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On the Other Side
Brendon's everyday life and how he's coping with a lack of Ryan for two weeks.
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On the other side…
Brendon’s POV
After that session with Ryan, I stepped into the shower and allowed the water to wash over me. I enjoyed Ryan. Every single bit of him. He was still so innocent. And really, I was grooming him. I knew I was. I couldn’t help it though. I didn’t want him being able to please any other guy. Only me. Which really, is completely selfish and I really shouldn’t.
But did I care? Not really. The things I was teaching him to do, soon enough, he’d figure out that those were my ticks. But until then… I was going to enjoy it. Besides, I was figuring out his ticks. And as soon as I’d groomed him to be my little sex kitten, I could show him his own sexual spots. I’d show him how good I could make him feel. But that could wait until the final exam.
Yes, I was treating this like a college class. I couldn’t help it. It kinda felt that way to me. Every class just ended with a test, which was sex, more or less. And I doubt he’d mind that. Having sex with him was probably the best thing ever. I’d never had an orgasm that… amazing. That was really the only word I had for it. Amazing, mind-blowing… orgasmic. I’ve never had an orgasm that orgasmic. Yeah, I went there.
So these little lessons? I didn’t want them to stop. Meanwhile, though, I had to make money. So I kept escorting people to their events. Some of my older clients took me on trips with them to different countries. The nice thing, though, was I got paid extra. I’ve gotten paid 50k for one trip. I get paid to travel. Who am I to argue?
The following morning, I crawled out of bed and made my way to my closet. I threw on my work clothes and headed out. I went to the bookstore that was my day job and walked in through the back, “Hey Jerry.”
“Hey. Late night?” he always teased me about this shit.
“Nah. Just stayed up late playing xBox. You know how addicting COD is,” I joked, “That and Skyrim,” I shook my head and walked to the front desk and sat down. I grabbed a random book and opened it, reading through random snippets of the book.
The day was one of long hours and annoying customers before it was over. I made my way home and went to my room. I sat down and sighed. That’s when I heard my phone ringing. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed it. I answered, “Brendon.”
“Brendon, this is Arnold from the local paper. We were wondering if you wanted to run your ad again. Prices have gone up, especially for the space you wanted. Several people want that spot. But I said I might have someone else who would want it. But if you don’t want it, there are some who want it.”
“Uh… No, I’ll skip it. Thanks though. I have plenty of clients. If I need more money, I’ll put in an ad for next month. I’ll see you later, Arnold,” I hung up and put the phone down. That wasn’t true. I just kind of wanted Ryan all to myself. I didn’t really want the other clients, which was bad. I wouldn’t make money this way.
A week passed and I hadn’t seen Ryan. I was beginning to think that he wasn’t ever going to come. I guess that was for the best. I was getting attached. And that was bad. Getting attached was never a good thing, especially in my line of work. Attachments were bad, so very bad. So maybe the fact that I hadn’t seen him in a week was a good thing. What you can’t see can’t hurt you, right?
And another week passed and I was starting to get weary. My other clients even were beginning to comment on it. Why was I so butthurt that I hadn’t seen him? He only used me to lose his virginity. And he tried to pay me for it even after I told him the first night was on the house. What was I doing? This was my work. This wasn’t just some one night stand. And he was the virgin, not me. So he should be the attached one!
I had taken the day off of escorting and from the bookstore. I was just lounging in sweatpants, stubble, and my hair going every which direction. Then the buzzer sounded and I looked over. Sweet, the pizza was here. I got up and went over to the intercom. I buzzed back, “Yeah? Come up.”
I took my finger off the buzz and went to sit back down on the couch. Sweet, pizza. I love pizza. And then there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my wallet and walked over. I opened the door, “Hello—Oh,” I dropped my wallet and looked at Ryan who was just standing there, “I haven’t… seen you in two weeks. I thought you were the pizza guy…” and then it hit me, “Crap. I look like shit. I wish you’d called. Come in… Just give me a second to change.”
“No!” he yelled and then I stared at him strangely and his face turned bright red, “I mean… You don’t have to.”
I raised a slender brow, “I look like crap. I have stubble, my hair is… the definition of bedhead, and I’m wearing nothing but sweatpants…” and then I grinned, “You like it, don’t you?” I leaned against the doorframe. His face turned even redder. I caressed the side of his face with my thumb, “Does it turn you on?” I whispered.
The shade of red his face had turned made me horny, and to be honest, even with my line of work, that’s hard to do. This guy made me all sorts of mush inside. I took hold of his hand and pushed him down onto the couch. I climbed on top of him and grinned. I shivered as he ran his hands down my naked torso. And then he grinned. And oh my god, I had turned him into a sex kitten.
