Categories > Celebrities > Panic! At The Disco > Escort Me?
Meaningless Fuck
The guy stayed sitting there and I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. I mean, there was the obvious response of ‘No shit sherlock’ with nothing more. But something compelled me to want to say more. I didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the way his face sculpted to make him look like a Greek god, or his voice. It was most likely a mixture of the three. He was by far the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life.
And if he was a prostitute, I’d be glad to give this man my virginity. I brought 500 with me, so I had enough to pay for a quick time, right? I pursed my lips, “I’m being forced to marry someone I hate and I’m not straight and I’m a virgin. And I don’t want to lose my virginity to a girl, especially one that I hate. So I’m out here, looking for a prostitute. Wow, that sounded so much worse than I meant it to.”
He laughed softly. I wanted to make him laugh more, or smile. He had the most breathtaking smile on the planet. I would give anything to make him smile again. But I wasn’t sure if I could do that. And then his melodic voice came again, “Well that’s the most descriptive answer you could’ve given me. I think I have a solution for you. I’m not a prostitute. But I am an escort. I have an ad in the paper and several ads on craigslist. I never pick up people off the street. I legitimately came to sit next to you because you looked like you wanted to kill yourself. And you looked like you wanted a friend… But if you want someone to take your virginity, I could…” his voice trailed off.
I felt my heart sink. But he wasn’t a prostitute. That meant he didn’t have sex all the time. I would feel bad having sex with someone whose job it was only to escort people to events. I slowly shook my head, turning down the one person I might actually want to have sex with, “Your job is to escort people, not to have sex with them.”
He laughed, “What do you think an escort is? I do have sex with almost every person I escort. It just costs extra. I do it to pay for college. I was only offering. You don’t have to. It’s fine.”
“I…” I contemplated this for a while. I mean, I could lose my virginity to the single most attractive guy on the planet, or I could continue to refuse and eventually kill myself so I wouldn’t have to have sex with Carmen. Using this guy for sex was looking better, despite any STDs I might get. If I did contract any STDs from him, I could give them to Carmen, get helped, and then she’d die. It would be perfect. And I’d inherit everything. I took a deep breath and sighed in defeat, “Okay.”
“I just want to make sure though. A person’s virginity is a big thing. If you—”
“I don’t think you comprehend how much I hate her and how much I am not straight.”
He laughed again. I swear to God, I would make jokes all the fucking time if it meant that I could make him smile like this all the time. If I could capture his smile, I’d keep it in a locket and look at it when I was sad, “Okay then,” he stood up and offered his hand. I took it and he started to walk, “We’re heading to my place.”
His place? Didn’t this shit usually take place in motels? Those shady motels with cum stains and disgusting floral wallpaper that was peeling at the edges? Those ones with flickering lights and cockroaches? Or do I watch too many movies? Figuring it was best not to ask, I just followed. He didn’t let go and I didn’t want to either. Maybe I could pretend this was a date. And then it hit me. I cleared my throat, “How much?”
“What?” he looked over at me.
“How much does it cost?”
“Well…” he pondered this, “For escort services, it’s a flat rate of 4000… 6000 for sex. But I’m not going to charge you 2000 because I doubt you even have that much…”
My eyes bugged out. 2000? So he’d probably charge me like 1000. I only had 500! Fuck! I let go of his hand and stopped walking, “I don’t think I have enough…”
He blinked a few times, “You didn’t let me finish. I don’t normally go this low. In fact, I haven’t gone this low for… damn, five years. But 400. Flat. Do you have that?” he seemed vaguely amused.
I nodded, “I have 500.”
“Then you have enough for tip. And trust me, you’ll want to tip me,” he winked and held out his hand to me again. I blushed furiously as I took his hand. The way he winked at me made me melt a little inside. I couldn’t even wait until I got into his bedroom.
But I was nervous at the same time. I’d never even had sex before. I’d jerked off and, maybe, fingered myself once or twice, but sex? Never. I’d never even had a blowjob. I figured I could stall it. He wouldn’t mind. It was 400 flat, right? I bit my lip, “How many… have you had?”
