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Everybody in this story is over 18.
In the evening we gather on the balcony of the second floor to have our countdown to New Year's. The balcony is pretty spacious and we could all sit, but I lean on the railing, my mind racing with all the insane stuff that lays behind me this year.
Connor leans next to me.
"What's on your mind?" He asks.
You, I think. As always. But I just shrug, it doesn't make any sense to bring this up right now.
"Just looking forward to this as a new beginning." I answer and he nods.
Then suddenly somebody taps him on the shoulder. It's Kayla who seems to have left her room for the first time today.
"Hey…" She says. "Sorry I was being such a bitch earlier, I know you mean well. I just…it feels like you've been so distant lately and I'm terrified of losing you. I don't want to start the new year off like this, can we just forget about this?"
My stomach sinks. I'm not the only one who doesn't want him to leave. What have we been doing? Disregarding this poor girl's feelings and completely ruining a stable relationship.
Connor gives her a smile and pulls her into a hug. I feel a slight sting in my chest, but it makes me feel better to know that she has no idea what he did with me earlier. I'm a bad person.
"You won't lose me, silly. I love you." He mumbles and the sting in my chest becomes unbearable. Why does she get to hear that? I would treat him better than she ever could.
I push myself away from the railing and go back inside, away from the lovers who only seem to have eyes for each other. I hear the muffled countdown of my friends outside and look out the window as it hits zero. Connor kisses his girlfriend, they all cheer and open up a bottle of champagne. And nobody wonders where I am.
I feel so worthless right now. This is it, I need to end this thing with Connor. It hurts me more than it should, maybe I just need to cut him off altogether. I'm unsure about what to do and just decide to go to sleep and think about it in the morning.
For the remainder of the trip I pretend everything is fine and tell everybody that I was just too tired to celebrate that evening. But as soon as I roll my suitcase over the doorstep of my apartment I send the text message I have been contemplating for the last few days.
"We need to end this, it's unhealthy. I think I might need some time to myself, no calling and no texting. I hope you can respect that." Appears in my chat with Connor.
After a few minutes the response pops up. Just five words.
"I can. I'm sorry."
I feel miserable and call in sick for work for the first work week. I can't believe that all of our friendship culminates in these five words. How did we fuck up this badly?
I go back to normal as good as I can. I clean my apartment, play video games and work on projects I can do at home, trying to pretend none of this ever happened. A few times I reach out to Chris, this time not because I need a distraction but because I genuinely want to see him again. But his busy schedule doesn't allow him to meet up with me.
Until Thursday. At six in the morning my doorbell rings and I sleepily drag myself to the door. In front of it stands Chris.
"What in the world…?" I mumble and rub my eyes. "The hell are you doing here this early?"
He shivers in the cold and answers: "Good morning. You told me that you usually go to work at seven so I wanted to catch you before."
I sigh and lean against the door. "You do know I am home in the evening?"
"I do but I don't want you to be all tired for what I want to ask you."
I raise an eyebrow.
"I- I wanted to ask if I can take you out on a real date. Not just sex. I mean also sex if you want to…but I mean…a serious date." He shifts nervously.
"I thought you didn't have time for something serious?" I say sceptically.
"I don't. But I want to make time for it. For you. Because this week gave me the feeling that…if I let somebody like you go I'll regret it. So I came here…to shoot my shot."
Even though it's early and I still feel a little down I have to smile. That's how easy it could be, huh?
"I don't work this week." I say.
"Well in that case I'm sorry I woke you up…"
"No, I mean, do you want to do something today?"
A bright smile appears on his pretty face and he nods.
"But I doubt anything has opened yet, so what do we do?" He then asks.
I take a little step closer to him and mumble: "I have a thing or two in mind for killing time…"
Then I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull him down to me to kiss him. His face is ice cold but I still feel a rush at his touch. He smiles into the kiss and soon I feel his big, strong arms around my waist, pulling me closer.
It doesn't take long before I begin to shiver in the cold as well and I seperate myself from him to ask: "Do we want to take this inside?"
And he nods hectically. I close the door behind him while he takes off his winter jacket and before I know what's happening he's directly behind me and pushes me against the door.
