. And that's exactly what I did. I couldn't tell whether the moans were from me penetrating him or giving him hickeys.
With one final thrust, I was fully inside him.
"Jesus!" he cried out. "It hurts."
"It's supposed to," I replied, as I slowly began to move inside him.
He let out another sigh, but I was beginning to grow rather impatient. Something felt missing. Again, those carnal desires within me stirred a storm, and I felt my nails digging into the flesh of his ass. I couldn't hold myself back anymore.
I thrusted hard, pounding his tight ass. I tilted my head up as I closed my eyes.
"It hurts!" he moaned. "S-Slow down!"
His shrill screams of pain were music to my ears. I enjoyed hurting him. He begged me to stop, but I didn't listen. In that brief escapade I didn't care how he felt. I didn't care how anybody else felt. My own pleasure was of most importance. And my pleasure stemmed from making boys scream in agony.
But of course, it only lasted for a few seconds, and I didn't let myself get lost in ecstasy. Just a few seconds was enough for now.
"Alex!" he screamed in pain as he tried to reach behind him. "You're hurting me! You're hurting me!"
I immediately slowed down.
"Babe, I'm so sorry," I apologised, leaning down and planting a gentle kiss on his cheek. "I got too carried away."
"It's fine," he muttered underneath his breath. "Just don't go so hard on me."
He turned to look at me. His eyes were teary. I must've hurt him. Must've put him in a lot of pain. Deep inside, I couldn't help but feel satisfied. It would have to do for now. Perhaps one day, I'd be able to get even rougher with him, and for a longer time. But for now, I had to settle with this.
As for now, I would just have to keep my twisted, sadistic desires in check.
Because Isaac was no longer an option. With Isaac, I could choke him and slam him hard and make him cry. With Isaac, I could slap him and hurt him and yank his hair. With Isaac, I could stuff my fingers in his mouth and call him a worthless little slut. But Cyril wasn't Isaac.
The sex was alright. For the most part, I went gentle with him the rest of the time, stroking his back as lovingly as I was able to make it out to be and giving him kisses. We finished off with Cyril riding me, and he spilled his semen, moaning, all over my torso. He was too tired to continue any further, so I left him there in the bedroom while I went ahead and cleaned myself up in the bathroom.
Once my boyfriend couldn't see me, I started working my erection with my hands. All that stimulation with Cyril had left me aching for sweet release. I lost myself to pleasure as I stood over the toilet bowl. I shot my load thinking about a certain golden-haired boy whimpering underneath me as he lay on a table, pale pink oleanders scattered everywhere. I did everything in my power to not moan his name. I didn't want Cyril to accidentally hear it.
Besides, the golden-haired boy ditched me. My feelings for him were true, I told him they were true. And yet he still thought letting me go was the right thing to do. Once the ecstasy was gone, I couldn't help but feel betrayed when I thought about him.
As I washed my hands, I looked up and saw myself in the mirror. I looked exhausted. And I really was. The past week had really taken a toll on me. Sure, Isaac lost his abusive shit of a father, but I lost my trust in him. I lost my trust and confidence in him. I may still like him, but feelings were just that – feelings.
Feelings weren't going to get me anywhere. The truth wasn't going to get me anywhere.
I stared into the reflection of the blue-eyed freckled boy in the mirror. That was the only person who I could rely on. He was the only person who could get me what I want. He wouldn't let me down.
He knew what was right from wrong. It was simple, actually. What was right was what he says was right. What was wrong as what he says was wrong.
Exhaling deeply, I finally left the bathroom, feeling strangely energized and renewed. Cyril was waiting for me in bed, covered in sheets. Seamlessly, I fit snugly beside him, spooning him with my arms.
"I know I've told you this a thousand times," the boy said just before we slept. "But I want you to know that I love you."
I didn't even need to stop to think of a reply.
"I love you too."