And I was perfectly okay with that. I had turned him into my little sex kitten, which probably meant that he wouldn’t easily be able to please anyone else. I loved the very thought that he could please me… so very easily. I kissed his neck softly, nibbling at the skin.
And then he pushed me away, “I’m sorry I didn’t call…”
I laughed softly, “I don’t really care. I’d give my night off for you any time,” which sounded a lot sweeter and romantic than I meant it. But it was true. I would give up any day off for him. I’d let him come over at any time. It didn’t matter when. This was bad…
He gave me a big smile. He pulled my face toward his and I easily pressed my lips against his. I loved kissing him. It was my guilty pleasure. I leaned over and pulled his shirt off of him. He giggled a little and I grinned, leaning over to kiss him again. I liked that he was starting to take initiative.
He caressed his hands down my chest and I moaned softly. He then moved his face down to my neck and started to suck on the skin. I moaned even louder and I felt his smile against the skin. Oh god, he was getting really good at this. And I think he might be catching on that I was making him my little sex god. And I’m pretty sure he was okay with it.
Ryan’s POV
In the two weeks between sessions, I went out and tried the things he taught me with other guys. They didn’t work as well as I’d hoped. Each guy, they got off, but not as quickly as Brendon had. The more I did, the more I began to realize that Brendon was teaching me how to please him. It was a little odd, but oh well. He was attractive and I was kind of okay with that.
I probably shouldn’t have been. I had given handjobs and crotch rubs to other guys, but I hadn’t had sex with anyone but him. And I was starting to miss it. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside of me. And Carmen was starting to grow restless. She kept trying to kiss me and hold me, but I kept saying no. I didn’t want to even think about touching her. It made any tingly feelings about guys go away. She grossed me out.
So I came over to him. I came to his apartment. And I was going to tell him that I knew what he was doing. He was grooming me to be his own personal sex slave. That I understood and that I thought we should stop. But then he opened the door in nothing but sweatpants and his hair everywhere and stubble and, for the love of god, it took every fiber of my being not to just jump him.
And we started kissing and my mind went out my ear. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling his shirt off and just touching him. I needed to touch him. I needed to feel his skin under my fingers. And then I pushed him off of me completely. He pouted and I sat up. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down, along with his boxers, “Lesson two…” I looked up at him with a grin.
His eyes widened and I chuckled. I pushed him backward a little bit and got down on my knees. I kissed the head of his dick and licked it. He moaned and slipped his hand into my hair, gripping it. I moaned onto his dick and he moaned louder. And then he pushed me off. I pouted up at him and he took a deep breath, “So you know,” and I tilted my head. He laughed, “You know I’m grooming you. Because you’ve become quite a little sex kitten. It wasn’t my intention. Do you want to keep this up?”
I took a deep breath, but nodded, “I don’t want to stop seeing you,” I whispered. I really liked him, “I know what you’re doing… Because I tried those things on other guys and they didn’t work as well as they did on you…”
“I also stopped you because… If I’m grooming you… I’m going to show you what I like… on you…” he swept me off my feet and walked to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He pulled off my jeans and I was already hard. Fuck, I’d been hard since I saw him when I walked in.
He ran his hands up and down my body and pushed my legs open. He climbed between them and started to kiss the head. Shortly after, he placed his mouth on it and started to suck on it. I gasped and gripped the sheets. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his head. I grinned and gripped his hair instead. He then started to lick as he sucked on the head of it.
I was trying so hard not to buck up into his mouth. And then he moved his mouth further down my shaft and I moaned really loudly. I arched my back and gripped his hair harder. He moaned and I felt the vibration from his throat. I moaned and he went further and further down until I felt his tongue lick along the under of my shaft. That’s when I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into him.
He moaned and the vibration came even stronger on me. I arched my back more and felt my toes curl. He brought one of his hands down to cup my balls. He began to massage them as he continued to move his mouth up and down my shaft. And then he pushed me to back of his throat and I could barely even contain myself. I moaned loudly, “Oh Brendon…” and he licked me even more roughly all around my shaft. And I was about ready to come. I was ready to orgasm, “I’m going…” I moaned even louder, bucking my hips into him.
He pushed me to the back of his throat again and thrusted his mouth against me. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I came and he helped me ride out my orgasm with his tongue and mouth. Jesus fuck, that was good. And then he pulled off and licked the tip. He then moved up to kiss me on the lips. Mmmm. I loved that.
And then he looked at me, “So… I’m grooming you to be my little sex kitten. Is that why you came here?”
I nodded slowly, “I actually came to tell you that I knew what you were doing… And that I thought we should stop… But now I really don’t want to…” I slowly sat up and flipped us over. I climbed on top of him and kissed his lips, “Because I enjoy this too much,” I kissed his lips followed by his neck. I kissed down his body and kissed the tip. I gave him exactly what he gave me. And it didn’t take him nearly as long as it took me to finish.
