4. CROSS

TRIGGER WARNING

CROSS

"N-No, wait," my heart pounded ferociously with an energy of intense horniness I had never felt in all my eighteen years. The electrifying rush through my veins made me pant. My face flushed from the warmth of my body, and the cock pressed against my backside-- pushing hard into me with an urgency that matched my own.

The throbbing of my cock was hard to ignore and just straining against my jeans sent shock waves of mind numbing pleasure.

"What are you… doing to me? Stop. Please…"

Even my pleas sounded like moans.

I was moaning like a bitch in heat.

This was unacceptable.

Men don't moan.

Men don't feel this way. I was a man, not some girl experiencing ovulation horniness for the first time.

"Ah, fuck!" Cyrus groaned behind me. "There we go. There's that lust you've been hiding." he sounded on edge, satisfied, on his way to an orgasm.

"How do you walk around with this pent up sexual energy?" he teased, squeezing me tighter in his arms. "Share some of that, will you? I'm so fucking drunk on you. Now this is a secret worth keeping."

Oh God! I couldn't think straight.

Just hearing him moan was sparking my fantasies. He pushed us to a wall and I leaned my head against it, still unwillfully trapped in his arms. There was no escape.

"I need.. To catch my breath. Let me… go. Cyrus?"

"What you need," he reached for my belt and with one hand, he broke it. The sound was hot. What is wrong with me? "Is to cum and you need to cum now."

Beat my meat in front of him? "Never."

"You'd seriously risk having blue balls?"

My balls were tight and just begging to shoot my load. All that energy piled up in my dick, begging for a good rub, a good hump from his thick smooth hands-- no-- I wanted him to jerk me off while saying naughty things in my ears.

"Ha! What are you thinking of? Tell me." he leaned over me harder. "That spark in your lust is enough to last me for days. I wouldn't even have to stick it in."

"You are not… sticking anything… inside…" I couldn't say it. "Me."

"Yes, yes, but that would change if you don't start stroking."

Once again, that command… I hated being told what to do. I took orders from no one so why the heck was it turning me on?

I worked my fly open with trembling hands, telling myself it was the only way to end this sooner.

"There we go-"

"Don't look!" I snapped, feeling ashamed at what I was about to do.

"Not looking. Just do it," he was smiling. Bastard.

I let my dick out-- God! The cops better not see us. I was eighteen and legal enough to land in prison. I could already imagine the horror on my mother's face if I got arrested as a sex offender.

Of all the things to go down as, a sex offender? A shame!

"I… there's no… there's no gel," I was leaking precum but that wasn’t enough.

"What are you? A novice?" he scoffed. "Spit on the damn thing!"

"What?" I frowned. "Never. That's dirty-"

"Fine, I'll spit on it-"

"No! I'll do it."

"Pervert. You like the idea."

It wasn't me, I swear. It was his goddamn evil powers.

I spat on my hand-- gross! And brought it to my dick, gripped the hard thick thing-- fuck! I was harder than steel but the cock pressed against my ass was metallic.

"Keep your dick away from me," I tried to wiggle but he groaned in response. My cheeks flushed even deeper.

Slowly, I worked my way up in a tight grip. My dick pulsed with need, body burned with pleasure and my balls tightened.

My breathing was harsh. This was fucked up. Just one touch and I was already so close.

I pumped my dick hard without rhythm. Everything was trigger enough to drive me wild.

"Fuck!" I bit my lips to stop myself from moaning. Jerking off here was embarrassing enough but moaning? Men don't do that!

"Ugh! Faster," he groaned. "I want you out of control. That delicious lust I tasted, I need it. Need to get high on it. Unless you want my cock buried deep in your ass, you'd better give me what I need."

A bolt of pleasure spread to my spine. I wanted that. I was ashamed to admit that I wanted that.

What he said… if he kept that up-

"What the fuck!" I screamed when he swiped his tongue over the nape of my neck.

"You seem to need a little help," his hand grabbed my hand over my dick and he pumped.

My jaw hung open, watching as he manhandled me. My dick was slick with precum. He stroked faster, not giving me a chance to catch my breath.

"Oh… Oh God! Fuck! I can do it myself, please, please." my eyes followed his movements, fascinated by his expertise. I should stop this.

Fuck! That was so good. One of us wasn't telling the truth here about not being gay and it certainly wasn't me.

Noise filled the alley and it was all mine. I moaned, shamelessly thrusting my hips to fuck his hand. He leaves me panting any time he pumped past the head. I was wet enough thanks to my spit and the slurp sound made my cheeks reddened.

He pressed a kiss to my neck, sucked it, licked it and bit it. My hips bucked, pleasure overriding my senses.

His little groans from behind grounded me to this moment. My precum continues to seep down, wasted on his hands and coating my dick more with enough lube to make it easier and rougher.

"S-Stop! That's enough. Please."

I wanted to cum. I Need to like it right now.

He jerked me off brutally, sucking my ear lobe with his hot mouth and grunting against my ears. His hand roamed my body and pinched my hard nipple over my hoodie.

A groan slipped out of me.

"I need you to cum."

Yes.

"Fuck! This is some good virgin essence.. So wild and fucking raw. Untamed. I like it," his flattery sparked my desires.

"You better not be taking my life essence. I'll kill you, Cyrus."

"Ha, dead men can't do shit." he slurred in my ears, his aim to seduce me because it fucking worked. I threw my head back and surrendered to his assault.

Closed my eyes as he pumped me harder, faster in record's time. My breaths puffed and I moaned not bothering to care how lewd I sounded.

Unhinged pleasure swirled inside me. I kicked the wall as my orgasm moved up from my balls and I screamed, fucking his hand as it rolled out of me violently.

"Shit!" I heard him curse in between my high and he didn't stop jerking until he had pulled it all out; every drop of cum.

My chest heaved rapidly. I was boneless in his arms.

"Good boy."

His cock still remained firmly metallic against my ass and he made no attempt to do anything about it. He slowly pulled away from me and I sagged to the ground with a soft thud, leaned against the wall to catch my breath. My cum stained the wall and my shirt-- damn, the evidence was everywhere.

"I… need to clean this… Oh God… my DNA… My kids…" I looked down at my shorts-- ruined with cum. My cum. I was so embarrassed.

Finally, I lifted my head to the devil behind my misery and I sucked in a breath. What was going on… but how… he was… "… glowing. You're… glowing."

He grinned at me as he wiped his hands on his red handkerchief. He let it drop on my head but I wasn't even mad at the trashy treatment.

He was practically glowing like he just had a powerful orgasm or… drained someone's lifeforce.

Mine.

Colour drained from my face as panic settled in my chest. "Why are you-"

"You look like you've seen his ghost," he chuckled, staring down at me with his glowing gold eyes. "Now that's a secret worth keeping," he walked away, strode out looking smoking hot while my ego and pride shattered on the floor for him to trample on.

My highlight of the night? Cyrus Sinclair put his hands on my dick… and I came, hard. There was no beating these allegations in my own mind. How could I fucking cum on another man's hands?