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1 through F › Apt Pupil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
1,336
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Chapter 4
As Todd lay sleeping three hours away, Chris lay quietly watching the ceiling. His ever-present long sleeved shirt was abandoned in Todd’s absence. Self-inflicted scars were clearly visible. Chris absent-mindedly traced several of them with his fingers; the intimacy of the action was so sensual that it was almost like masturbating.
His penis jumped at the thought and Chris reached down to touch it. Lazily, his fingers traced his erection; running down the shaft and gently thumbing over the head. A soft moan escaped his slightly parted lips and Chris arched into his hand.
Chris closed his eyes. They slipped shut with a sigh. In his mind, another hand touched his. Warm and sensual, they gently moved his own hands away. Chris whimpered at the loss of contact. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the deep blue ones of his roommate.
“Shhh,” the fantasy Todd.
Todd’s pink tongue darted out; catching drops of precum, playing with his slit. Chris arched into his mouth, his penis pushing until it was completely surrounded. Surprisingly, Todd didn’t gag; instead, his lips wrapped expertly around Chris’ shaft.
“Oh my God,” Chris cried. “So good…”
He came and Todd let Chris’ softening penis drop from his lips; a string of semen stretched than broke between them. More semen splattered on Todd’s chin, semen that Chris desperately wanted to lick off.
“Kiss me,” Chris commanded and Todd moved up, their parted lips now only inches apart.
They were about to touch when Chris felt the fantasy slipping away. Hr groaned, his real eyes opening. Chris wiped his hand off onto his sheet. The sheet and blanket were both tossed onto the floor. Rolling over, he fell asleep.
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Chris woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside his bedroom window. He was still naked and, with his covers still on the floor, he was cold. Goosebumps covered his flesh and the soft hairs on the nape of his neck standing on end. He stood, bent over and picked up his soiled coverings. He sighed, dropping the mess into the clothes hamper.
After stealing the blanket from Todd’s bed, Chris laid back down. He pulled the borrowed blanket to his chin. His eyes felt heavy and he began falling asleep. The sleep didn’t last long enough. Just as his dream Todd began tongue fucking his naval (and God did that ever feel good), the phone rang.
“Shit,” Chris swore. His fingers dug the sleep from his eyes while he forced himself to wake up enough to answer the phone. “Hello.”
“Chris?” the voice was a little nervous, but instantly recognizable. “I’m just calling you to let you know that Ronnie’s in jail.”
“Good. That fucker can rot there.”
“Don’t say that!” her voice was harsh.
“Mom, Ronnie’s an asshole and it’s about time he got what he deserved.”
“I thought you said that he deserved a shot in the head with a .32,” the bitterness was clear and Chris had to hold down the laughter that began bubbling inside his head.
“So, I missed. Big deal,” he shrugged. “Mom, let him go. He’s no good for you.”
“I knew calling you would be a mistake.”
Chris took a deep breath, trying hard not to let her get him this time…trying not to call her a stunned cunt and ask her if she really liked getting smacked around. Instead, he took several more deep breaths, mentally counting to ten as slowly as he could. He felt himself calm down.
“Mom, I’m sorry, really, but you know how I feel about Ronnie,” another breath (in and out). “Look, I’ll call you later.”
He hung up. He didn’t even wait for her to say goodbye.
His penis jumped at the thought and Chris reached down to touch it. Lazily, his fingers traced his erection; running down the shaft and gently thumbing over the head. A soft moan escaped his slightly parted lips and Chris arched into his hand.
Chris closed his eyes. They slipped shut with a sigh. In his mind, another hand touched his. Warm and sensual, they gently moved his own hands away. Chris whimpered at the loss of contact. He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the deep blue ones of his roommate.
“Shhh,” the fantasy Todd.
Todd’s pink tongue darted out; catching drops of precum, playing with his slit. Chris arched into his mouth, his penis pushing until it was completely surrounded. Surprisingly, Todd didn’t gag; instead, his lips wrapped expertly around Chris’ shaft.
“Oh my God,” Chris cried. “So good…”
He came and Todd let Chris’ softening penis drop from his lips; a string of semen stretched than broke between them. More semen splattered on Todd’s chin, semen that Chris desperately wanted to lick off.
“Kiss me,” Chris commanded and Todd moved up, their parted lips now only inches apart.
They were about to touch when Chris felt the fantasy slipping away. Hr groaned, his real eyes opening. Chris wiped his hand off onto his sheet. The sheet and blanket were both tossed onto the floor. Rolling over, he fell asleep.
XXXXX
Chris woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside his bedroom window. He was still naked and, with his covers still on the floor, he was cold. Goosebumps covered his flesh and the soft hairs on the nape of his neck standing on end. He stood, bent over and picked up his soiled coverings. He sighed, dropping the mess into the clothes hamper.
After stealing the blanket from Todd’s bed, Chris laid back down. He pulled the borrowed blanket to his chin. His eyes felt heavy and he began falling asleep. The sleep didn’t last long enough. Just as his dream Todd began tongue fucking his naval (and God did that ever feel good), the phone rang.
“Shit,” Chris swore. His fingers dug the sleep from his eyes while he forced himself to wake up enough to answer the phone. “Hello.”
“Chris?” the voice was a little nervous, but instantly recognizable. “I’m just calling you to let you know that Ronnie’s in jail.”
“Good. That fucker can rot there.”
“Don’t say that!” her voice was harsh.
“Mom, Ronnie’s an asshole and it’s about time he got what he deserved.”
“I thought you said that he deserved a shot in the head with a .32,” the bitterness was clear and Chris had to hold down the laughter that began bubbling inside his head.
“So, I missed. Big deal,” he shrugged. “Mom, let him go. He’s no good for you.”
“I knew calling you would be a mistake.”
Chris took a deep breath, trying hard not to let her get him this time…trying not to call her a stunned cunt and ask her if she really liked getting smacked around. Instead, he took several more deep breaths, mentally counting to ten as slowly as he could. He felt himself calm down.
“Mom, I’m sorry, really, but you know how I feel about Ronnie,” another breath (in and out). “Look, I’ll call you later.”
He hung up. He didn’t even wait for her to say goodbye.