When I pulled off, I went to kiss him. But then I stopped myself. I put my arms to my stomach and then one hand to my mouth. I nearly fell off the bed, “Bathroom!” I managed and he pointed. I ran to it and threw up in the toilet. What the fuck? It wasn’t his come that made me throw up. I knew that for sure. It didn’t disgust me. In fact, I thought he tasted good. But now it all just came up. No pun intended.
And then I felt his hand rubbing my back and I heard him chuckle, “I didn’t think I tasted that bad,” but he sounded hurt. I wanted so bad to tell him that it wasn’t him. But the puke wouldn’t stop. When it finally did, I rested my head against the cool porcelain of the toilet.
“It wasn’t your come. I promise. I know that it wasn’t. I must have eaten something bad. I did have a burrito this morning from some sketch Mexican restaurant… It’s not you…” I slowly moved away from the toilet, “I’m going to rinse out my mouth. Maybe I should go home…” yeah, because the puking was totally a boner kill. For both of us.
He nodded and helped me up. He moved the hair from my sweaty forehead. I gurgled water and then spit it out several times. And then I turned to him, “I don’t think you want me kissing your lips so…” I kissed the side of his mouth, “I’ll see you soon,” I walked out, got dressed, and left the apartment. As soon as I left the building, I dropped to my knees and puked in the street. Fucking food poisoning… Never going to that stupid Mexican place ever again.
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A/N: So it says 2 reviews, but the third was put on the story as a whole. So I count that as three, haha. Here is your update! And HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE is your mpreg warning. It starts in the next chapter! Ryan finds out in the next chapter. So here's your warning. If you end here, then... I'll let you know in the summaries in the beginning what happened in the previous chapter. It's like in the TV shows 'What's happened so far...' kinda thing. I hope you enjoyed! Three reviews gets you an update!
Brendon’s POV
After that session with Ryan, I stepped into the shower and allowed the water to wash over me. I enjoyed Ryan. Every single bit of him. He was still so innocent. And really, I was grooming him. I knew I was. I couldn’t help it though. I didn’t want him being able to please any other guy. Only me. Which really, is completely selfish and I really shouldn’t.
But did I care? Not really. The things I was teaching him to do, soon enough, he’d figure out that those were my ticks. But until then… I was going to enjoy it. Besides, I was figuring out his ticks. And as soon as I’d groomed him to be my little sex kitten, I could show him his own sexual spots. I’d show him how good I could make him feel. But that could wait until the final exam.
Yes, I was treating this like a college class. I couldn’t help it. It kinda felt that way to me. Every class just ended with a test, which was sex, more or less. And I doubt he’d mind that. Having sex with him was probably the best thing ever. I’d never had an orgasm that… amazing. That was really the only word I had for it. Amazing, mind-blowing… orgasmic. I’ve never had an orgasm that orgasmic. Yeah, I went there.
So these little lessons? I didn’t want them to stop. Meanwhile, though, I had to make money. So I kept escorting people to their events. Some of my older clients took me on trips with them to different countries. The nice thing, though, was I got paid extra. I’ve gotten paid 50k for one trip. I get paid to travel. Who am I to argue?
The following morning, I crawled out of bed and made my way to my closet. I threw on my work clothes and headed out. I went to the bookstore that was my day job and walked in through the back, “Hey Jerry.”
“Hey. Late night?” he always teased me about this shit.
“Nah. Just stayed up late playing xBox. You know how addicting COD is,” I joked, “That and Skyrim,” I shook my head and walked to the front desk and sat down. I grabbed a random book and opened it, reading through random snippets of the book.
The day was one of long hours and annoying customers before it was over. I made my way home and went to my room. I sat down and sighed. That’s when I heard my phone ringing. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and grabbed it. I answered, “Brendon.”
“Brendon, this is Arnold from the local paper. We were wondering if you wanted to run your ad again. Prices have gone up, especially for the space you wanted. Several people want that spot. But I said I might have someone else who would want it. But if you don’t want it, there are some who want it.”
“Uh… No, I’ll skip it. Thanks though. I have plenty of clients. If I need more money, I’ll put in an ad for next month. I’ll see you later, Arnold,” I hung up and put the phone down. That wasn’t true. I just kind of wanted Ryan all to myself. I didn’t really want the other clients, which was bad. I wouldn’t make money this way.
A week passed and I hadn’t seen Ryan. I was beginning to think that he wasn’t ever going to come. I guess that was for the best. I was getting attached. And that was bad. Getting attached was never a good thing, especially in my line of work. Attachments were bad, so very bad. So maybe the fact that I hadn’t seen him in a week was a good thing. What you can’t see can’t hurt you, right?
