Double Deception

Hello, all!

You’re all probably wondering who I am and why I’m writing this. You’re probably thinking, ‘This guy’s weird; let’s ignore whatever he says.’ If you’re not, more power to you. And, if you are, then you can just go away; I hate hypocrites like you.

The reason as to why I’m writing this is because of the urgings of my psychiatrist and my boyfriend. My psychiatrist says it’s therapeutic to put down things that you find ‘life-altering’ and what’s more life-altering than finding your hearts desire?

But why am I explaining things to you when you can simply see for yourself. It all began a couple of years ago in my freshman year at college…

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I was walking with one of my friends, Kristy Rampart, a bubbly person with dyed, bright green hair and dancing brown eyes, to our Astronomy class, pointedly ignoring the weird looks we were getting. Well, the looks I could understand; who wouldn’t stare if they saw the brightest person they’d ever seen (and by that I mean personality wise) walking alongside their school’s darkest Goth (I. E. me). We really didn’t care, though; we didn’t conform to clicks or stuff like that. We hung out with whomever we wanted, whenever we wanted. It wasn’t like our parent’s really cared, especially mine…

A tapping on my shoulder brought my out of my not-so-rare morbid thoughts and had me focusing on Kristy’s scowling (pouting) face. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” She asked, her voice carrying a hint of a growl.

Rewinding the moments, I replied, “You were talking about your latest girlfriend and how good she is in bed.” I couldn’t continue after that, my face was just to hot from embarrassment. I’ve never really been comfortable with talking with her about her lovers. It wasn’t that I thought it was wrong; it would be hypocritical of me if I did. I’ve just never been comfortable with lesbians. Not that that is a bad thing; I work at a gay club, after all.

She sighed, knowing I had gotten her yet again. Thank you photographic memory and its ability to remember everything I hear, see and taste! “One of these days,” she vowed, “I will catch you slipping.”

I gave her a small smirk, but didn’t say anything. We walked for a little more when she stopped me again by way of standing in front of me. “You still don’t have a boyfriend, do you?” She took my obvious blush as a yes. “Why not? Trust me, Blake, with your looks, I could have people begging just to be in my presence. I mean, look at you! The way your fire-red hair stays just-out-of-bed tousled, the constant half-hidden blue eyes of yours that remind me of a thunderstorm…God, boy! Even the gothic make-up only enhances the looks! The fact that you haven’t even taken advantage of this only drives up your cuteness factor.” She suddenly got a wicked smirk that looked just wrong on her. “I bet you’ve never even had sex before, have you?”

I stared at her for a while and said quietly, “Yes, I have.” I walked around her and continued on my way, my head bent.

She came up behind me and gave me one of her patented bear hugs. “I’m sorry, B. I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t count that incident as your first time; a first time has to be with someone you love, someone who’ll cherish you…like one of the Steele twins?”

“Can we get to class? I don’t want to be late for the first day,” I quietly reminded her instead of answering the question of my obvious crush…es. Kristy, the Steele twins and I had gone to the same junior and high school and now we would be going to the same community college, which was not a good thing for my libido.

We finally got to our class just five minutes before the bell would ring and, much to my horror and Kristy’s match-making delight, the Steele twins were in this class too. Someone up above had to hate me; that was the only way this could be happening to me. Was this karma that was seeking its revenge? Or maybe I’d angered a deity or spirit accidentally. Whichever it was, I knew I wouldn’t survive the day.

As I moved to sit down next to Kristy, someone placed their hand on my shoulder, causing me to jump and spin around hurriedly, where I came face-to-face with an apologetic looking Michael Steele.

“Sorry, dude; didn’t mean to startle you again.” He had surprised me once in high school and, as a result, spent a week talking in a high-pitched voice.

I slowly released my breathe and glared at him. I hated people coming up behind me and he damn well about that fact! “Can I help you with something, Michael?” I gritted out, still quiet.

He sighed wearily. “How many times I gotta tell ya to call me Mike, B? We’ve only known each other for, what, seven-eight years?”

“I’ll…think about it,” I told him. “What do you need?”

“Just wanted to say I’m happy to see ya in class. You usually ditch the first day.”

“I would have,” I sighed before glaring half-heartedly at Kristy, who grinned cheekily, “if someone hadn’t have woken me up by entering my apartment with her key.”

Michael grinned broadly at Kristy, causing a wave of jealousy to wash through and out of me. I had no time for jealousy. “Nice, dudette! What did ya use? Water bucket? Pinching of the nose?”