He looked over at me and then at the ground as we walked. He was contemplating. He was trying to figure out how many?! Oh jesus. Well he did say five years. He must be really good if he had to figure out how many people he’d been with. Fuck. After a good five minutes, he sighed, “I don’t even know. Even if I calculate it with math… It started out with two a month and then turned into four a month, then two a week, then five a week and I just… I don’t even know. A lot. But I don’t like to talk about it. It’s not my style.”
“That… is a lot of people…”
“Don’t worry though, I don’t have any STDs or STIs. I get checked once a week to make sure. Never have had one and never will have one. I’m extremely careful. So you really don’t have to worry about it,” and that was really reassuring. At least I knew that this was probably the best choice. Well my other choices were transvestites, who were all dressed like they were whorish ladies, but they obviously had man parts and their boobs were fake. At least this guy was a man and he acted like one.
“So… What do you do in your free time?” I figured I’d start conversation. I felt like we were getting close because he seemed to be slowing down.
He looked over at me, “Uh… I go to college as a business management major. I’d like to start my own business. Preferably a magazine. My minor is photography. I also work at the Alabaster bookstore during the day. Aside from that, I do like to play guitar and go out and take pictures. I spend a lot of my time going to rock shows though. It’s fun.”
I couldn’t believe this. This guy was a normal person. He was actually a normal person. I mean, obviously he was. But I never thought of prostitutes as real people with real lives. But it hit him. They did have real lives. They had brains and minds just like everyone else. They were someone’s son or daughter. It was a weird thought. I nodded slowly as we reached a building. It was in a really nice part of town. How much money did this guy make?!
He opened the front door of the apartment complex and we made our way up the six flights of stairs (why we didn’t just take the elevator, I don’t know) and we stopped in front of apartment 6eb. I watched as he opened it, “Why did you ask?” he inquired as he gestured for me to go inside first.
So I did. I walked inside and was immediately amazed. It may have been bare, but it was a loft. He must have been making so much money in order to afford this place! I turned to look at him and then remembered his question, “Just making conversation?”
He nodded slowly, “So how do you want to start this? Did you want to be on top? Did you want to be dominated? Do you want me to kiss you first? Or do you just want me to go straight into the act?”
Wow, so… right into it then. Okay. I nervously shifted my weight, “Kiss me first?” I asked hesitantly. I didn’t know what I wanted. He gestured to the couch and I sat down awkwardly with my legs closed together and my hands clasped in my lap.
“What kinds of movies do you like?” he asked as he sat down next to me, turning on the TV, leaning back. What was this, a joke? Was he not really going to have sex with me? Had he just been joking with me? Great, now I felt like an idiot. When I didn’t answer, he looked at me, “You don’t know what you want, so I’m making conversation until I figure out stuff about you.”
“Oh…”
“So answer the question.”
“I like… romantic comedies… and some action. I’ve always liked romance though. Like The Notebook. What about you?”
“I love me some action movies. Like The Terminator. I love Arnold in that movie. He’s so brilliant…”
And the conversation went on quite a lot like that. Then we hit a roadblock and stopped talking. I looked over at him and saw he was already staring at me. He grinned a bit before he pushed me back onto the couch and attacked my lips with his own. Okay, I wasn’t expecting that, but I liked it. It wasn’t my first kiss or my first makeout, for that matter.
I gasped as I felt his hands roam under my shirt and moaned softly as he rubbed my hipbone, just beneath the waistband of my jeans. I felt him grin into my mouth and the soft moan continued out of my mouth. I wanted to feel his warm hands all over my body.
Soon his hand moved out of my pants and he pulled away from the kiss long enough to pull my shirt off. My face turned red and he grinned. He leaned back down and started to kiss my neck. I gasped as he bit down gently on the flesh just beneath my jawline. I tilted my head and allowed him to nibble, suck, and lick the skin there. I never wanted him to stop.
He took a moment before he sat up on my hips and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off. I felt chills run down my spine and, this time, it was a good thing. He slowly ran his fingers down my torso, hooking his index fingers in the belt loops before he leaned back down to press a chaste kiss on my lips. He then moved down to kiss my neck. I moaned softly then as he moved his lips to kiss up and down my collar bone.
He grinned against my skin as I moaned out loudly as his hands rubbed up hips and then my waist. I felt my hips buck up toward him as he caressed each part of my exposed torso. The moans that escaped my lips just made his caresses harder and more passionate.
