Bad Romance

AN: this story just came to me while watching ‘Gridiron Gang’ on TV and listening to Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” many times over.

I’m sorry if the characters are a little OOC, but I’m not used to writing they way they talk in the movie.

WARNINGS: D/s, lemon scene, oneshot, sex between and grown man and a teenage guy so if you don’t like that GET THE FUCK OUT!

NOTES: There’s a point in the story where all the ‘his,’ ‘him,’ or ‘he’ are capitalized: this is not a mistake, it’s important to the plot. When speaking aloud, Willie will not speak in first person, but in third. This goes along with the submission.
The underlined parts are lines taken from the movie. The italicized underlines are from the song. The italics are thoughts.

TIME: It starts after Kelvin gets shot, Willie starts a fight, ends up in the box and Sean comes to talk to him. The first few paragraphs are from the movie, but then I start to deviate into my own twisted fantasy. I hope you enjoy (and review!)

DISCLAIMER: I, Kitaro Jeevas, DO NOT own the movie Gridiron Gang or Lady Gaga’s song “Bad Romance.” I only used both of them for this fanfic.
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Bad Romance
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Pages: 13
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”Well, how long it take you to forgive your Dad?” I ask him. He looks away from me, lets out a dry chuckle and then I hear the sounds of him crying. Guilt hits me like a punch to the stomach when he starts crying. I can’t take it, I hate it; looking at his face, covered in tears, but still so handsome, almost breaks my heart.

”Till just now.” Coach says to me. He pauses, turns away then back again, and repeats: ”Till just now.”

Silence reigns for half a minute, and not knowing what else to talk about but still curious enough to try, I ask: ”Kelvin’s gonna be okay?”

He nods a few times and then says, ”Yeah.” We both find the floor very interesting while silence once again takes a hold of us, leaving it very difficult for me to NOT think about his large, warm form sitting next to me on this small cot.

God, how long have I wanted him? Probably since the day I first got here; walking in through those doors to see his intimidating, but sexy bronze-skinned form standing there, ready to kindly greet me. I hate to sound cliché but I think it was love at first sight. I couldn’t help it—liking him—it was practically impossible not to from the get-go.

Thinking about all this love, reminds me of I song I heard once—and came to love—on the outside. Without thinking of the consequences, I start to sing the chorus; I just want a something to remind me of the good of the outside world.

“I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your lover’s revenge
You and me could write a bad romance”

“What was that?” Coach asks me, face turned to mine so I can see in his eyes; the confusion, lingering sadness and some other emotion I can’t place…hope?

Thinking quickly, I decide I can use this to my advantage. “It’s a song I came to love when I was on the outside,” I explain, but still keep enough information hidden so he keeps asking questions.

“What was it called?”

’Just the question I wanted him to ask,’ I think, giving an internal smirk. Moving quickly, I stand from the bed only to sit on Coach’s lap, my legs on either side of his thighs. Holding in my moan at FINALLY being close to him, I move my mouth to his ear and whisper: “It’s called ‘Bad Romance.’ Know of it?” I then purposefully grind my hips into his, giving him some insight into what I mean.

I silently thank Coach’s shock factor and the years spent training to quicken my movements, otherwise I’d probably find myself on the floor with an angry Coach to deal with…if he was currently thinking straight, that is.

With my nose so close to his neck, I’m allowed the full experience of his manly scent: sweat, dying grass and some kind of soap. I inhale deeply; savoring his scent in case I die soon—which is a high probability, unfortunately. Forcefully turning my attention back to him, I inhale his scent and end up forgetting to hold onto my moan.

I think it’s that one moan that brings Coach back to the real world. He tries to stand up, but somehow, I use his momentum against him and push him down onto the bed. Coach starts to struggle from under me, giving me a bad hard-on.

“Coach! Stop! Let me explain, please!” I yell at him, thankful these cells are slightly soundproof, if only to muffle his yelling. “SEAN!” I yell again, barely caring I called him by his first name out loud, and he quiets down. “Please, let me explain.” He stops struggling, lying still while waiting for me to explain.