“Put ice cubes down his shorts,” she answered frankly, much to my embarrassment.

That sent him laughing and he left with a wave, obviously to go tell his twin. I caught Derrik’s eye and exchanged a small nod with him and turned to growl at Kristy.

“Did you have to tell him that?! I’m embarrassed enough as it is without you adding to it!”

“Oh, chill. Like anyone can tell you’re blushing with all that make-up on!” She retorted, waving away my protest as usual. I swear, the only person who ever took me seriously were the teacher’s and my psychiatrist!

With a growl, I slumped down gracefully into my seat as the bell tolled. …Great, morbid moment number two for the day. What I wouldn’t give to go back and rewrite my history!

As the class got rolling, I was studiously taking notes and one of the few people who didn’t fight sleep during the movie, even if the narrator had the voice that could put anyone to sleep. For a first class, we did a lot. Class ended sooner than I expected and it was on to my next class…Swimming Skills.

I love swimming; I love playing in the water. I always have, ever since I was little. There was just something about the feel of being able to move in any direction you want that made it a fantasy. It was as close to being able to fly as I was willing to get. But, still, I loved being able to swim and this class was my only opportunity for now. I didn’t live anywhere near a pool, so this made it kinda hard to bear.

Even as I drifted on Cloud 9, my senses told me that the objects of my affection were right behind me, along with the fact that Kristy was keeping pace with me…still. “Don’t you have a different class next?” I asked.

“I do; it’s near the pool, though, so I’m walking with you to ask, once again, how the hell you know which one’s Michael and which one’s Derrik.”

I shrugged helplessly; in truth, even I didn’t know. I just…knew. Call it a latent gift, but I could tell the…hot, steamy black-haired, emerald-green eyed boys apart. Michael, I knew, was a jock to the nth degree. He absolutely loved all types of sports from football to basketball to badminton to swimming. Any physical activity and he could do it and make it look like an art, but he was cool in the way that he never bragged about that fact. He was always willing to help other’s get the hang of it; that didn’t mean he wouldn’t tease and play jokes. He was not only the class jock, but also the class clown. He had the cutest dimples when he laughed, too…

Derrik…now, he’s an out-of-the-ball-park one. Where Michael’s more toned and beefy, Derrik’s got a more…smoother look to him, much like a cat (I love cats, by the way!). He had this predatory walk and gaze that had many a person enthralled, including me. He was about a smidge taller than Michael and more reserved. He and I shared a fascination with the literary and aquatic world. Another key difference, in my opinion, was that, while Michael wore loose, baggy clothes similar to a surfer, Derrik was a leather person, leaving nothing to the imagination, much to my wet-dreams pleasure. But a trait he shared with his twin was his penchant for teasing, trust me. He’d done it to me on numerous occasions.

And, a last redeeming quality that they both shared…they were both romantics at heart.

Swimming class went as expected: Michael challenged me to a race of endurance, to see who could keep swimming longer. I had immediately agreed. Now, you’d think, ‘He’s too small. He’s gonna lose.’ True, while I may not be tall, I wasn’t short, only about 5’ 10”, perfectly respectable height. And a bonus in my favor, if you think about it. If you’re taller, you have more mass to move and the weight and pressure is increased, thus tiring you out faster. In other words, I handed Michael’s ass to him, again.

I noticed that, in the heat of our race, we were the last one’s left in the pool, so I waited for Michael to go into the locker rooms and stayed in the pool, lazily swimming back and forth for about five minutes before climbing out, hating the fact that my swimming shirt clung to my body. But, it was the only way to keep them from knowing about…

A shiver raced across my body, having nothing to do with chill factor. …Well, maybe a little, so I entered the locker room to find it empty…but, if it was empty, why was I hearing moans of…My face heated and sky-rocketed to a million degrees. Someone was having sex in such a public place?! I looked at my arm, half-expecting steam to come off of it from the heat.

Glancing into one of the cubicles used for changing, my eyes nearly popped out at the sight of Michael giving…Derrik?! A blow job?!?! While, I must admit I was embarrassed, this was an incredibly hot sight to see and hear, especially with the sounds of encouragement Derrik was making. I nearly backed away when Derrik opened his eyes and stared at me with a smirk that said plainly, ‘You’re enjoying this as much as I am and I know you are, so why not join us?’ That was when I took a step back, shook my head, turned tail and padded away, but not far enough so that I couldn’t hear parts of their conversation.

