Page 24 of Footlights and Forever

He moved forward, resting his arms on top of the car and sagging forward. “I don’t want you to think this is nothing by rushing things and doing stuff you’re not ready for in the back seat of my car at prom.” I heard him sigh. “It’s such a cliché, and you’re worth more than that.” I see that his crotch was framed perfectly in the doorway and the idea formed whole in my head all at once.

“I love that you worried about that.” I reached forward and grabbed hold of his belt. “But right now I’m so horny and nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want right now. Not even you.” I chuckled.

I quickly undid his belt, popping the button open and unzipping his fly. “What are you…” was all he got out before I reached inside his trousers and pulled out his solid prick. “Fuck Dylan!” his gruff voice shot straight to my balls as he pushed his waist forward on instinct. If anyone cast a passing glance towards the car now, they would just see a guy standing in front of an open car door.

His cock rested heavy and large in my hand. I tried to close my fist around it, but it was too fat for me to make my fingers touch. “I need to taste you so bad, Austin.” The sounds of his panting breaths made me smile as I leaned forward and gave an experimental lick to the head of his deep pink cock. A smallbead of precum gathered on the slit transferred onto my tongue, coating my mouth with a salty sweetness. “I knew you would taste good.”

“Fuck baby, don’t stop.” Like a magical cock sucking spell, the endearment demolished the last seed of doubt as I surged forward and tried my best to stuff as much of his dick in my mouth as possible. Of course I only got about three inches in before I started to gag on his meat. “Easy there, there is no rush.”

He must be fucking insane.“Yes there is a rush,” I mumbled around him before letting him slip out of my mouth. I pressed a kiss in his groin. “I need you to cum in my mouth. I really want to taste you.”

He reaches down and grabs hold of the base of his cock and squeezes. “Fuck, you can’t say that,” he growled. “You nearly just made me cum.”

“Shhhh, let me work.” I laughed. I fisted his cock and guided him back into my mouth. His taste was everything I hadn’t known I was missing, sweet and salty with a hint of musk that filled my nose. Sliding my enclosed hand up and down his cock, I sucked on the head and took as much of his shaft as I could manage into my mouth. I moaned around him, pulling and tugging and sucking. My other hand reached around him, slipping down the back of his shorts and palming his cheeks. I pulled him forwards, deeper into my mouth.

He pumped into my mouth, his growling and groaning getting deeper and deeper as I sucked on his foreskin and tongued the head of his cock. “Fuck baby, I’m so close.” I moaned harder around him, needing him, wanting him to spill inside me. A familiar tightness at the base of my own balls started to tingle and a rush of heat and embarrassment travels up my neck.

“Dylan, I’m gonna…” He tensed up, his skin going taut. The head of his cock swelled before the first shot of cum hit the back of my throat. “Oh god. Oh god.” His hands gripped the back ofmy head and pulled me down until my mouth was full to the brim with his meat. Two more volleys of cum filled my mouth. I continued to suck on him, his cum and my saliva mixing, coating his prick as it slid in and out of my throat. Tears filled my eyes, and I choked and coughed around him but forced myself to swallow everything he had to give me.

He held my head in place as he slid gentle across my tongue. “What… I can’t even… Oh fuck,” he breathed. He stilled for a moment and then scrambled into the car. I moved over as he took the seat next to me. He pushed me back into the seat and forced his tongue into my mouth. I hummed happily, his tongue mixing with his own essence in my mouth. He pulled back quickly, pressing his palm into my chest and holding me in place. “You’re mine. You hear me?” I quickly nodded, but it didn’t seem enough for him. “You are mine, Dylan. No one else gets to have you, have this, okay?”

“Just yours,” I smiled, pulling him back down to kiss me.

We kissed for a few moments before he pulled back again. “Let me help you out.” He winked.

“Eurgh….”Oh god.

“What?” He smirked.

“I kinda already… You know.” I shrugged.

“What?” A slow smile formed on his mouth.He already knows!

“Okay jackass,” I laughed, pushing his shoulder. “Sucking your cock made me cum in my pants.”

He laughed, placing a small kiss on my lips and rests his head on my shoulder. “I meant what I said,” he murmured after a minute.

“Hmmmm?”

“You’re mine, Dylan. I just want you. No one else.” My heart hammered in my chest so hard, I was sure he could feel it. “You okay with that?”

“More than okay.”

Chapter 9

“So you’re a little weird? Work it! A little different? Own it! Better to be a nerd than one of the herd!” – Mandy Hale

Dylan

Six Months Later

I would like to say that over the last two months of high school and the summer after, Garrett became a different person, even pleasant and endearing, but that would be lying. Garrett spent the remaining time before we all left our small town and headed off to our respective colleges glaring at me from across whatever room we happened to be sharing. There were reported fights in the locker rooms between certain team members before and after games and the rest of the team seemed to not want to take sides between the two Alphas on the team, so both were almost iced out of their respective social circles.

It was annoying, but I couldn’t bring myself to pay it too much mind as I had everything I had ever wanted. After that first night everything had changed. I had assumed on Monday morning that I would arrive at school and give some awkward jock nodto Austin across the hallway While retrieving books from my locker, or slide my foot against his leg under the tall tables in the science labs, maybe sneak out at lunch time and kiss under the bleachers like in some 1960’s high school movie. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I’d opened my front door on Monday morning, ready to sprint down the block to catch the bus towards school only to be confronted by a smiling Austin on my doorstep.

“Sorry babe.” He’d gestured towards the street. “Some jackass blocked the roads as I was pulling into your street.”

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