I can’t look him in the eyes; I can’t see that rejection, it might break me completely. Hanging my head, I say: “God, I didn’t want it to happen like this! I’m sorry, Coach. I wasn’t thinking and this was the only way to confess to you that I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you and it’s just I’m so—.” The feeling of strong lips against my own cuts me off. It only lasts a few seconds but it succeeds in shocking me senseless.

Before I can get over the first shock, Coach pulls away, only to connect our lips again right afterward, roughly kissing me, bringing with him a whole new shock experience. I feel his tongue lick at my lips, asking for permission to enter; eagerly, I open my mouth for him, moaning as our tongues meet for the first time. Electric tingles travel down my spine, making my eyes close and my back arch, which causes me to push against him.

I barely notice when his hands move to my back, cradling me against him as he stands. Out of reflex, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, submitting to the intense feelings his tongue is doing to my mouth.

Coach doesn’t stay standing for long, he turns around and places me on the blue blankets of the cot as he lays over me; our lips never disconnect. When I can’t hold my breath any longer, I squeeze his shoulders, hoping he’ll understand and ease up. Almost regretfully, it seems, Coach gives one last swipe with his tongue over my own before leaving my mouth completely.

My mouth wants to follow after his, to gets those wonderfully pleasant tingles down my spine again—just once more—but my body demands air. My body wins and my lungs gasp in air for a minute; I can hear Coach doing the same thing from above me.

When my breathing has returned to normal, I dare to open my eyes to look at him. At first, I tense, not really knowing what’s going to happen, but I slowly relax as his strong, large hands move up and down my stomach, causing me to groan.

’Is it me or did I just see him smile?’ I think through the pleasure.

Before he can kiss me again—oh, please, again—I place my hands on his chest, preventing him from getting any closer. “I-I want answers, Coach,” I say to him, mind in complete control of my body for the moment.

“Willie, call me by my name. And what do you want me to answer?” he asks, seeming to be in command of his emotions and desires. I notice the order and want to obey it, even though it goes against my habit of calling him ‘Coach.’

“C—Sean, why’d you kiss me? Please, I need to know,” I am not afraid to beg for this man, no, not for this man. I will submit—willingly, lovingly, and completely—to this man. Anything he wants, I will give. Whatever he wants to do with me, I will submit and let him. I will never keep anything from this man. I will do whatever he tells me—whatever, whenever and wherever.

This is the depth of my love, my submission. For Him, and only Him.

I think He sees the truth and depth of my need to know in my eyes as they connect with His. His left hand moves to the cornrows on my head, petting them lovingly; I release a pleasurable whine and lean into the touch.

“I kissed you because you told me the truth. You love me. You want, no NEED, someone to submit to, to give yourself over to. I’m that someone and I couldn’t be happier of that fact.” He explains to me, shocking me for about the third time that night.

Slowly, my brain registers that this man—Sean Porter—has accepted my submission and cherishes it. Pure joy fills my heart, making tears fall from my eyes. I bury my head in His shoulder, crying out my relief and gratitude to Him in tears and words.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you…” it’s a never ending mantra. All He does is press me harder against Himself, still petting my hair comfortingly. After my tears have dried, my hard-on painfully reminds me of its existence.

I arch my back, trying to get closer to him, to relieve some of the pressure in my groin. “Please, Sean, please. It hurts, God, I want you. Please.” I whine/beg to Him, hoping He’ll answer me and allow me release.

I’m pushed into the bed, with Sean lying, dominatingly, over me. He places His right hand on my chocolate colored cheek and starts gently rubbing it. “As this is our first time, there are no rules. You may ask for anything and I won’t get upset. Do whatever your instincts tell you to do.” He orders me.

’Listen to my instincts? I question. Thinking about it, I do the first thing that feels right: turning my head to the left, I show my neck to Him. I hear and feel Him chuckle softly and I start to think I’ve broken the rules, even though He said there are none. My fears and anxieties fly out the window when His mouth descends to my exposed neck and He bites it playfully. My whole body spasms pleasurably and I let out a loud moan.