“…catch us?”

“Yeah and…looked…”

I heard one of them groan loudly and decided it was time to change and get out of there. Lucky for me this was my last class for the morning. I grabbed my clothes and entered a cubical, shucking my shirt off. I was almost glad to be rid of it; the feel of it wet was like cold fingers sticking to my skin. Yuck! I nearly pushed my swim trunks down when I felt a hand ghost over my back.

For the second time that day, I jumped and turned, banging my arms and legs on the cubical walls. It was Derrik this time and the look in his eyes was almost…pitying? This time, my flush was more from anger than embarrassment.

“I don’t want your pity,” I growled at him before he could start.

He arched an eyebrow at me and said, “I wasn’t going to give you anything of the nature, my friend. I was merely going to inquire about those-”

“You don’t need to know about them,” I snapped, catching him by surprise. This was the first time I’d ever interrupted him; he knew I didn’t like to be rude.

He pulled out some sunglasses from his shirt pocket and slipped them on. My mind automatically catalogued his loose button-up navy blue shirt that hung over a pair of dark-blue-almost-black leather pants and black combat boots. Over one shoulder was a black leather jacket, probably the one he was always wearing. “Very well; if that is what you want, I’ll keep it in mind. My original goal was to inquire as to whether or not you would wish to…join us in our next romp.”

I SO wanted to say, ‘Fuck yes!’ but I was still to angry at him for seeing…them. “I don’t think so,” I told him instead. “If you would, please, leave. I wish to get dressed.” He quirked his eyebrow again and leaned against the door panel, effectively telling me that he was going to watch. If it wasn’t for the fact that these doors swung outwards, I’d slam it in his face.

Furiously, I turned my back and removed my trunks, wringing them and my shirt of any excess water before dropping them on a rail and grabbing my towel. Drying myself off, I pointedly ignored the moans and whispered, “You’re killing me,” from behind me. Pervert! Sadistic voyeur!

Quick as a flash, I was finished and dressed. Putting my stuff into my bag I used for them alone, I paused and turned on Derrik, who had walked right behind me. “I’ve got just one thing to say,” I told him and, before he could inquire, knocked him on his ass with a punch. Rubbing my knuckles, I continued, “Don’t ever do that again.”

Turning, I walked out, ignoring the fact that I had silently added, ‘without my permission.’ Gods, I was sick!

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Weeks passed and I’d fallen into a routine, which I really hate doing. I’d go to class, do the notes, ignore the twins, go swimming, continue ignoring the twins and head home and start the process all over again. My luck was so great that it hated me; the twins were in each and every single one of my classes. What were the chances of that happening, huh? Add your own amount of sarcasm to that, just so you know. And then the gods pulled the ultimate kicker in our English class. Our teacher had assigned us to groups of three and guess what? You got it; I got paired up with the twins! As she started describing the assignment, I just sunk down in my seat, wishing for something to come and kill me where I sat. I swear, even the teacher was out to get me, especially with that wicked gleam in her eyes.

Michael and Derrik sat on both sides of me, wearing identically smug grins that quickly vanished at my glare.

Michael cleared his throat. “Well, dude, look’s like we’re partners for this little outing. How do you feel about studying Robert Frost?”

I shared a glance with Derrik and we said simultaneously, “We’re doing Edgar Allen Poe.” No offense to Mr. Frost, but he just is not morbid enough to hold my interest for this project. Besides, I’m a specialist when it comes to Poe. No one can stump my knowledge on the master of the macabre.

Michael held up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright. Fine; we’ll do Poe. Just don’t jump me together again, okay? You guys are freakin’ creepy when you do that.”

I snorted in vague amusement. “Now you know how we ‘normal people’ feel when you and Derrik do it or whenever you finish each others sentences.” I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me at the put-upon look on Michael’s face. Dear gods above, I was falling in love with them both all over again. My life was going straight to hell.

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As the class rolled to a stop, we agreed to hold a study session later that night at the twin’s apartment. Bidding them a hasty farewell, I couldn’t help the giddy feeling in my stomach as I escaped to my car. Sliding into my precious white car, I let the goofy grin that had been wanting to appear on my face show, not really caring if anyone saw me and I ruined my tough-Goth reputation.