His tall, fit body pressed against mine gives me an immediate boner and he gently restricts my arms behind my back so I have no way of escaping. I lean my forehead against the door and squirm with lust as I feel his cold lips placing little kisses on the back of my sensitive neck. Then he softly tugs on my earlobe with them and a little moan escapes my lips.
"I missed you." He whispers and his warm breath tickles my ear.
Since I'm still only in my boxers and a tank top there's not much to take off but he's still fully clothed. So he lets go of me, which gives me the chance to turn around and watch him reveal his stunning body by taking off his shirt. Then he comes closer again and his fresh scent makes its way into my nose. I missed him too.
He makes me take off my shirt as well and gently strokes my chest, my abs and then my hips with his fingertips, while he kisses me.
"I missed you too." I whisper and stroke his back, feeling the defined, manly muscles.
"Not too much apperantly." He answers and his fingertips wander over a spot on my shoulder.
Right, the stupid mark that Connor left on me, reminding me of what I lost at every look in the mirror. I wince.
"Should I be jealous?" He asks seductively and goes on to kiss my neck.
I don't want to talk about this yet. So I give him the same answer I gave to Connor.
"Well, you're here, and he's not." I say and dig my nails into his back as he starts gently massaging my hard cock through my pants.
"I'll make you forget all about him anyways." Chris whispers into my ear and I inhale sharply. Right answer.
He makes me get rid of my boxers and starts taking off his own pants as well, strangely removing the belt from them. I can't believe I get to have sex with this hot guy, his huge, hard cock is already throbbing with excitement and I can't wait to feel him deep inside of me.
He gives me a dominant look and turns me around again to push me against the door. Then he takes my wrists and ties them together with his belt behind my back. I let out a little moan and feel my dick drip precum onto the floor.
"Too tight?" Chris asks but I shake my head. I like it tight.
"Good." He says in a dark tone and pulls on the remaining end of his belt so I stumble backwards towards him. That's when he wraps his free arm around my chest from behind to hold me. If he lets go I will no doubt fall over, but I'm not nervous. I trust him. His hand finds my nipple and gently pinches it while his hard cock rubs against my ass and I feel his quick breath on my neck.
He lets go of my nipple and instead places his hand around my throat and starts choking me, while he grinds his throbbing dick against me and still holds me in place with the belt. He doesn't choke me violently but gently, firmly gripping my neck and giving me a little room to wiggle away if it becomes too much. He's so good at this, so good at making me feel dominated and safe at the same time.
Then he suddenly turns me around again and his ice cold eyes meet mine.
"Get on your knees." He commands while still holding my throat in his grip. I hesitate and he notices immediately.
"Oh…you've never done that before, have you?"
I lightly shake my head and blush.
"You don't have to. I didn't mean to pressure you." He adds in a much softer voice and lets go of my throat to stroke my cheek.
"What if I want to?" I ask and excitement jolts through me as I notice his pupils widen in anticipation.
He places one hand on my shoulder and pushes me down on my knees, so now his huge cock is directly in front of me. My hands still tied behind my back make it a little difficult to find the right position but I still want to try this.
"You can stop anytime you want…do you want me to untie you?" He asks.
I ponder. On one hand it would make things easier but it also turns me on to kneel before him, completely exposed to him and at his mercy. So I shake my head.
Then I lean forward a little and take his dick into my mouth. Just the tip first, and then as much as I can take. He's way too big to make it possible for me to swallow the entire thing, but I try my best.
It's not as weird as I thought, not weirder than eating pussy anyways. My biggest concern is keeping my teeth away from him and finding a balance between using my tongue and my lips. He moans and gently strokes my hair.
I look up while I try to take him deeper and wince, as he slides down my throat. It feels weird, as if my body is trying to tell me that there should be nothing down there, but it doesn't hurt or make me gag. He threw his head back and is now softly rocking his hips with my rythm while moaning loudly. I'm a little proud, that I can do that to him with no experience at all.
"Damn, you're talented." He groans as if he read my thoughts and I answer by swirling my tongue around his tip, making him twitch in my mouth.
I would kill to touch myself at this point, but the agonizing pleasure of not being able to do it turns me on even more. He's forcing me to edge, making my cock leak some desperate drops of precum onto the floor again.
I enjoy pleasuring him for some time, until he pulls out of my mouth and grabs me by the shoulders, to get me back on my feet.