Sean pulls away from my neck, gently grabs my chin and places His lips over mine. I obediently open my mouth when He requests it, eyes falling shut as those familiar and addicting tingles become reacquainted with my spine.

He continues to kiss me passionately as He lifts me into a sitting position to grab both the gray short-sleeved and long-sleeved shirts to pull them over my head; our lips disconnect just long enough to get the material out of the way before they’re connected again. I shiver slightly as the cold air of the box hits my chest, but he cold air’s forgotten once Sean lays completely over me, sharing His body heat with me; trapping me between Him and bed beneath me, not that I mind.

Our lips part to gasp for air. His hands roam over my chest and back, somehow finding all my sensitive spots with one try; I can’t control my voice, my moans, sighs, gasps hisses, groans and whines fill the box, easily alerting anyone to what we’re doing.

The thought of someone finding us—taking me from Him—makes me freeze completely. Sean notices my lack of responses and asks what’s wrong.

“What if someone finds out? What if they hear us? We’ll be separated.” I say, fear creeping into my veins. Sean lifts my face so our eyes meet.

“Stop worrying. It’ll be fine.” He orders and comforts me. “No one’s around here anyway; the boys are back in the dorms. As for noise; I’m sure if you’re quiet, no one will even notice.” He says playfully, but I notice the order in His words.

“I’ll try to be quiet, but it just feels too good.” I tell Him then have to immediately stifle a moan when His fingers find my nipple, pinching and twirling it until pain and pleasure mix. My fingers grip His shirt—His shirt, I realize, not skin. Moving my hands down His back, I come to the end of the shirt, grab it and pull it up and over His head.

A sigh escapes my lips when my hands meet warm, hard, bronze skin—skin I’ve only ever dreamed about holding onto, but this is real. He is really lying above me, wanting me, accepting my submission and me. My brain stops trying to comprehend the ‘why’ and just focuses on feeling and submitting to Him; giving Him pleasure by showing my own.

He dominates another kiss, practically owning my mouth. He’s lying on top of me, but it is nowhere near close enough to be satisfying. I try to knock His arms out from under Him, but He notices and pulls away from the electrifying kiss.

My mouth once again tries to follow His, but I’m stopped as He pins me to the bed with a hand to my shoulder; the other hand is holding Him up from crushing me—which is what I want: to be pinned down by that well-chiseled body.

God, just thinking about it makes me even harder. I close my eyes and try to arch up to Him, begging Him to give me what I need.

Instead of feeling His large form cover mine, I feel His hand and body heat retreat from me. Opening my eyes wide, I see Him looming over me; fear creeps into me at the look in His eyes.

Silently, eyes locked with mine, Sean sits next to me on the bed, leaning back against the wall with His legs open, showing off a very large jean-covered bulge. I find myself unable to control my spit, or my jaw for that matter.

He smiles at my gaping mouth before motioning me to “c’mere.” Moving quickly, I stand and walk the few inches to Him, our legs touching. Doing as ordered, I follow my instincts and kneel between His legs; I’m rewarded with an encouraging and loving smile.

Without being told, I begin to massage the bulge through His pants. He releases and low moan. Becoming adventurous, I move from His bulge to the zipper of His jeans. Looking at Him for permission—which He gives—I undo the button and zipper before pulling the jeans away from His manhood. Using my mouth and hands, I start working Him through His boxers.

Encouraged by the beautiful noises He’s making and wanting to please Him, I remove His boxers and pull out His large dick. Amazement and a little bit of fear fill me at the size of His dick: it’s not really the width, but the length. I put my right hand at the base of Him and my left over that one, so they create something like a cover over His dick, and there’s STILL a few inches left!! And my hands aren’t small either.

“You like, Willie?” I hear Him ask me.

Not really thinking about what I’m saying, I reply with: “Yes, Master. This boy likes.” I hear a chuckle from above me and turn my face away from His manhood to see His laughing face. Confused, I ask: “Did this boy do something wrong, Master?”

