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“Oh, unh, shit, shit, shit.”

My eyelids closed, I lifted my chin and tipped my head so I could take him all the way down my throat. My jaw wide to keep my teeth off him, my nose was now buried against his lower abdomen, the coarse hairs tickling my nose.

“Fuck!” he shouted with a curt thrust that nearly had me vomiting. “Vin, oh, shit, Vinny. Unh, shit, shit.”

My mouth opened, tears watering my eyes, I shook my head with his cock buried in my esophagus. He cried out again, flinging his back to the window, one of the panes cracking.

“I’m cumming, oh, shit, I’m cumming.”

As much as those words delighted me and as hungry as I was to eat all that delicious cum, it was too soon. He wasn’t ready. His cock swelling and his muscles clamping around my fingers, I hastily shoved away and leapt to my feet. Sneering at his confused, awestruck face, I wiped my chin, turned, and stomped for the door.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he roared, bending over, one hand gripping the window frame by his head, the other pushing down on his groin. His face contorted in pain, his lips curled around his teeth as he hissed. “Ah, shit, not again.”

“Call me a fag ever again, I’ll bite it off next time, bastard.” I swung open the door, stepped out, and slammed it a little too hard.

“What the hell?” Tyler called out from downstairs. “You okay up there?”

“Mind your fucking business,” I barked as I stomped across the landing to my room. I slammed it, too, and locked it. Snatching the pillow off the bed, I yanked the case, pulled the nightstand across the wall, and knocked the lamp to the floor. Hopping on top, I covered the vent so he couldn’t see what I was doing.

Dropping to my feet, I grabbed the remote, turned on the television, and blasted the volume. Then I threw myself to my mattress, quickly unfastened my jeans, and pulled out my cock. Viciously jacking off, I sucked the finger that had been inside him, pretending his dick was still in my mouth. Pretending he willingly parted those cheeks to let me pound his little pussy until I bred that cunt good.

“Oh, shit,” I grunted, my stomach sinking. My fist squeezing tightly, it was clapping against my pelvis, being brutal to hurry the release. After only a few minutes, my gut knotted and my balls shrunk. The back of my head pushing into the mattress, my neck arched as the orgasm hit. Jerking and convulsing, my eyes rolled behind clenched lids, cum spurting over my fingers. “Unh, Dash. Oh, fuck, Dash, unh.”

As quickly as it hit, it receded and I sagged into the mattress, panting, covered in sweat. My nuts aching from the punishment, my arms splayed to the sides, my fingers sticky from jizz.

“Fuck!” I shouted, throwing an arm over my head to bury my face in the crook of my elbow. What the hell did I just do? I wasn’t used to being attracted to anyone other than Billy. Whenever I was aroused, I was trained to act fast, be aggressive, and cum as quickly as possible since Billy and I never had more than a few minutes to sneak around. Going on instinct and adrenaline, it never clicked in my head to stop what I was doing until I nutted.

Now that I had, clarity was returning, chiding me for my stupidity. When I left this hidden house in the mountains, I wasn’t only losing Jackyl, but Dash. I fucked up bad.

Jackyl, Dash, Violetta, the kids, and Billy. Apparently, this was the season I lost every goddamn thing I loved.

Chapter 8

Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo

My hand was starting to cramp, but I kept pumping. Faster, harder. I added a twist, I tugged, I squeezed. Nothing. Not a goddamn thing. No matter what I tried, I could not cum. I got hard, I got very aroused, but then I kind of just got stuck. It was hurting! My balls were sensitive and my dick was raw from the constant friction. This had never happened, I had no idea what to do. I was usually a two or three shot nutter, but here I was, incapable of knocking even one out. I had no words to describe the frustration this was causing. I felt absolutely lost. Helpless. Pained.

Christ, who knew blue balls could hurt this bad? It felt like my lower guts were bruised, reminding me of when I was sixteen and got kneed in the groin during a fight. Only this was worse, the ache was ten times amplified. The only thing that would ease the discomfort was an orgasm, but that was one thing my body seemed incapable of giving.

What the fuck happened? There had been times I’d gotten hard in public and just subtly rubbed myself against a hard surface to cum. It had always been so damn easy. Until now. Until Vincent touched my dick and pressed on that spot behind my nuts. It was like that was a secret, magic reset button back there, and now I was glitched.

Stilling, I was panting, coated in sweat. My other arm over my face, I gulped and licked my dry lips. So frustrated, I was literally on the verge of tears. This was bullshit! I’d never had someone bring me right to the edge of an orgasm and then walk away. He did it not only once but twice. For some reason, him doing that had completely malfunctioned my system and I desperately needed a reboot.

My palms spread out over my quaking stomach as I stared at the ceiling in the darkness. Rolling my head on the pillow, I scanned over the monitors to make sure Jackyl wasn’t lurking outside somewhere. The coast clear, I dug my thumb and fingers into my eyes and released a small whimper.

“What the fuck?”

My arm falling to the sheets, I huffed, watching the shadows on the wall fluttering through the partially opened blinds. Vincent nearly made me cum twice. A man. My best friend. How in the hell was that possible? How the fuck did I enjoy his mouth on my dick? His finger in my ass? I wasn’t gay. This was absurd!

And yet, ever since he’d done that, I’d been incapable of finding any kind of sexual satisfaction. Was I doomed now? Only able to cum if he let me? Jesus, this was a fucking nightmare.

A thought occurring to me, I lifted to an elbow, stretched between my legs, and rubbed the spot. Pleasure rippled through my system and my head threw back, my eyelids closing. Gulping, I added pressure and circled. In my mind, I actually heard that Windows shutdown tune and my eyes rolled all the way back.

“Ah, fuck!” I howled and jerked, my cock flexing so hard, it softly clapped against my lower abdomen. “Shit.”

Footsteps thudded through the walls and my heart lurched. Throwing myself to my stomach, I grimaced when my dick got pinched, but buried my face in the pillow, trying to pretend I was sleeping. My door burst open and Vincent stumbled inside, panting.

“What’s wrong?”