He leans in to kiss me and then gently guides me to the kitchen. What is his plan?
Then suddenly he spins me around and bends me over the kitchen table. He makes me arch my back by pulling on the belt as if it's a leash.
"Tell me what you want." He whispers in my ear and my dick throbs with passion.
"Fuck me." I reply without thinking. But I'm way beyond thinking anyways, he's driving me crazy.
I realize just how much I missed him as I feel the tip of his huge cock enter me after he lubes it up. I whimper and squirm as he pushes inside, the sharp, all too familiar pain running through my body. But then, as he's as deep inside as possible and gently strokes my back with his palms, I finally have the satisfying feeling of being completely filled up again.
I sigh with lust and wiggle my ass a little to encourage him to start thrusting. And he does. It feels so good to lay in front of him like this, tied up and bent over, just a sextoy for him to use.
He groans as he pushes deep inside me and overwhelming lust takes control of my body, making my legs shake and my dick twitch, all the more desperate for satisfaction. As if he noticed my situation, Chris reaches around me and excitement flows through my body. He's going to touch me, to finally make me cum, I think.
But instead of feeling his hand close around my cock like I hoped, I just feel his fingertips, softly teasing my tip while he pounds into me. I leak some more precum and desperately squirm under his touch. It drives me insane. Agonizingly slow he massages my most sensitive spots without ever letting me get there. He enjoys seeing me below him, completely helpless and hungry for his touch.
"P-please." I whimper, the pressure almost becoming unbearable.
"Please what?" He answers and thrusts into me even faster. His cock throbs inside of me and I can tell that he won't last much longer. Me neither.
"Please…just stroke me…make me cum." I beg him, but instead of giving me what I ask for he completely lets go of my dick again and I let out a sigh of despair.
"You don't need that." He whispers and before I can ask what he means he grabs my hips, pushes my ass up a little and thrusts his cock inside me even deeper.
I gasp sharply and hold onto the edges of my table, hearing my own asscheeks clap while the lust consumes me entirely. Suddenly I can't take it any longer.
With one last, deep thrust my hole tightens up and my dick begins to twitch while I cum all over my kitchen floor, exploding with the insane pressure that built up from edging. I almost feel like my soul leaves my body and every inch of me feels tingly, from my fingertips down to my toes.
Chris pulls out of me and shoots his load on my back, groaning with pleasure and gently kneading my cheeks with his other hand.
I pant uncontrollably and my legs shake, almost making me fall off the table in the process of my first hands free orgasm.
"Woah there, hold on for a second, I'll untie you." Chris says and tries to hold me, keeping me on my legs. He unties my hands and for the first time I notice that it did hurt a little. I support myself on the table while Chris goes to get some tissues to clean up.
He looks at my flushed face and ruined hair and grins. "I'll do the floor as well, go sit down on the couch, seems like you need it." He giggles and I comply.
After he's done cleaning up he comes over to me and sits next to me, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into a hug. I love having my head pressed against his broad chest like this, makes me feel safe. He notices the marks from his belt around my wrists and gently strokes them with his thumb.
"Sorry." He mumbles.
"Don't be. That was amazing." I whisper and hold him close.
We spend some time just cuddling and talking on the couch and then we go on our real date for lunch. He pays for me and everything. I didn't know I needed some serious attention like this for such a long time, I finally feel like I'm worth something again, especially after all this shit with Connor.
After lunch we go for a nice long walk in the park and decide to go back to my place to watch a movie. It's already dark by the time it finishes and I'm so nervous to ask the question I've been preparing since I was om vacation.
"Hey Chris."
"Yeah?"
"Do you want to…maybe…stay the night?"
He nods happily and leans in to kiss me.
As we get ready for bed a little later the doorbell rings. I sigh. I'm undressing and don't really feel like answering the door in my boxers, but this late in the evening it coule be important. Chris notices my look and says: "I'll go get it, you get dressed first."
"Thanks." I mumble and start putting on clothes again.
Then I suddenly hear Chris' voice from the door.
"Uh….Tyler, it's your…friend."
I deflate completely. What the hell? I told Connor to leave me alone, why can't he respect that for once? I really don't want to see him. But I can't leave Chris alone with somebody he doesn't even know. And then Chris adds something that makes me head to the door even faster:
"…He doesn't seem okay."