6

MARLON

“Hey, Luth.” I say, with a smile on my face.

His throat ripples with anxiousness, and that makes my inner demon of lust to growl.

There is nothing more that that I want right now than to push him to bed and fuck the hell out of him.

His eyes dart around with confusion, and even though he has lowered his baseball bat, he hasn't dropped it.

“Is this how you welcome guests in your house?” I murmur, my hand going to the back of my head. “You are a very terrible host, Luth.”

He puffs and looks away. “Well, my guests don't normally come in through the window like thieves!”

I don't mind his hostile tone. I can read his body language, and he definitely wants me here.

I take a stroll around his room and to be honest, there isn't much walking to do.

His room is the size of a cube, and all his furniture is old and chipped.

Rumors going around school is that his mother is a whore, and she ran out of clients in her old town.

That's not true because I saw the new lady that eeriely looks like a female version of him in the Western diner.

The hourly pay is very terrible, and not even a whore would accept such an rate.

So, yes, Luther's mother might be dirt poor, but she is definitely not a prostitute.

“Where is your mum?” I ask without looking at him.

“She's at work. She picked up a couple of extra shifts to make more money.” He explains.

“I see. That's kind of sad, makes me want to feel sorry for punching you after you beat me in that math test.” I snort, finally looking at him. "but I don't."

His face tightens and turns red with anger. “Excuse me? So, you are not going to apologize for that awful thing you did?”

“Luth, I will think we should be even after you gave me that fucking concussion.”

He opened his mouth to speak again, but no words left them. I smile, I like the way I take his breath away…

I feel my pants tighten as I look at his crotch. Gosh, this has been hard because he is all I have been thinking about all day.

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?” His eyes widen.

I give a very big roll of my eyes. “Stop acting like a baby, Luth.”

“My name is not Luth, it's Luther.”

“Fine, you pick whatever name you prefer, just don't forget it when I fuck your brains out.”

He press himself against the wall and clutched his imaginary pearls. I bet he didn't expect for me to be this forward with him.

Well, I would have walked him through it, but I definitely don't have the time.

I take off my jacket and toss it to the ground. My heavy belt comes down next, and my shirt follows suit.

I leave my pants on, but I slowly peel off my beanie from my head. A small wince leaves my mouth, Luther's brick did a number on me.

When I look up, I see that he is staring at my injury. Like he wants to reach out and check how well my wound is healing.

“Come here, Luth.” I take him by the shirt and pull him to the middle of the room.

My lips covers his in a warm kiss, and I can feel him melt.

“I've been thinking about you a lot, Luth.” I growl with hunger. “That's why I bombed the math test.”

“You didn't bomb it, I was just a few points ahead of you.” He says in a very shaky voice.

My hand goes over to feel his dick, and my God, I can feel the hot blood going through it.

I push him down to sit on the bed, and I pull out my dick from my pants, he gasps at the size of it.

“Go on, use your mouth.” I instruct him.

He is reluctant at first, but I give him the nudge that he needs.

His wet lips touches the tip first and I gasp and stiffen. He takes half the length in his mouth, because that's all his cute mouth can accommodate.

“Fuckkk…” my hands forms into fists. “Don't stop, Luth. Go faster.”

My fingers weaves through his hair, as he slurps me right into heaven.

His hands moves down to my shaft, and I feel the strong urge to pour my load down his throat, but I gently push him away.

There is some petroleum jelly on his nightstand, and I grab an abundant helping and run it over my rod.

He is half lying down as he sees me prepare myself for his hole, and his eyes widens with both braveness and fear of the unknown.

“Wait…” the words barely leaves his mouth as I push him to the bed.

“Wait for what?”

“I've never done this before, any of this.” He confesses. “I– I'm not– sure what to expect.”

I pause with my junk in my hand, and slap my face with my free hand. “Of course not. Don't worry, I'll be gentle.”

I join him, spooning him from behind. I can literally hear his teeth chattering in his mouth.

“Hey, do you want me to stop?” I kiss his neck.

“No, do it.” He says very quickly. “I'm ready.”

And then I feel myself slip into him. Halfway through, I encounter some trouble because he is not fully relaxed.

“Argh…” he buckles against me.

“It's okay, Luth. It's just a slight pain.” I hug him even tighter, and hold his hands pressed to his chest.

Slowly, I start to move in and out, feeling the pleasure build up between us.

“Oh God…” he pushes his head against his pillow.

He is ready, I fully flip him so that his back is to me– that's a more comfortable position for the both of us.

My thigh slaps again his laps, and his moans grow to such a level that I have to clasp my hand over his mouth.

“You like that, don't you?” I grunt with enjoyment.

“Yes… yes!”

“Whose dick are you taking like a good boy, Luth?”

“Yours, Marlon. I'm taking your dick!” His words are barely audible with my hand pressed against his lips, but those words turn me the hell on.

I feel myself coming, and I add a lot more momentum. He is clenched against me, as if my dick is what keeps him alive… He is coming too.

I take my dick out of him, and ropes of cum falls against his back, it's the most beautiful thing I've ever fucking seen.

We are both lying with our backs against the wall, heaving so hard to catch our breath.

I turn my neck to the side to look at him, and gosh, he looks so sexy. He is covered in sweat, and his hair is gummed to his face.

“I've never felt like that before…” he confesses.

“I know.” I smirk, getting up to my feet.

I find my shoes, jacket, shirt, and start to prepare myself to leave.

He sits up on the bed, a look of total disbelief on his face.

“What?” My hostility has returned.

“N–nothing.”

Was he expecting for me to stay and cuddle with him? Is he insane?

When I am fully dressed, I walk over to him and pat him on the head like the fine boy that he is.

“Great doing this collaborate with you, Luth. You better not mention this in school, or I'm going to kill you.”