Goth Boy – Fairy Boy – Bad Boy – Used Boy

Boyfriend’s House. Bedroom Loft.

“Ah!”

I’m not a virgin but Andrew’s cock hurts me when he pushes himself into my tight little asshole. I gasp out once more and cringe, grinding my teeth, clawing at his clothed arms. I try to dig my nails as deep as I can to give him some pain of my own. The tightness of my sphincter certainly isn’t enough for him, isn’t a suitable revenge. Unless he’s some kind of freak it’s pleasurable, too pleasurable.

I bend my knees and place my feet on his ribs, though quickly slide them down to press them onto both of his thighs as he keeps driving his cock into me further and further. We’re screwing face to face, missionary style. He watches every twitch my mouth makes, I’m certain. He’s reading my emotions to boost his own ego. I lift my butt up a little bit, as if that would lessen the discomfort. Surprise, it doesn’t, just allows him to go deeper, though not by much.

“Oh my god, ungh.”

His cock goes all the way into my hole. The member is swallowed down to the end of its shaft…not that it’s very long. That’s when he takes his cue to start pumping himself in and out of me. I roll my eyes up into my head and take it as best as I can.

Switchblade Symphony’s Mine Eyes plays in the background from a portable stereo that’s directly behind me in the small loft. Haunting operatic vocals matched with synthesizers for an otherworldly atmosphere that fits the low lighting in the room. It almost overpowers the weird squishy sounds of our fucking. I focus my gaze up to the triangular ceiling above. “Harder,” I hear myself saying, practically without any breath behind my utterance. “Harder.” Make this moment special, I think.

He lowers his body onto mine, holding me so that I have to hug his body or otherwise keep my arms awkwardly down by my sides. I decide to run one hand through his chin-length wavy brown hair while I wrap the other one around him to keep him close. Oddly, I’m not hard, not like I am when my brother fucks me. Nevertheless, I moan as if I were, and take his pounding like a pro. For all the things I’ve already done at my age, I’m sadly like a pro.

His small balls slap against my ass. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap. My shirt rides up my back, exposing my skin to the carpet, giving me a mild rug burn. His humping becomes erratic and my cock doesn’t get any harder. Any illusion of romance I had with the situation is shattered. It’s too amateurish, I realize. My brother is much more enjoyable, more experienced, more considerate.

“Uh, uh, uh, uh.”

He suddenly scrunches up his face. His whole slim body tenses. To my complete and utter surprise, the bastard chomps down onto the side of my neck. I scream out in agony while his cock twitches inside of me, pumping out his come spurt by spurt. He moans over my yelping and sucks on my neck as if he were a vampire.