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Jeremy likes to tell me, and everyone else, that he’s straight. But I’m pretty sure wanting to be fucked in the ass by a dude means your gay. Or at the very least, it just means you’renotstraight.
I don’t really know what I am—other than royally fucked in the emotional department.
I don’t go easy on Jeremy. I don’t have time for careful and easy, because as good as it’s about to feel, and as relaxed as I’m going to be after I come, the self loathing follows and that’s a bitch.
I push inside him, watching as his hole swallows my cock greedily.
“Fuck, Kolton, your ass is so tight, baby.”
A soft hand runs over the bottom of my back, so much better than the harsh touches I’m used to.
“You’re such a good boy for me.”
“Fuck, yes. Harder, Snapper. Fuck me harder!”
I dig my fingers into Jeremy’s hips, and pull him into me as I take out my frustrations on his ass. I fuck him hard and fast, not caring whether it hurts or feels good for him. He isn’t telling me to stop, so it’s got to be fine.
“Oh, I’m going to come!” he calls out. I pull out of him and step back, panting. “What the fuck?” he growls, looking at me over his shoulder, his face flushed. “I was about to come.”
“Well, I wasn’t, and I’m the one doing all the fucking work.”
He growls a frustrated sound, slamming his hand on the couch. His hole is gaping at me, and I so badly want to sink back into him and finish this.
See, once I get going, I don’t want to stop. It’s just getting through all the work in the beginning.
“Okay, I’m good. Keep going,” he tells me.
I roll my eyes, and step forward, my chest heaving. I add more lube, then slide back in. I thrust three times before he groans, and I feel him pulse around my cock, the scent of his cum filling the air.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I growl. “You were not supposed to come yet.”
“Fuck, sorry. It’s been a while,” he says. “You can keep fucking me, if you want.”
I pull out of him, tear the condom off and head toward the bathroom.
No fucking self control. None whatsoever.
“Just get dressed and get the fuck out.” I slam the door, and stay in there until I hear my front door open and close.
I breathe through the frustration that’s settled in my chest. In deeply, out deeply. I urge it away, but of course it stays, threatening to never go away. I start to tremble, my eyes burn, and my throat gets tight. I turn on the shower and step right in, the cold water like a thousand ice picks all over my skin.
I hate him.
I hate him for breaking me. I hate him for fuckingruiningme.
The freezing water does nothing to make me feel better, but it snaps my body out of the physical reactions I was having. Now I’m shaking for another reason entirely. A shock to my system is the only thing that pulls me out of those episodes nowadays.
I stay under the water until I can’t take it anymore. After I’m dried off, I head upstairs to my bedroom to throw on a pair ofsweatpants and a T-shirt before going downstairs to clean. I pick up my clothes to put them in the washer, finding my phone in my pocket. There’s another text. Fromhim.
Him: Just wanted to make sure you got that text?
I grit my teeth, gripping my phone so tight it creaks. He doesn’t deserve an answer from me. He can keep wondering, the same way I did nine years ago.
Chapter Three
Kolton
“Good morning, Snapper,” Janet, the secretary, greets from behind her desk in the main office of the high school.