It didn’t take long before I felt him unbutton and unzip my jeans. He hovered over me momentarily as he pulled them off and tossed them to the ground. I hadn’t realized that he took my boxers with them until he went back to straddling my hips. My hardened shaft was pressed against the back of his ass. He smiled down at me as he leaned back against it, humping me, allowing his glorious ass to rub against my hardened shaft. I moaned against him, gripping his hips.
With a grin, he unbuttoned and unzipped his own. He pulled his jeans and his boxers off. My face turned bright red when I looked down at his penis. It was rather large. Was that… Was that going to be put inside… me? Oh dear god. I wasn’t ready for this. He raised an eyebrow at my expression and he laughed slightly, “Don’t worry. I’ll prep you for it,” he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
I blushed even more. He then moved down to straddle my knees. He leaned over to kiss the slit on my penis. I moaned, pursing my lips. He then took the entire head into his mouth and I had to keep myself from bucking into his mouth. He knew I was a virgin though, so he wouldn’t blame me if I did some things wrong. And then he took my entire length into his mouth, pushing me to the back of his throat.
I moaned really loudly, unable to keep myself from fucking his mouth. He moaned as I did that too though and that just made it better. I arched my back, moans unable to not escape my mouth. I felt myself getting close and I gripped his hips harder, “I-I-I-I’m g—”
He moved his mouth off and I groaned from the lack of pleasure. Why did he pull off? I pouted at him and he chuckled, “You’re cute,” he climbed off of me and I sat up, wondering where he was going. I was still hard and now he was leaving? He walked into a room and came back with a small bottle and a condom. He ripped open the package and slid the condom on before climbing back on top of me. He pushed open my legs and rubbed some of the liquid from the bottle onto his fingers.
I was hesitant. I tried not to clench my butt muscles in fear. He saw this and he circled his fingers around my entrance. I took a deep breath, “Just stay calm,” he told me, “It’ll feel good. At first, it’ll burn, but it will feel good. I’ll make sure of that,” he leaned over and kissed my lips as he used his fingers to circle the entrance, touching it every now and then. Okay, now I wanted him to push his finger inside of me.
I took a deep breath, “Just… do it,” I panted, biting my lip hard. I then gasped and winced as he pushed his finger inside. My face twisted into one of pain. Oh my god, this hurt so fucking much. I clenched my butt muscles, which just made it hurt more, “Oh god. How… Ow…” I could feel tears in my eyes. He slowly pumped the finger in and out and it hurt even more. I clenched my jaw as I felt my penis go limp. Yeah, that’s how much it hurt.
He then put in a second one and I felt a tear fall down my face, “Oh god, stop. Please, stop!” and he did. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“I’ll find the spot. And it won’t hurt anymore. You’ll see. I promise. It’s worth it. Gay guys wouldn’t do it so much if it didn’t feel good. I just can’t seem to find your spot. Usually it’s easier to find than this, but you’re so tight and so…” he seemed to shiver at the thought, “It’s just not where it should be. I’ll find it though.”
“O-O-O-Okay…” I whimpered and I nodded at him. He pushed the second finger all the way in and I cried out in pain. And then it hit. He hit it and I moaned. Okay, he was right. He smiled and I frowned, “Don’t say ‘I told you so.’”
“I won’t,” he then pumped the two fingers at the same spot. It burned and then it felt good. Burned, felt good, burned, felt good. I arched my back with a moan as I felt my cock grow hard again. He then pushed in a third finger and I winced; he laughed a bit. He pumped the three fingers and I moaned each time he hit the same spot. He pushed in harder and faster. And then he pulled them out and I whimpered. He laughed a little, “You know, I’ve never had such awkward, but adorable, sex before. With anyone. It’s fun,” he leaned over and kissed my lips. I watched as he slicked up his hardened penis. I took a deep breath as he pushed it against my entrance, “You ready?”
“Just… Just put it in already.”
He laughed, “Okay,” he pushed in and I gasped, clenching the muscles. He moaned and it just made my dick twitch. He started to push in and out, harder and faster as time went. I moaned when he hit the spot each and every single time. My hands found his hips and I gripped them, arching my back, “Mmmm…” I moaned out. I wanted to say his name, but I didn’t know it. Holy shit, I was having sex with someone whose name I didn’t even know.