Still…there was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, like there was something I was missing. Wanting to verify it, I got home and immediately opened up the chest at the bottom of my bed. It was an antique thing, reputed to be dated from the dark ages in history. That’s King Arthur’s time, for those that need a little more. Pushing past the clothes and various books in there, I came to what I was looking for: My Deck.

As I reverently took it out, I once again took in the wooden box it was held in, a gift from my late grandfather. It had been in the St. Keyne family for ages, past from one offspring to the next, only ever given to one who could appreciate the hidden world that echoed around us.

If you really want a more detailed description, fine. Some members of my family, no matter what era, have been fascinated with the occult and objects linked to them, like my Deck. It was a fairly standard tarot deck…if you didn’t notice the fact that, every time I put it away, the card I had left on top was different each and every time when I pulled it back out. Kinda spooky, right? Family legends say that the deck always knows what it is the owner is wanting to ask and, I’ve found, that the top card is always, somehow, involved in the spread.

Looking at the top card, I couldn’t help the blush that was on my face: The Lovers. Hoo boy; that did not sound like a good thing for my virginity…or whatever remained of it… I shook my head, dispelling such thoughts and focused on the cards.

My question: What did the twins have in store for me?

I did a basic three card spread, Past, Present and Future. The first card, Past, was Death upside down; losses and tragedies. That was true, but it also meant a reemergence and strengthening, a continuation of self, whether upside down or right side up. For the second card, Present, The Lovers, again upside down; frustration and division. That was most definitely true. So far, not a happy bunch. Praying silently, I placed the third card, Future, down and released a sigh of relief: The Chariot upright; vitality and compromises. A meeting of half-way.

Resisting the urge to dance around in joy, I gathered the cards up carefully and placed them back in their container. Just as I was about to close it, I could have sworn…no, it was impossible. But…then again, weirder things have happened.

Going to my closet, my mind drifted and thought continuously about the fact that the person on The Chariot had given me a conspiratorial wink. Can you say, creepy? This wasn’t the first time they’d done something like this, though. The first time I remember them doing something like this was back when I’d first entered junior high. I’d recently gotten the cards as a birthday present and, being the naïve little kid that I was, thought that they could solve all my problems.

See, at that time, my father was…um, well, how should I put this? He wasn’t abusing me, ‘cause this goes way beyond abuse. I guess it was a combination of that and sexual harassment. My father…was into blood play, which would account for the scars on my back that Derrik had seen. Didn’t matter that I was his only son; all that mattered was that I was there, he was in need of satiation, and I couldn’t fight him. You can guess what happened after that, so I won’t go into details.

Any who, I had asked the cards when an appropriate time to turn him in would be. They told me to wait, so I waited for a year, checking with them twice a month. Finally, I knew why they had said to wait; the Rampart’s were looking for another child to adopt;. So, after checking to see that they wanted me to go and waiting until my father was asleep, I crept out of the house and biked my way to Child Services, showed them the signs of abuse, got him arrested and sent to jail for life and moved in with the Ramparts. After that, if I ever had a question, I would always turn to my cards and, so far, they’ve never led me astray. Hopefully, as I pulled on a form-fitting black shirt over some loose khakis, they would keep me from going insane yet again.

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Exiting my apartment, which I had rented with the money earned from my aquatic zoo-helper job, I checked to see that I had everything that I’d need: Spare paper, check; pens and pencils, check…how did a condom get into my items? Probably my subconscious telling me that tonight might be my night, so I just left it there. Why embarrass myself out in public? Making sure I also had my book on Poe, I climbed into my car and sped off to the twins house, using the directions they gave me.

After twenty minutes of travel, at least five of which I spent lost, I parked outside the twins’ house, astonished at the sheer size of it. It had to be at least…three stories tall. How they could afford this sort of building alone is WAY beyond me.

Taking a deep breathe, I walked up to the door and rung the doorbell. After two minutes of waiting, I heard the pounding of feet inside and was surprised when the door suddenly flew open to reveal Michael, who promptly pulled me into a giant bear hug.

“Blake! You’re here, you’re here, you’re here!” He shouted happily, making me wonder who was stupid enough to give him sugar. At least, that’s what I think I wondered, but I could be wrong, since there was very little oxygen getting to my brain.

“Michael, release him before he faints,” I distantly heard Derrik order Michael and, before I could brace myself, I was on the ground, gasping for breath. I gave the great lug a half-hearted glare, which he had the decency to blush under.

