Every thrust of Eoghan inside me sent ripples of pleasure coursing through my entire body. His weight pressed my hips down into the mattress, forcing my cock to rub against the sheets. There was no escaping from it, the ecstasy seemingly coming from all sides, and when I cried out, muffling myself with the pillow as best I was able to, Eoghan chuckled.
“Don’t tell me y’gonna shoot before me again?” That playful tone had returned to his voice. He knew exactly what he was doing, deliberately pushing me closer to the edge, and getting off on it, too.
I turned my head to the side, sucking in a lungful of air. “It’s too feckin’ good,” I gasped.
Eoghan pressed down on my harder still, pinning me to the bed beneath him as his thrusts became faster and rougher. “Aye, c’mon then, lovely boy. Let’s see what y’got f’me,” he panted, breathless from exertion. “Ya a dirty wee lad? Gonna come with me dick in y’arse, now?”
His words should have sickened me, should have scalded me, and yet shamelessly I felt my body tightening up, my second orgasm of the night ripping through me. There was nothing I could do to hold it back and I groaned, long and low, as I came harder than I had ever done in my entire life. Moments later, still reeling, Eoghan finally joined me.
“Yes,” he hissed, slowing his thrusts as he savoured the pleasure. “Feck, yes, that’s it.”
I was soaked with sweat and shaking like a leaf. I fought to regain my breath, shuddering as Eoghan eased his cock out of me and rolled over to lay beside me. After removing the condom, knotting it, and dropping it to the floor at the side of the bed, he looked at me. Our eyes met and he grinned. I was helpless not to mirror it.
I swallowed, throat scratchy and mouth dry. “What’s a fella gotta do t’ get a wee drink o’ water around here, like?”
Eoghan chuckled and sat up, groaning as he stretched out his back. The light of the fridge lit up the caravan and by the time I’d pushed myself upright on shaking arms, a water bottle was thrust beneath my nose.
“Here y’are. Drink up, now. Y’got a lotta fluids to replace, aye?”
This timeI laughed aloud, cheeks heating. “Ah, feck off, now.”
I busied myself with opening the bottle, greedily draining half of the water inside before offering it to Eoghan. He took it, tipping it back.
“Tell me,” he said, shuffling back onto the bed and fluffing the pillows as he lay down. “Does ya mate know about all this? Y’likin’ the fellas an’ that?”
I immediately grew tense and shook my head. “Nah, an’ ya’d be sayin’ nothin’ ‘bout it neither if ya know what’s good f’ya, like.”
Eoghan laughed, holding up his palms in surrender. “Won’t be breathin’ a word. It’s not somethin’ I go around advertisin’ meself, neither. Y’know how folk can be.”
Hearing that Eoghan was keen to keep our attraction to one another under wraps was a relief. I sat on the bed, feeling stiff and awkward now the haze of my pleasure had worn off. That familiar creeping sensation crawled over my skin, the shame I fought so hard to ignore rearing its ugly head. My discomfort must have been evident and Eoghan cleared his throat.
“Y’welcome t’ stay the night, like, but I’d not be offended if ya need t’ get goin’.”
He was giving me an out, an excuse to leave if I wanted to. It was strange, but as soon as I knew Icouldescape, I suddenly didn’t want to.
“Nah, I’d stay a wee while longer, aye? Maybe not the night, like, but I can hang about a bit. Safe t’ say Declan won’t be missin’ me.”
Eoghan chuckled. “Right enough. Y’wanna a wee smoke? I don’t like t’ make a habit outta doin’ it inside, now, but I’ll make an exception here. It’s baltic out there.”
“I got somethin’ better, now,” I murmured, getting up off the bed and snatching my jacket from the floor. Inside one of the pockets was a joint I’d rolled earlier that afternoon. I’d just been getting around to smoking it when Eoghan had shown up. I held it out to him and he grinned, taking it eagerly.
“Ah, now isn’t that a nice wee surprise.”
“Can get ya more than that, if ya interested, like,” I replied.
Eoghan’s brows shot up. “Oh, aye? Y’inta all that are ya, lovely boy?”
I shrugged, brazening out how his pet name made my pulse quicken. “Used t’ be, aye. Wouldn’t take much t’ get back inta the trade.”
“I’ll remember that.”
I joined Eoghan back on the bed, watching him light the tip of the joint before sucking in a deep lungful. Holding his breath, he passed it to me, and I did the same.
“Feck, that’s nice,” he groaned through a cloud of smoke.
“Aye, I don’t feck about with the skunky shite, now,” I replied.
We passed the joint back and forth, chatting easily. I was surprised by how comfortable I felt here with Eoghan. I was still bollock naked, and so was he, and yet I barely noticed. I’d always imagined I’d be full of regret and rage, ashamed of myself for what I had done… but I wasn’t, and perhaps that was the most troubling thing of all. I’d loved every second and it just served as a final nail into what I’d always suspected of myself.