His laughter calms down and His right hand comes to tangle itself into my hair, rubbing the scalp pleasurably. “No, you did nothing wrong. I’m just surprised you fell into that role so easily. I didn’t even think you were gay.” He explains.

“It was very difficult to hide on the outside; the other guys would kill this boy if they found out he was gay. Only one person found out; that’s how this boy ended up here.” I explain to Him. Moving my hands up and down His shaft, I say: “This boy just listened to his instincts, like you ordered him to. Do You wish for this boy to continue, Master?”

A groan and a nod are my only answers. I put my right hand on the base of Him and use my tongue to lick the head, getting my first taste of Him. I moan at His taste, so different from the other guys I’ve tasted. Pushing the thoughts of other men out of my mind, I focus on pleasuring my Master.

That thought makes me freeze for a moment. My Master. Somehow, I just can’t wrap my mind around it. Sean notices that I’m not touching Him anymore. “Willie? What’s wrong?” He asks.

Startled slightly, I answer, “Beg pardon, Master. This boy just can’t comprehend the fact that You are his Master. There have been others, but no Masters.”

Sean grabs my shoulders and pulls me away from Him as He sits straighter. “What others?” He asks, irritation lacing His voice.

Slightly afraid, I don’t say anything for a few seconds, trying to figure out how best to answer without making Him even angrier. “Master, this boy has been with others. He’s pleasured other men, but none of them have taken him.”

It seems Sean’s anger has calmed slightly at my mentioning that I’m still a virgin. “How did the other’s find out you’re gay?” He asks.

“It started when this boy got drunk and sucked off some guy, this boy can’t remember his name. Another guy, whose name this boy doesn’t want to remember, found out and threatened to tell the others of the gang. Knowing what would happen, this boy submit to the man’s will and became something of a slave to him, although this boy never thought of him as a Master. The man lent this boy out to another, that guy’s older brother found out and threatened this boy. So this boy had to take care of him, this boy failed and ended up here.” I explain to Him.

I’m surprised when Sean pulls me into a hug and whispers into my ear: “Maybe we should think of this as a good thing. I mean you did meet me.”

I wrap my arms around His neck and bury me head into His shoulder. “Yes, that’s a good thing,” I whisper to Him. Not being able to stand it any longer, I grind my hips against His, moaning as my cloth covered erection meets His. “Please, Master, I need you.”

Hearing my desperation, He grabs my hips and proceeds to grind them together while he bites and licks at my neck; I moan, whimper and cling to him at the combined sensations.

Sean pulls His lips away from my neck only to connect them with mine in an addicting kiss. After a few minutes of kissing and groping, Sean pushes me to stand and He follows. His hands slide down my sides to stop at the waist of my jeans before slowly undoing them. As they fall to the floor, I can’t help but shiver at the cold, but also in pleasure at the knowledge that He’s going to take me.

I feel hands on my covered erection and I let out an extremely loud moan as I arch up to Him. Sean plays with me through my boxers for a while before removing them. The feeling of my boxers slipping down my legs increases my anxiousness.

“Lay down on the bed, on your back.” Sean orders, as He stands back to watch me. I do as He orders and lie on my back on the bed, my erection pointing toward the sky, begging to be touched. “Spread your legs.” I do as He says, opening my legs for Him a little bit. “Wider, Willie. I want to see all of you.”

Blushing at His words, I follow His orders, hiking my legs up with the help of my hands under my knees. I hear Him let out a growl at the sight of me and blush a shade darker. I don’t move from that position, not wanting to upset Him and wait for His next orders.

“Remove your hands from under your knees but keep your legs like that.” With a little difficulty, I do as His commands but am confused on one thing.

“Master? Where do You want this boy to put his hands?” I ask of Him, my blush calming down a little.

He seems to think about it for a few seconds, but He finally says, “Take your left hand and start preparing yourself for me. The right you can put anywhere you want.”

My blush comes back at full force when He orders me to prepare myself for Him. I’m not stupid, and what I told Him earlier wasn’t a lie, I know what He’s talking about and how to do it; all the other guys have wanted me, but I’ve never let any of them take me.