“I’m so sorry, Blake. Please, forgive me!” He pleaded, giving me his best puppy-dog eyes, the ones that usually have my eye twitching and smacking him…oh, wait, I just did that. Cradling his head, he moaned, “Owww.”

Derrik just laughed and pulled me up off the ground. “that’s what you get, brother mine, for being an idiot. Then again, that’s you usual state of mind, isn’t it?” He teased, making Michael pout.

Rolling my eyes, I decided to get things back on track. “Um, hello? Paper, writing, due soon? Ring a bell? No? Then I’m leaving.” As I turned to leave, I felt two hands grab my shoulders.

“Brother, I do believe he is being foolish.”

“Oh, I do agree, brother. I believe we must…correct that.”

Now, I’m not usually one who worries easily, but, just by the tones of their voices, I could tell I wasn’t going to like what they’d do next.

…Much to my surprise, I actually did. See, they had spun me around and had initiated a three-way kiss. Eyes widening, I couldn’t bring myself to participate, no matter how hot my body was or how their very presence could send me up into the sky. Finally, when they were about to pull away, I pushed forward and claimed…Michael’s lips and completely dominated him. I heard Derrik laugh and shivered when his tongue licked my ear and his lips pressed against the hollow of my shoulder.

“Well, well, well,” Derrik purred seductively. “Would you look at this? Our little Goth is all hot and bothered by just a little kiss. How…cute.”

If it weren’t for the fact that Michael had his arms wrapped around me and his lips sealed to mine, I would SO punch Derrik smirk (it’s obviously there) off his…handsome face. Oh ye gods, I’m sinking fast…and was that someone’s hand on my ass? ……Yep, that’s definitely a hand on my ass. …At least, I hope it’s just a hand.

When I released Michael’s mouth from the kiss (which he had actually dominated towards the end), I could swear steam was just radiating off of me.

“You have a hot little mouth, B. You’d make an excellent little cock-sucker.”

My body stilled and I vaguely heard Derrik curse. Did he just…? Did he really just…say that? I saw red. Calmly, carefully, I pushed his arms away from my body and, before he could retaliate, I punched him in the face, stunning him and did a roundhouse kick to the chest, sending him flying. Sometimes, being a 2nd degree purple belt is a good thing.

But, much to my deep annoyance, before I could storm out of the house, my arm was caught and I was spun around to face Derrik, with my fist curled and positioned if he did something equally stupid.

His grip went from stopping to soothing as it ran up and down my arm. “I’m sorry for that, B,” he whispered sincerely. “I’ve told him he can’t say that sort of things to you that he does to his many hookers and whores.”

I sneered at Michael in disgust as he moaned. “So, I was nothing but a fuck-toy to him. Figures.” I wanted to cry; I wanted to cry so much right now. One of the few people I thought would never hurt me…had.

Derrik pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair soothingly. I couldn’t hold them back, so I let them fall out silently, pathetically. He held me for what seemed like eternity, but was more likely ten minutes. When I got my tears under control, I was embarrassed at my weakness and the fact that I’d gotten his shirt wet.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“Shhh, don’t be. I’m here for you, so don’t be embarrassed. I won’t tell anyone your moment of weakness.” He cradled my head close and whispered into my ear, “I love you.”

My eyes widened and shuttered as he tenderly kissed my cheek, my chin and eventually my lips. Whereas Michael had dominated me, Derrik treasured me, inviting me to participate in this action of passion. It was enough of a difference that my heart, a thing I thought long dead and desiccated, shouted out, ‘I love you! I want you!’

Breaking the kiss gently, he pulled me to the stairs, but, when I made to go up, he just shook his head with a smile and pulled me downwards, into the basement. Okay, so right at this point, I’m confused, but you are too, right?

Well, much to my further surprise, the basement was actually filled with a huge wide pool and Jacuzzi. Now, how they could get a pool down here, I don’t think I’ll ever know and, quite frankly, I don’t really WANT to know…why Derrik was taking off his shirt.

“Um, Derrik? W-What are y-y-you doing?” I asked with a trembling smile.

“Getting ready to get into the pool, of course,” he said with that teasing smile of his.

“I-I c-c-c-can see th-that,” I stuttered as his shirt and pants dropped to the floor. Blushing brightly, I turned away to preserve some of his modesty…if he had any to begin with. “W-Why n-not w-w-wear a sw-sw-swim suit?”

