“Not by choice my man. It's for next year. Have you read it yet? I’m pretty sure we all have to read it at some point in our high school career.” I laugh, and he walks over to me, looking at the cover. His finger brushes lightly over my thumb and my cock twitches in my shorts.
“It’s on the list for this year. Lemme know if it’s any good,” he says, and I nod.
“Or we can read it together. Might be fun to narrate.” I grin, and he laughs.
“But I didn’t bring my copy,” he states, and I wave the book at him.
“We can share this one.”
“Alright, lemme just finish putting this away. You start first,” he says, and I smile as I sit up and get comfortable. I clear my throat then begin reading…
Present Day
Waking up the next morning, I’m in my bed and alone, thank God. I really shouldn’t have fucked Becky. I have a fucking girlfriend, but these are the measures I have to take when I can’t have what I want. Bash. I’ve spent an entire year trying to forget him. It didn’t help that we played against one another twice during the season, so seeing him during game nights set me off every single time. Was there excitement to see him? Yes. Did I fuck the anger out of me by using my girlfriend to do it? Also yes. But it didn’t work. She isn’t him. So, I tried to mask the hurt with anger and rage, dumping it all into hockey and my girl. She hates when I get like that, but she knew to give me space. Plus, she attended a different school and I only spent time with her when we both weren’t involved with our extracurriculars. I haven’t touched another dude since him. I refuse. Plus, no one knows I’m bi-sexual and it will remain that way until I decide differently.
Climbing out of bed, I hear Bash’s soft snores. I should’ve stayed up and made sure he didn’t puke in his sleep. He had so much to drink last night. My head is so fucked up. I just want to punish him. Make him feel every ounce of pain I felt the day he left.
Last night was so fucking hot. Bash finally submitted and let me do things I've never done with anyone else. It was so fucking passionate and… fuck, I don’t want this summer to end. We agreed to never speak about our girlfriends to each other. When we are in the cabin, it’s just the two of us. Nothing else in the world matters. We need to figure out where this leaves us when camp comes to an end in a few weeks. We promised when we leave here, we would break up with our girlfriends and apply to the same school for college so we could hopefully be together, but this is so much more than that. I’ve never felt this way. My heart is racing just thinking about getting back to him. I snuck out to go on a run and get us breakfast. We haven’t eaten with the rest of the guys in weeks. We try to get as much alone time as possible without raising any suspicions. We keep using the excuse of “summer school work” . We've gone through the whole summer reading list. Narrating book after book together while trying to get the other to cum between chapters.
Walking towards the cabin, I notice a limo leaving out of the gates as I step up the wooden steps. Opening the door, I freeze. Dropping the plates of food as I look at his empty bed. Completely stripped of his sheets and blankets. The room is spotless with no sign of his belongings. I run around the room, looking through the closet, ripping open every drawer of his, only to find them empty. What the fuck? Spinning, I see a note next to my pillow. Running over to it, I lift it and read what it says
Zan,
I’m sorry.
-Bash
I crumple it up and roar in anger, sending the note flying across the room. What do you mean, “I’m sorry”? Sorry for fucking what? My chest heaves as the anger builds and tears form in my eyes. He’s gone. He’s fucking gone. After everything, all I get is a measly note with two words on it? I thought I meant more to him. I thought what we had was something real?
Bash’s groans take me out of the memory I tried so hard to forget. I turn to him with narrowed eyes and rip the blanket off of him.
“What the fuck Zan?” he shouts, his voice raspy with sleep.
“Get up, let's go practice,” I order, but he flips me the bird.
“Fuck you. We don’t have practice today. Go find someone else to torture,” he fires back, and I climb on the bed, straddling his waist.
“I said get up,” I growl.
“No, plus it’s kinda hard to do anything when you’re on top of me,” he spits as he pushes me away, but I grab his hands and pin them above his head. My naked torso brushes against his as he tries to fight me off. “Get off of me. You smell like that skank you fucked last night,” he growls.
“Awe, are you jealous, Buttercup?” I ask, tilting my head to look into his eyes.
“Hardly. I guess cheating on your precious girlfriend is hardly a new thing for you, huh?” he replies, and I growl, running my nose along his jawline.
“Did you forget our agreement? No bringing the girls up. Especially when I’m on top of you. Plus, I think you’re lying. Jealousy looks extremely sexy on you, Buttercup,” I whisper, taking in his scent. Sunshine and sin. My favorite.
“I’m not, why would I be?” he asks, and I smirk, licking down his neck.
“Would it make a difference if I told you I came so fucking hard on her face to the thought of you,” I groan as I lick his Adam’s apple. His hardening cock stiffens against my ass and I rock back onto his length.
“Zan,” he grits.
“I missed your sweet sounds, Bash. Moan for me,” I command as his body shivers with anticipation. My cock twitches as he whimpers while my hips rock slowly back and forth. “Have you been with anyone else after me? Any other man?” I ask, biting down on his shoulder.
“N-no, no one,” he stammers.
“Good. You don’t get to cum unless I’m the one doing it, but let’s face it, no one, not even your little girlfriend can do it like me. Do you moan for her? Does your body quake at her touch?” I ask, licking up his jaw and running my tongue across his lips while my hips move faster against him.