The faster he went, the more moaning and louder it got. My moaning continued too. With every moan he made, I made one too. After some time, he reached his hand down and gripped my cock. He stroked as he thrusted. I groaned out in pleasure, gripping harder, “Mmm… You’re so… ung…” he moaned.
He kept thrusting harder and faster and stroking me at the same rate. I came at the same time as he did and we rode out the orgasm together, both of us moaning and thrusting into each other. I nearly blacked out. That’s how good it was. I was shaking. He finally stopped, pulling out. I could tell he wanted to collapse on top of me, but he got up with a clearing of the throat.
I looked at him and pursed my lips. I rubbed the back of my neck and sat up. He walked off and grabbed a towel. He tossed it at me, “Clean up and I’ll drive you to your car so you could get home,” and I blushed. I did as I was told before putting on my clothes. I forgot that this was just a meaningless fuck. Oh well. At least I lost my virginity.
“Oh… Okay,” I stood up and shifted my weight somewhat awkwardly before biting my lip and looking at him. He pulled on his own clothes and headed toward the door. I followed and looked behind me and then at him, “So is—”
“So… I mean, I know that you’re getting married to a girl. But I thought you might… want sex lessons? Like… how to please other guys? You’re getting married to a girl, but you may as well be able to cheat on her with other guys and do it well… What do you say?”
My eyes widened. I bit my lip but nodded slowly, “I’d like that actually…” especially since that meant that I got to see him again. He was legitimately the hottest guy I’d ever met in my life. And I really didn’t want this to be the last time I saw him, “By the way… My name’s Ryan.”
“Brendon,” he grinned.
----
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the smutty smut goodness of this chapter, haha. It's not my first Rydon smut scene, but it is the first I've put on here. Also, I wasn't expecting to get three reviews on my first chapter! You guys are awesome! :) If we could get another three on this one, I'd be most happy. Haha. :P
The guy stayed sitting there and I wasn’t entirely sure how to respond. I mean, there was the obvious response of ‘No shit sherlock’ with nothing more. But something compelled me to want to say more. I didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was his beautiful chocolate brown eyes, the way his face sculpted to make him look like a Greek god, or his voice. It was most likely a mixture of the three. He was by far the most beautiful man I’d ever seen in my life.
And if he was a prostitute, I’d be glad to give this man my virginity. I brought 500 with me, so I had enough to pay for a quick time, right? I pursed my lips, “I’m being forced to marry someone I hate and I’m not straight and I’m a virgin. And I don’t want to lose my virginity to a girl, especially one that I hate. So I’m out here, looking for a prostitute. Wow, that sounded so much worse than I meant it to.”
He laughed softly. I wanted to make him laugh more, or smile. He had the most breathtaking smile on the planet. I would give anything to make him smile again. But I wasn’t sure if I could do that. And then his melodic voice came again, “Well that’s the most descriptive answer you could’ve given me. I think I have a solution for you. I’m not a prostitute. But I am an escort. I have an ad in the paper and several ads on craigslist. I never pick up people off the street. I legitimately came to sit next to you because you looked like you wanted to kill yourself. And you looked like you wanted a friend… But if you want someone to take your virginity, I could…” his voice trailed off.
I felt my heart sink. But he wasn’t a prostitute. That meant he didn’t have sex all the time. I would feel bad having sex with someone whose job it was only to escort people to events. I slowly shook my head, turning down the one person I might actually want to have sex with, “Your job is to escort people, not to have sex with them.”
He laughed, “What do you think an escort is? I do have sex with almost every person I escort. It just costs extra. I do it to pay for college. I was only offering. You don’t have to. It’s fine.”
“I…” I contemplated this for a while. I mean, I could lose my virginity to the single most attractive guy on the planet, or I could continue to refuse and eventually kill myself so I wouldn’t have to have sex with Carmen. Using this guy for sex was looking better, despite any STDs I might get. If I did contract any STDs from him, I could give them to Carmen, get helped, and then she’d die. It would be perfect. And I’d inherit everything. I took a deep breath and sighed in defeat, “Okay.”