“I didn’t bring one down, silly boy,” he breathed into my ear, causing a shiver of delight to pass over my body and, when he pushed a rather impressive erection against me, I felt like I could heat the sun. “I see you didn’t bring one either. How…exciting.”

I felt him push his hands up underneath my shirt, running the pads of his fingers lightly over my heated skin to eventually start toying with my nipples, which became hard as pebbles in seconds. He rubbed them for a few more minutes, alternating between gentle caresses to brutal pinches, while his other hand dived past my waistband, into my pants to caress my growing erection.

“Like that, do you?” He whispered into my ear as I moaned throatily. “Good; ‘cause I plan on making you mine tonight. Now, undress.” When I began to hurriedly remove my clothes, he stopped me and said, “No, make me moan; make me regret what my brother did to you.”

So, with a small grin of amusement, I began to slowly, inch by inch, I pulled up my shirt to reveal my body to his eyes, growing harder as I heard his delectable moans of pleasure echo through the room. With a careless flick, I dropped my shirt to the floor and glided over to him confidently (which I wasn’t actually feeling) and pulled him into a searing kiss. Now, one-handed, I released the button on my pants, slid down my fly and stepped out of them. Bending down, but never breaking the kiss, I untied the laces of my boots and tossed them away, standing as naked as he was.

He slid his arms around me and pulled me into the Jacuzzi, his mirth being made obvious as I (did NOT) squeak in surprise.

“Did you just squeak?” He asked with a smirk. I shook my head negatively and he chuckled before running a hand up and down my sides. “Oh, I think you did, lover. I think…I make you nervous.”

“N-No.” There it was again, that damn stutter. My me?

“Ah, but a think I do. Especially when I do…this.” He grabbed my throbbing erection and slowly toyed with the top with his thumb, his fingers spread apart as they glided over me.

I shuddered and leaned into his touch, moaning for more. Gods, but I wanted him. He was everything I wanted to be; funny, smart, handsome, strong…unbroken.

Just as I was getting into the moment, his other hand began to trace the scars on my back, making me freeze in terror. Would they disgust him? Repel him? Did he want nothing to do with me?

“Lover, these carry so much anger and sorrow,” he told me, confusing me. Scars carry…emotions? “They aren’t badges to be hidden, but are signs of living through hardships, of surviving everything the world throws at you. You are a beautiful creature. And you are mine.”

I heard the possessive tone in his voice, but, instead of rebelling against it (which I normally would do), I glorified in the fact that someone wanted me enough to claim me.

“Yours,” I whispered, looking into his eyes, seeing the dominant male satisfaction.

“Good,” he purred. “Now, why don’t we get down to business, shall we?” Without waiting for a reply, he pulled me into the water before gently pushing into me.

I arched into his touch, panting as he began to slowly thrust first one finger, then two, then three and finally four. I knew the fourth was necessary; he was a thick man, whereas I wasn’t nearly as such. We were the same length, 7”, but he was definitely thicker.

Gently removing his fingers and ignoring my whines of displeasure, he guided me onto him, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure. I rested my head against his shoulder, delighting in the mixture of pain and pleasure before he finally rested me all the way on his length.

“Ride me,” he ordered me and, thinking about what he meant, pulled myself up and pushed down at a steady pace. Oh gods, that felt good! I did it again and, somehow, when I pushed down, I felt him brush a nerve and white stars danced in front of my eyes. I wanted that again, so I did it, this time at a faster rate.

When his restraint finally snapped, he brutally gripped my hips and began thrusting into me, his pace excruciating and damn too good for it to be right. After the constant assault on my prostrate, I think, I could feel my body tighten and white jets of cum began to pulse out of me, splattering all the way up my chest.

Involuntarily, my muscles squeezed around him and, after three more thrusts, pulsed into me, soothing the aches inside. Collapsing against the side of the tub, he stroked my still quivering body and turned on the jets, massaging away the aches in both of us.

After half an hour past, I finally was conscious enough to ask the question that had been niggling the back of my mind. “You did this to get out of doing the report tonight, didn’t you?” When he gave me a sheepish look, I cracked my knuckles and told him one word: “Run.” And run he did, buck-naked and scared, running as if the hounds of hell were on his heels. And they were, in the form of an angry me.

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So, there you go. How I got my boyfriend of two years now and how I got over my…past. I just have one piece of advise for you readers: Always have sex in a Jacuzzi. It’s fun! ;)

Well, see ya!

~Blake