But I’m letting Him; wanting Him to take me.

I move my left hand to my lips and let them in my mouth; my eyes connect with His so I can see what effect I’m having on Him; to see if He really and truly wants me. I start sucking on four of my fingers, getting them wet, knowing I’ll need as much makeshift lube as possible. I see His eyes lid a little in His lust.

I even go so far and to spit into my hand, bringing it to my virgin hole, I lather it up with my spit. I push one finger into myself, moaning at the pain it brings. My eyes close from the overload of pain and pleasure. Not waiting for myself to adjust, I plunge two more fingers in, groaning louder at the pain and slight pleasure.

Having my eyes closed, I don’t notice Sean has come over to the bed until His hand stops mine, stopping me from fucking my fingers. My eyes open to see His so close, so beautiful. He’s kneeling on the bed, just far away enough not to touch.

“You’re going to hurt yourself, Willie. I don’t want that,” He says to me, pulling my fingers out slowly; I whine at the lost, having finally gotten used to the intrusion.

“No, Master, please. This boy is fine. Please, this boy needs something in him, to fill him up. Please, Master.” I assure and beg Him at the same time. I arch up into the finger that ghosts itself over my quivering hole, whimpering as it leaves as quickly as it had come.

I see an unbelieving look cross His face and I try to think of something to reassure Him that I’m fine. Disobeying His order, I quickly move my legs down, push the top of my body up and wrap my arms around His neck.

Moaning quietly at the feeling of flesh-on-flesh, I move my head to His ear and whisper: “Master, this boy swears, he’s fine. He needs this. He needs You. Please, Master. Allow this boy the chance to show You how much he needs this.”

Sean listens to my speech, then wraps His arms around me, nuzzling into my neck as I expose it for Him. “Alright, Willie. I believe you. I’m going to prepare you,” He tells me before pushing me down onto the bed and ordering to back into position. Shivering at the thought of my Master being inside me, I obey Him, pulling my knees up to my shoulders.

He brings His hand up to my mouth and orders me to suck. Obeying, I try to get as much saliva on His fingers as possible. Probably feeling that they’re wet enough, Sean pulls His fingers from my mouth and places them at my entrance. Giving me a single look, He plunges the first finger into me; I groan quietly, His fingers are larger than my own.

The first finger doesn’t really hurt, it’s more uncomfortable. I nod to Him when He asks if I’m ready. Taking out the first, He adds the second as they enter me again. This time, I groan louder in discomfort. He pushes the fingers in and out of me, allowing me the chance to get used to the motion.

I feel His fingers curl and He hits something inside me; I cry out loudly and arch straight off the bed. The pressure of His fingers relent enough that I can think straight again. I open my eyes and see a grin on His face.

His two digits are removed from me right before being replaced with another added. The digits hit my sweet spot dead-on causing me to whimper, groan, arch and beg. I must be too loud because He places the hand that’s not inside me on my mouth to muffle the sounds.

I grip the hand covering my mouth in an attempt to both: keep it there and in the need to hold onto something. I feel His fingers begin to scissor inside of me, stretching me more before pulling out completely.

Opening my eyes, I look into His, patiently waiting for Him to take me; no matter how hard my dick gets or how much pain I’m in, He’s in control. He decides when to take me; I can only hope it’s soon.

I think He notices my desperate and begging eyes, because He takes the hand that prepared me, spits several times in it and then lubricates His manhood. Guiding Himself to my entrance, He locks eyes with me before pushing the head in. I grip my leg and His hand over my mouth, muffled groaning noises escape at the pain His penetrations brings.

“Relax, Willie. You need to relax, or I’ll hurt you even more.” Sean says with a slight hitch in His voice. Nodding to Him, I start taking deep breaths, forcing my body to obey His command because I need to obey Him, even when it goes against my body’s reactions.

I’m allowed a moment to adjust and then He pushes all the way inside, somehow hitting my prostate directly. I loose control of my voice and scream, thankful His hand’s still muffling my noises, as my whole body arches completely off the bed, inadvertently pushing Him deeper into me.

