Great Expectations - page 5

Of course, he came back but not until 5 days after what happened to us. When he dropped by, it was too quick. He said, 'I forgot something.' and I handed him his phone. He immediately took off. He came back, after sending a quick text, and then we just found ourselves in the same couch, with me devouring his packed meat while he was enjoying the feeling of having his dick sucked.

It happened not just once, twice, nor thrice. It happened almost everyday after workout. He'd insist on giving me a ride home. To compensate his 'effort', I'd suck his dick until he cums...

One time, we had a minor fight over where he should cum. I feel violated, somehow, when someone cums on my face or my mouth, especially without asking my permission. So when he gives me that look that his balls are about to burst in cum, I immediately take it out of my mouth and grab a towel for him. He resisted, pulling my head closer to his cock, expecting me to follow whatever it is he wanted me to do. I refused, asking him for a little respect, which he eventually denied. He walked out that night and I expected that that was the end of out short-lived affair.

I realized I spoke too soon when he talked to me at the gym one time.

'Hi.'
I just nodded.
'How have you been?'
I didn't answer the question and pretended I was panting. I was on the treadmill.
'I'm a jerk, you know?'
'Yes, you are.'
'I'm sorry.'
I was silent.
'I said I'm sorry.'

The treadmill stopped after my 30-minute scheduled cardio. I was panting, sweating. I refused to look at his face because I don't know what to say or what to do or how to react.

'Kai, I don't know what's happening right now. I don't know what's been happening... you know what I mean. But I'm sorry...'

And right then, I pretended to tie my shoelaces, looked up and whispered something to myself...

'Oh crap.'

Great Expectations - page 4

Days passed before I had the courage to text Victor. There were so many things I wanted to tell him. First of all, I wanted to apologize for what happened, even though I thought there was nothing to apologize for. He never showed any kind of resistance while I was sucking his cock. He even seemed to enjoy what he was getting.

But I had to accept the fact that I did take advantage of him. He was drunk and helpless and he only got sober and reenergized after realizing what had happened--after he came on my face and chest. It was a moment I anticipated but I was also afraid of what would ensue. Will he hate me? Will he even talk to me about it?

After several 7 call attempts and several unanswered text messages, I surrendered to the fact that I may never see him again. Or that I may never even get to talk to him about what happened...

..that is until he showed up at my apartment at 2 am on a Thursday.

'Hi...' I was nervous. He just stood there, looking at me.
'Mm..' He didn't say a word. He mumbled something I couldn't understand.

I asked him to come inside. I was ready for the whole talk and I was also ready to face the fact that I might get beaten by an angry straight guy that night.

'Do--you want anything? Beer? Juice? Cola....I--'
'Beer. Yeah, beer.'

I grabbed two bottles. We sat on the couch. He kept staring at my TV, trying to avoid looking at me. I didn't know how to start the conversation.

'Listen... I..'
'What the fuck was that about?'
'I know... I know... I shouldn't have.. I know..'
'What do you mean?'
'I shouldn't have taken advantage of you. I'm REALLY sorry Victor.. I didn't..'
'Of course..'
'No, no. I don't know what to say. I mean you can punch me in the face right now, you can hurt me or something I'm so sorry Victor.'

He then stood up, drank from his bottle before he put it on the center table. He had an angry look on his face so I braced myself for what was about to happen. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, anticipating a painful hit on my cheeks or jaws, or worse, a perfect black eye on my face.

'Victor, I'm telling you man, I'm...I'm really'

Before I could finish, he unbuttoned his pants and out came his big cock. It was already hard and was hungry to be sucked. Wait, did he want me to put it in his mouth? Was I dreaming?

He pulled my head to his crotch and then, I started sucking him, slowly, then I went faster. He bent his knees in pleasure but he tried not to moan. He was trying to resist the feeling of having a tongue play with his foreskin and head and the shaft. You can see it on his face that he was forcing himself to hide the satisfaction it gives him. He got the bottle of beer and sat down.

I asked him to spread his legs. I pulled his pants off and his underwear came after. His balls here on my mouth, one at a time, something I never did the first time I sucked him. He was now moaning. I licked the thin skin surrounding his cock, which he seemed to enjoy.

And as a final maneuver, I sucked is cock, slowly, as if separating the meat in segments. First the head, then a small part came in, and another, and another, and another, until his entire manhood was resting in my mouth, with my tongue trying to add some excitement.

For the first time, I allowed someone to cum in my mouth. I didn't swallow though, I rushed to the bathroom to spit his cum out.

By the time I was done gargling with Bactidol and some other mouthwash, he was gone. He left in haste that he dropped his cellphone on the couch.

What now?

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