“I just want to make sure though. A person’s virginity is a big thing. If you—”
“I don’t think you comprehend how much I hate her and how much I am not straight.”
He laughed again. I swear to God, I would make jokes all the fucking time if it meant that I could make him smile like this all the time. If I could capture his smile, I’d keep it in a locket and look at it when I was sad, “Okay then,” he stood up and offered his hand. I took it and he started to walk, “We’re heading to my place.”
His place? Didn’t this shit usually take place in motels? Those shady motels with cum stains and disgusting floral wallpaper that was peeling at the edges? Those ones with flickering lights and cockroaches? Or do I watch too many movies? Figuring it was best not to ask, I just followed. He didn’t let go and I didn’t want to either. Maybe I could pretend this was a date. And then it hit me. I cleared my throat, “How much?”
“What?” he looked over at me.
“How much does it cost?”
“Well…” he pondered this, “For escort services, it’s a flat rate of 4000… 6000 for sex. But I’m not going to charge you 2000 because I doubt you even have that much…”
My eyes bugged out. 2000? So he’d probably charge me like 1000. I only had 500! Fuck! I let go of his hand and stopped walking, “I don’t think I have enough…”
He blinked a few times, “You didn’t let me finish. I don’t normally go this low. In fact, I haven’t gone this low for… damn, five years. But 400. Flat. Do you have that?” he seemed vaguely amused.
I nodded, “I have 500.”
“Then you have enough for tip. And trust me, you’ll want to tip me,” he winked and held out his hand to me again. I blushed furiously as I took his hand. The way he winked at me made me melt a little inside. I couldn’t even wait until I got into his bedroom.
But I was nervous at the same time. I’d never even had sex before. I’d jerked off and, maybe, fingered myself once or twice, but sex? Never. I’d never even had a blowjob. I figured I could stall it. He wouldn’t mind. It was 400 flat, right? I bit my lip, “How many… have you had?”
He looked over at me and then at the ground as we walked. He was contemplating. He was trying to figure out how many?! Oh jesus. Well he did say five years. He must be really good if he had to figure out how many people he’d been with. Fuck. After a good five minutes, he sighed, “I don’t even know. Even if I calculate it with math… It started out with two a month and then turned into four a month, then two a week, then five a week and I just… I don’t even know. A lot. But I don’t like to talk about it. It’s not my style.”
“That… is a lot of people…”
“Don’t worry though, I don’t have any STDs or STIs. I get checked once a week to make sure. Never have had one and never will have one. I’m extremely careful. So you really don’t have to worry about it,” and that was really reassuring. At least I knew that this was probably the best choice. Well my other choices were transvestites, who were all dressed like they were whorish ladies, but they obviously had man parts and their boobs were fake. At least this guy was a man and he acted like one.
“So… What do you do in your free time?” I figured I’d start conversation. I felt like we were getting close because he seemed to be slowing down.
He looked over at me, “Uh… I go to college as a business management major. I’d like to start my own business. Preferably a magazine. My minor is photography. I also work at the Alabaster bookstore during the day. Aside from that, I do like to play guitar and go out and take pictures. I spend a lot of my time going to rock shows though. It’s fun.”
I couldn’t believe this. This guy was a normal person. He was actually a normal person. I mean, obviously he was. But I never thought of prostitutes as real people with real lives. But it hit him. They did have real lives. They had brains and minds just like everyone else. They were someone’s son or daughter. It was a weird thought. I nodded slowly as we reached a building. It was in a really nice part of town. How much money did this guy make?!
He opened the front door of the apartment complex and we made our way up the six flights of stairs (why we didn’t just take the elevator, I don’t know) and we stopped in front of apartment 6eb. I watched as he opened it, “Why did you ask?” he inquired as he gestured for me to go inside first.
So I did. I walked inside and was immediately amazed. It may have been bare, but it was a loft. He must have been making so much money in order to afford this place! I turned to look at him and then remembered his question, “Just making conversation?”
He nodded slowly, “So how do you want to start this? Did you want to be on top? Did you want to be dominated? Do you want me to kiss you first? Or do you just want me to go straight into the act?”