We both sit like that for a minute, just getting used to the feeling of being connected. I still half believe that I’m in an amazingly real dream—but that fantasy’s dying with every second He’s here with me, in me.

A movement from His hand makes me open my eyes and look questioningly at Him. After He nods to His hand, then moves it some more, I finally understand that He wants His hand back. Giving a small kiss to the palm, I reluctantly release His hand.

Sean places the newly freed hand next to my head in order to steady Himself on top of me. My skin tingles as it connects with His and there’s stiffness in my legs as they’re pinned between my body and His, my knees on His shoulders. I don’t move my hands from my legs, even though they’re pinned between our bodies, simply because He ordered me to keep them there.

Somehow, this new position pushes Him even further into me; unrelenting pressure against my prostate makes me loose control of my voice and about ready to come before He even moves.

Suddenly, the feeling of fullness is gone, replaced with emptiness; I whine at the loss, but soon, my whine turns into half a scream as He thrusts inside, once again hitting my prostate with deadly accuracy.

He repeats the process; each even thrust getting faster and faster. I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure that I can barely form coherent sentences. All I can do is keep myself open for Him and enjoy the ride.

Soon though, I feel my release sneak up on me. Not knowing what to do, I try to hold it off until He allows me release. My plan is thwarted, however, when I feel His hand grab my dick and begin to pump. I cry out weakly for Him not to, but He must not have heard me or didn’t acknowledge my statement.

With His hand pumping my dick, the pleasure builds even faster. All I can think about is His large, wonderfully hard dick pushing in and out of me, relentlessly abusing my prostate and His hand on my painfully hard manhood.

“Come for me, Willie. Come.” Sean whispers to me. I don’t know how I heard Him over my own pleasure-filled cries, but I did. Obeying Him, I let go and the next thing I know, I feel like I’m flying.

I distantly feel His hand come up to muffle my ecstasy-filled scream as I cum, my semen covering both our chests. My back arches at an impossible angle and my fingernails leave crescent-shaped marks on my legs.

My orgasm feels like it will never end, but eventually it does, leaving me completely exhausted. I’m barely able to keep my hands on my legs, they’re so limp. Every limb feels like jelly. I can barely feel anything, but I can feel one thing; it takes a few seconds for my brain to actually realize that my ass feels so empty.

Opening my eyes half-way, I look up to see Sean, standing at the edge of the bed, leering down at me. In post-orgasmic bliss, I smile up at Him, slightly unnerved when all I get in response is a smirk.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum, Willie, you know that? You did so well, too. Cumming when I told you to. I’m so proud of you.” He affectionately says to me, making pride swell within my chest at being able to please Him.

“This boy is happy he could please You, Master. He thanks You for Your words.” I say when I can finally get my mouth to form the words. “May this boy put his legs down, Master?” I ask and see Him nod. Gratefully, I remove my hands from under my knees and lay my legs down on the bed.

After I’m lying fully on the bed, I see He hasn’t cum yet. “Master? Please forgive this boy for asking, but why have You not achieved release? Was this boy not good enough for You? Did he do something wrong?” I ask, worried that I’ve upset Him somehow or did something wrong to hinder His release.

I see concern mixed with rage flash across His face. He grabs my hands and pulls me into a sitting position; I groan slightly at the discomfort from my ass. Letting go of my hands, Sean not so gently grabs my chin, locking His angry eyes with mine.

“Willie, you will NEVER think that you are not good enough. You hear me? NEVER!” He doesn’t actually yell, but says it very forcefully. Meekly and a little scared, I nod to Him. Seeing my assent, He calms significantly, His touch becoming gentler.

I feel His hands begin to gently rub my cheeks and I lean into them. I see a little smile spread across His face. “Willie, you were wonderful. You did nothing wrong, I just didn’t want to cum yet.” He explains to me. Against my better judgment, I release a huge sigh, tension leaving my body.

He chuckles, but sobers quickly. I see a grin that promises pain and tons of pleasure, cross His face. “Are you ready to go another round?”

