“I—I’m going to come,” he whines.
“Good, I want to feel you blow all over my dick.”
My words break him and the feel of him ejaculating against me is the straw that breaks the camel’s back. I follow right after. Our cocks are wrapped in my skin, our cum leaking out. Yet I don’t slow. I milk us both dry.
Ewen slumps back against the door. I just rocked his world while also rocking mine.
I grab his hand and lead him to the bed. We lie down and he surprises me by resting between my legs. He drops his head down and starts licking me clean. His eyes stay on me. I have trained him so well. My dick is a fan of his attention and rises to come play. Ewen continues cleaning me up, giving me all those faint kisses he tried the first time. I don’t stop him. He wants to kiss and worship my cock, then who am I to deny him his pleasures?
Since I’ve come once, I last longer. By the time he finally swallows every drop I give him, I know his jaw must hurt. Time to reward him for showing initiative.
Flipping him over, I angle him how I want. His peachy ass up in the air, I lick from his balls up his taint to his hole. It’s pink and tight. I tell myself one day I’ll be seated deep in there. For now though, my tongue will have to do.
After his hole is wet and sloppy I slowly slide a finger in. His back arches up. I push his limits a bit more and add another finger, finding that magic button inside and rubbing it.
Baby steps to one day fucking his brains out.
The noises that fall from his lips could summon the dead. The best part? He never fights me, stops me, or shies away.
In the daylight, he is God’s chosen one, but at night he’s my dirtiest sinner.
28
EWEN
“Hey there, stranger,” Caleb says in greeting as he walks up to the table. He called me yesterday and asked me to meet him for coffee. I haven’t seen him since Declan was in the hospital and I miss my friend, yet I’ve been so distracted that I hadn’t noticed. The guilt weighed on me after he pointed it out.
You have guilt for not seeing your friend yet you feel nothing for the sinning you do in the dark?That annoying inner voice pops in to remind me how much I’ve changed. It’s not wrong. I let Declan do the filthiest things to me at night, with no single emotion except joy. More joy than I knew one person could experience.
I stand in front of my congregation, preaching morals and sins, yet I feel zero guilt.
I’m becoming darkness with him. How far will I let myself slide into his world? I shake away the thought. Now is not the time to delve intothat. Now is the time to spend with Caleb.
“Hi. Life has been chaotic. How about yours?” He laughs and pulls me into his signature hug.
“My life is always busy.” Sitting down, he reaches over and I hand him the coffee I already ordered. “So, tell me how you’ve been.”
“Just busy. The church has been keeping me busy.”
He sips his coffee, staring at me. “And a certain someone hasn’t?”
Caleb knows me. He knows I don’t connect with people. He’s giving me an opening to come out with things. If there’s anyone I could talk to without judgement, it’s him.
“Let’s go for a walk,” I suggest because I do need to get things off my chest but fear someone overhearing.
“Sure, it’s a great day.” We grab our coffees and head outside. It’s lovely and sunny and the humidity is surprisingly not suffocating today.
We walk down the block to the park. The park itself has paths leading in many different directions. I take off toward one that is more shaded and less traveled.
“Okay, now spill.” Caleb breaks our silence. “I can see it on your face. You have something to say.”
We continue walking as I collect my thoughts. Taking a deep breath, I start at the beginning. “Do you remember when we were in college and went out for St. Patrick’s Day?”
“Yeah. Fuck that was years ago.”
“Well, that was the first night I met Declan.”
Caleb stops. “Wait, you’ve known him that long? I thought you met when you moved back here?”