Wow, so… right into it then. Okay. I nervously shifted my weight, “Kiss me first?” I asked hesitantly. I didn’t know what I wanted. He gestured to the couch and I sat down awkwardly with my legs closed together and my hands clasped in my lap.
“What kinds of movies do you like?” he asked as he sat down next to me, turning on the TV, leaning back. What was this, a joke? Was he not really going to have sex with me? Had he just been joking with me? Great, now I felt like an idiot. When I didn’t answer, he looked at me, “You don’t know what you want, so I’m making conversation until I figure out stuff about you.”
“Oh…”
“So answer the question.”
“I like… romantic comedies… and some action. I’ve always liked romance though. Like The Notebook. What about you?”
“I love me some action movies. Like The Terminator. I love Arnold in that movie. He’s so brilliant…”
And the conversation went on quite a lot like that. Then we hit a roadblock and stopped talking. I looked over at him and saw he was already staring at me. He grinned a bit before he pushed me back onto the couch and attacked my lips with his own. Okay, I wasn’t expecting that, but I liked it. It wasn’t my first kiss or my first makeout, for that matter.
I gasped as I felt his hands roam under my shirt and moaned softly as he rubbed my hipbone, just beneath the waistband of my jeans. I felt him grin into my mouth and the soft moan continued out of my mouth. I wanted to feel his warm hands all over my body.
Soon his hand moved out of my pants and he pulled away from the kiss long enough to pull my shirt off. My face turned red and he grinned. He leaned back down and started to kiss my neck. I gasped as he bit down gently on the flesh just beneath my jawline. I tilted my head and allowed him to nibble, suck, and lick the skin there. I never wanted him to stop.
He took a moment before he sat up on my hips and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off. I felt chills run down my spine and, this time, it was a good thing. He slowly ran his fingers down my torso, hooking his index fingers in the belt loops before he leaned back down to press a chaste kiss on my lips. He then moved down to kiss my neck. I moaned softly then as he moved his lips to kiss up and down my collar bone.
He grinned against my skin as I moaned out loudly as his hands rubbed up hips and then my waist. I felt my hips buck up toward him as he caressed each part of my exposed torso. The moans that escaped my lips just made his caresses harder and more passionate.
It didn’t take long before I felt him unbutton and unzip my jeans. He hovered over me momentarily as he pulled them off and tossed them to the ground. I hadn’t realized that he took my boxers with them until he went back to straddling my hips. My hardened shaft was pressed against the back of his ass. He smiled down at me as he leaned back against it, humping me, allowing his glorious ass to rub against my hardened shaft. I moaned against him, gripping his hips.
With a grin, he unbuttoned and unzipped his own. He pulled his jeans and his boxers off. My face turned bright red when I looked down at his penis. It was rather large. Was that… Was that going to be put inside… me? Oh dear god. I wasn’t ready for this. He raised an eyebrow at my expression and he laughed slightly, “Don’t worry. I’ll prep you for it,” he leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
I blushed even more. He then moved down to straddle my knees. He leaned over to kiss the slit on my penis. I moaned, pursing my lips. He then took the entire head into his mouth and I had to keep myself from bucking into his mouth. He knew I was a virgin though, so he wouldn’t blame me if I did some things wrong. And then he took my entire length into his mouth, pushing me to the back of his throat.
I moaned really loudly, unable to keep myself from fucking his mouth. He moaned as I did that too though and that just made it better. I arched my back, moans unable to not escape my mouth. I felt myself getting close and I gripped his hips harder, “I-I-I-I’m g—”
He moved his mouth off and I groaned from the lack of pleasure. Why did he pull off? I pouted at him and he chuckled, “You’re cute,” he climbed off of me and I sat up, wondering where he was going. I was still hard and now he was leaving? He walked into a room and came back with a small bottle and a condom. He ripped open the package and slid the condom on before climbing back on top of me. He pushed open my legs and rubbed some of the liquid from the bottle onto his fingers.
I was hesitant. I tried not to clench my butt muscles in fear. He saw this and he circled his fingers around my entrance. I took a deep breath, “Just stay calm,” he told me, “It’ll feel good. At first, it’ll burn, but it will feel good. I’ll make sure of that,” he leaned over and kissed my lips as he used his fingers to circle the entrance, touching it every now and then. Okay, now I wanted him to push his finger inside of me.
