MasukI sat on a bench, my legs bouncing. The park was quite full with some kids laughing, far from me, some dogs barking and eaves rustling in the breeze but I barely noticed any of that because my mind kept going back to those dreams, the ones where Leon pinned me down, his mouth hot on my neck and his hands rough on my hips. I had woken up soaked, hard as rock and ended up stroking myself slowly while imagining his cock sliding deep inside me. That hunger gnawed at me and made my jeans feel tight even now. What if he didn't show? What if this was it, the end before we even started again?I shook my head hard, trying to clear my thoughts again. “Come on, Ronan, stop. He's coming.” He has to. But doubt crept in, mixing with the want. I missed his smell, that mix of sweat and cologne. I missed the way his stubble scraped my skin when he kissed me roughly. My hand itched to touch him, to feel that hard chest under my fingers. Public or not, I'd risk it all just for one hug, one press of
Sweat beaded on my forehead and dripped down my face and the tub felt slippery under me, but I didn't care and just kept going. In my head, Leon flipped me over, my ass up as he entered slowly but deeply. His cock thick and filling me up. I'd push back at him, taking more and begging. “Punish me.” I'd say and he would, with hot slaps on my ass, my hair pulled hard and with rough words. My free hand mimicked his, slapping my own thigh lightly, the sting adding to it. I added a second finger inside my hole, scissoring inside and stretching it. It hurt a little, but the pleasure won out, making me moan louder.I sped up as I couldn't hold back much, the hand on my cock flying, wet sounds filling the bathroom. My finger kept thrusting fast, hitting that spot over and over and my balls drew up tight and ready. I imagined Leon growling in my ear. “Come for me, now.” And I did, very hard. Cum shot out in thick ropes, hitting my chest, stomach, and even the tub side, my body shaking and m
It has been three days since I had that dream about me and Leon together. We had such an intense sex in it that when I woke up, I remember seeing my cock hard, balls heavy and my boxers wet with precum. The dream felt so real, but it left me hanging in the real world. I needed relief so badly because even though I came a lot in the dream, my body didn't get the memo. My cock was rock hard and hurting. I had blue balls and it was swelling up. I knew that if I didn't let it out, the pain would stick around all day and I didn't want that kind of ache dragging me down. My body wouldn't let me go back to sleep and my cock kept pushing against the fabric of my boxers, throbbing like it was begging for touch really desperately.But it wasn't just any touch I wanted. I craved one that came with Leon's mouth wrapped tight around my dick, sucking it slowly and deeply, or his big hands stroking me, roughly, knowing just how to make me shake. I didn't want to be the one in control of my own r
Leon flipped me around again, his mouth back on my cock while his fingers kept going in my ass. They were three inside me now, curling to hit that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyes each time. I was a mess, moaning his name and begging him without words. He stood, kissing me again, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His cock rubbed against mine, our hard lengths sliding together. Our pre-cum mixed, slick between us. He pinched my nipples, twisted just enough to hurt me in a good way. He bit my shoulder, leaving marks. Every touch of his was fire, punishing me in his own way like he was claiming back what was his.Finally, he pulled me to the bed and pushed me down on my back, my legs up. He grabbed lube from somewhere and slicked his cock and then mine, stroking me a few times and making me whine. He positioned himself, his tip at my hole and pushed in slowly, inch by inch, with his eyes on mine. It burned and stretched me but I wanted it. When he was all in, balls deep,
I was glad that my mum left my room on her own because to be honest, I didn't know what to say to her after she told me she was happy I was smiling for the first time since I got home. But she wasn't happy that the smile and the happiness I felt came because of Leon. It sounded offensive to me now that I thought about it. I didn't like the way my mum had painted Leon like he was a very bad person when he wasn't. He had his issues, sure, but he wasn't some monster. I wanted to go and find my mum to explain that she didn't need to say things like that to me anymore but I didn't want to do it because we would just end up in another argument, and I didn't want that. I was just glad she left, and now I was alone in my room.My mum had asked me to come down for dinner, but I knew it was a trap. She would try to talk me out of everything, make me change my mind about seeing Leon. I didn't want that, not tonight. So I locked my door and I settled for a bag of chips I had stashed in my drawer.
“Mum, please.” I snapped back at her but it wasn't mean, it was just firm. I closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, in and out, slowly. I was happy and buzzing inside, and no matter what she said, I wouldn't let her make me angry. With a sigh, I walked over to her, close enough to smell her familiar perfume that smelt of flowers mixed with soap. “I know you're worried about me, and I appreciate that, I really do butt seeing Leon won't change me into something bad. It won't stop me from going to my therapist or make things worse. I can’t be worse because honestly, nothing was even wrong with me in the beginning but let’s not go there.”“I just need to see him. I want to see him so badly. In fact, seeing him might help me get over it all. It'll make me forget him, and close this chapter for good.”She stared at me, her eyes wide like she couldn't believe what I was saying. Her hands dropped to her sides with her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt. I could feel the weigh