It takes me a moment to understand what He’s talking about, but when I do, I can’t help but shiver at the pure raw need in His voice.

’He needs me. He wants me.’ I think, still amazed that this wonderful man would choose me; accept me. Realizing that I haven’t answered Him, I quickly think about it: have that wonderfully huge, hard dick inside me again; to feel the mind-blowing orgasm again…”Hell yeah,” I say without thinking about it.

I hear Him laugh, and I hurriedly recognize my mistake. I begin to apologize, but He stops me by placing a finger over my lips. “Its okay, Willie. Being eager is nothing to be ashamed of. I actually find it kind of cute that you want me inside you again so fast.” He says, comforting but then I hear His voice take on more of a playful tone.

Focusing on what He said, I blurt out: “Oh yes! Master, please!” I can feel my dick start to harden at just the thought of Him being inside me again.

I hear Him laugh again before gently touching my hardening dick. I moan and jump towards Him slightly. His hand stays on my dick, while its partner comes up to gently cup my neck, leaning my head backwards so He can kiss me so completely. Those tingles I’d almost forgotten about reacquaint themselves once again with my spine.

Sean coerces my tongue to play with His, which I happily accept, the noise I make clearly showing off my current mood. We spend a few minutes just kissing, occasionally breaking apart to gasp for air before diving right back in. His hand keeps stroking my dick through our kissing, making me create all those noises that I think He likes.

He pulls me into a standing position, turns us around before falling onto the bed, me atop Him. I’m positioned so that I’m straddling His waist, my hands on His shoulders in order to steady myself. I moan as I feel His hard dick against my ass-cheeks. I grind back against Him, both of us groaning at the pleasure.

“Spit in your hand a few times and lube me up, Willie.” He orders. I do as He orders, shivering as I hear Him moan lowly when my hand touches Him. After I feel He’s lubed enough, I move my hand back to His shoulder. I try to keep my balance as He grabs my hips and lifts me over His dick. We lock our eyes as He enters me in one thrust, gravity helping Him.

I whimper the slightest bit in pain, but don’t want to close my eyes, unless I miss the beautiful sight of His bliss-filled face. ’God, if I knew this was what He looked like as he enters me, I would have initiated this a lot sooner.’ I think to myself.

He sits inside me again, giving me time to adjust, but I don’t want to. Using my own strength and leverage, I push my body up before immediately plunging back down on Him; I almost scream as my abused prostate is abused even more.

“God, so beautiful, Willie. So tight, too. Damn.” He says/moans. His hands tighten on my hips, leading me in my continued bouncing on His dick.

We continue for a few minutes, the pleasure growing and growing as He hits my prostate straight on every time. I can’t control my voice or anything else, really. He’s doing most of the work; holding me up while He thrusts into me. In the back of my mind, I feel bad for making Him do all the work when He put me into the position to decide how this coupling should happen.

He sits up, making me wrap my arms around His neck, my head thrown back as my back arches. With His head near my ear, I can clearly hear His voice as He speaks.

“Come for me, Willie.” Gladly willing to obey, I let go and experience the second-best orgasm of my life.

This time properly: I can feel His seed burn my ass from the inside out.

Finally, I come down from my orgasm high. Exhaustedly, I hang my head on His shoulder, panting for breath. I can hear Him panting as well and I feel a sense of accomplishment and pride that I pleased my Master so well.

When our breaths even out, He falls back onto the bed, His dick almost falls out of me but I clench my muscles around it, desperate to keep it inside. I think He realizes this, because He carefully lies on the bed, me wrapped in His large arms with Him still inside me.

I nuzzle into the warmth of His chest, exhaustion winning as I slip into sleep. Just before I fall asleep, though, I hear Him say:

“You and me could write a bad romance”
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Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed this little glimpse inside my messed up mind. I’m undecided if I should add a ‘Information’ page for this. If anyone has any questions and would like the informational page, please leave a comment saying so.

Of course, it would be wonderful if you would leave a comment anyway. Flames shall be read, laughed at and used to destroy the world.

Merci! Arigato! Thank you!
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