I took a deep breath, “Just… do it,” I panted, biting my lip hard. I then gasped and winced as he pushed his finger inside. My face twisted into one of pain. Oh my god, this hurt so fucking much. I clenched my butt muscles, which just made it hurt more, “Oh god. How… Ow…” I could feel tears in my eyes. He slowly pumped the finger in and out and it hurt even more. I clenched my jaw as I felt my penis go limp. Yeah, that’s how much it hurt.
He then put in a second one and I felt a tear fall down my face, “Oh god, stop. Please, stop!” and he did. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.
“I’ll find the spot. And it won’t hurt anymore. You’ll see. I promise. It’s worth it. Gay guys wouldn’t do it so much if it didn’t feel good. I just can’t seem to find your spot. Usually it’s easier to find than this, but you’re so tight and so…” he seemed to shiver at the thought, “It’s just not where it should be. I’ll find it though.”
“O-O-O-Okay…” I whimpered and I nodded at him. He pushed the second finger all the way in and I cried out in pain. And then it hit. He hit it and I moaned. Okay, he was right. He smiled and I frowned, “Don’t say ‘I told you so.’”
“I won’t,” he then pumped the two fingers at the same spot. It burned and then it felt good. Burned, felt good, burned, felt good. I arched my back with a moan as I felt my cock grow hard again. He then pushed in a third finger and I winced; he laughed a bit. He pumped the three fingers and I moaned each time he hit the same spot. He pushed in harder and faster. And then he pulled them out and I whimpered. He laughed a little, “You know, I’ve never had such awkward, but adorable, sex before. With anyone. It’s fun,” he leaned over and kissed my lips. I watched as he slicked up his hardened penis. I took a deep breath as he pushed it against my entrance, “You ready?”
“Just… Just put it in already.”
He laughed, “Okay,” he pushed in and I gasped, clenching the muscles. He moaned and it just made my dick twitch. He started to push in and out, harder and faster as time went. I moaned when he hit the spot each and every single time. My hands found his hips and I gripped them, arching my back, “Mmmm…” I moaned out. I wanted to say his name, but I didn’t know it. Holy shit, I was having sex with someone whose name I didn’t even know.
The faster he went, the more moaning and louder it got. My moaning continued too. With every moan he made, I made one too. After some time, he reached his hand down and gripped my cock. He stroked as he thrusted. I groaned out in pleasure, gripping harder, “Mmm… You’re so… ung…” he moaned.
He kept thrusting harder and faster and stroking me at the same rate. I came at the same time as he did and we rode out the orgasm together, both of us moaning and thrusting into each other. I nearly blacked out. That’s how good it was. I was shaking. He finally stopped, pulling out. I could tell he wanted to collapse on top of me, but he got up with a clearing of the throat.
I looked at him and pursed my lips. I rubbed the back of my neck and sat up. He walked off and grabbed a towel. He tossed it at me, “Clean up and I’ll drive you to your car so you could get home,” and I blushed. I did as I was told before putting on my clothes. I forgot that this was just a meaningless fuck. Oh well. At least I lost my virginity.
“Oh… Okay,” I stood up and shifted my weight somewhat awkwardly before biting my lip and looking at him. He pulled on his own clothes and headed toward the door. I followed and looked behind me and then at him, “So is—”
“So… I mean, I know that you’re getting married to a girl. But I thought you might… want sex lessons? Like… how to please other guys? You’re getting married to a girl, but you may as well be able to cheat on her with other guys and do it well… What do you say?”
My eyes widened. I bit my lip but nodded slowly, “I’d like that actually…” especially since that meant that I got to see him again. He was legitimately the hottest guy I’d ever met in my life. And I really didn’t want this to be the last time I saw him, “By the way… My name’s Ryan.”
“Brendon,” he grinned.
----
A/N: I hope you enjoyed the smutty smut goodness of this chapter, haha. It's not my first Rydon smut scene, but it is the first I've put on here. Also, I wasn't expecting to get three reviews on my first chapter! You guys are awesome! :) If we could get another three on this one, I'd be most happy. Haha. :P
Sign up to rate and review this story