And another week passed and I was starting to get weary. My other clients even were beginning to comment on it. Why was I so butthurt that I hadn’t seen him? He only used me to lose his virginity. And he tried to pay me for it even after I told him the first night was on the house. What was I doing? This was my work. This wasn’t just some one night stand. And he was the virgin, not me. So he should be the attached one!
I had taken the day off of escorting and from the bookstore. I was just lounging in sweatpants, stubble, and my hair going every which direction. Then the buzzer sounded and I looked over. Sweet, the pizza was here. I got up and went over to the intercom. I buzzed back, “Yeah? Come up.”
I took my finger off the buzz and went to sit back down on the couch. Sweet, pizza. I love pizza. And then there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my wallet and walked over. I opened the door, “Hello—Oh,” I dropped my wallet and looked at Ryan who was just standing there, “I haven’t… seen you in two weeks. I thought you were the pizza guy…” and then it hit me, “Crap. I look like shit. I wish you’d called. Come in… Just give me a second to change.”
“No!” he yelled and then I stared at him strangely and his face turned bright red, “I mean… You don’t have to.”
I raised a slender brow, “I look like crap. I have stubble, my hair is… the definition of bedhead, and I’m wearing nothing but sweatpants…” and then I grinned, “You like it, don’t you?” I leaned against the doorframe. His face turned even redder. I caressed the side of his face with my thumb, “Does it turn you on?” I whispered.
The shade of red his face had turned made me horny, and to be honest, even with my line of work, that’s hard to do. This guy made me all sorts of mush inside. I took hold of his hand and pushed him down onto the couch. I climbed on top of him and grinned. I shivered as he ran his hands down my naked torso. And then he grinned. And oh my god, I had turned him into a sex kitten.
And I was perfectly okay with that. I had turned him into my little sex kitten, which probably meant that he wouldn’t easily be able to please anyone else. I loved the very thought that he could please me… so very easily. I kissed his neck softly, nibbling at the skin.
And then he pushed me away, “I’m sorry I didn’t call…”
I laughed softly, “I don’t really care. I’d give my night off for you any time,” which sounded a lot sweeter and romantic than I meant it. But it was true. I would give up any day off for him. I’d let him come over at any time. It didn’t matter when. This was bad…
He gave me a big smile. He pulled my face toward his and I easily pressed my lips against his. I loved kissing him. It was my guilty pleasure. I leaned over and pulled his shirt off of him. He giggled a little and I grinned, leaning over to kiss him again. I liked that he was starting to take initiative.
He caressed his hands down my chest and I moaned softly. He then moved his face down to my neck and started to suck on the skin. I moaned even louder and I felt his smile against the skin. Oh god, he was getting really good at this. And I think he might be catching on that I was making him my little sex god. And I’m pretty sure he was okay with it.
Ryan’s POV
In the two weeks between sessions, I went out and tried the things he taught me with other guys. They didn’t work as well as I’d hoped. Each guy, they got off, but not as quickly as Brendon had. The more I did, the more I began to realize that Brendon was teaching me how to please him. It was a little odd, but oh well. He was attractive and I was kind of okay with that.
I probably shouldn’t have been. I had given handjobs and crotch rubs to other guys, but I hadn’t had sex with anyone but him. And I was starting to miss it. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside of me. And Carmen was starting to grow restless. She kept trying to kiss me and hold me, but I kept saying no. I didn’t want to even think about touching her. It made any tingly feelings about guys go away. She grossed me out.
So I came over to him. I came to his apartment. And I was going to tell him that I knew what he was doing. He was grooming me to be his own personal sex slave. That I understood and that I thought we should stop. But then he opened the door in nothing but sweatpants and his hair everywhere and stubble and, for the love of god, it took every fiber of my being not to just jump him.
And we started kissing and my mind went out my ear. I couldn’t stop myself from pulling his shirt off and just touching him. I needed to touch him. I needed to feel his skin under my fingers. And then I pushed him off of me completely. He pouted and I sat up. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pushing them down, along with his boxers, “Lesson two…” I looked up at him with a grin.
His eyes widened and I chuckled. I pushed him backward a little bit and got down on my knees. I kissed the head of his dick and licked it. He moaned and slipped his hand into my hair, gripping it. I moaned onto his dick and he moaned louder. And then he pushed me off. I pouted up at him and he took a deep breath, “So you know,” and I tilted my head. He laughed, “You know I’m grooming you. Because you’ve become quite a little sex kitten. It wasn’t my intention. Do you want to keep this up?”
I took a deep breath, but nodded, “I don’t want to stop seeing you,” I whispered. I really liked him, “I know what you’re doing… Because I tried those things on other guys and they didn’t work as well as they did on you…”
“I also stopped you because… If I’m grooming you… I’m going to show you what I like… on you…” he swept me off my feet and walked to the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. He pulled off my jeans and I was already hard. Fuck, I’d been hard since I saw him when I walked in.
He ran his hands up and down my body and pushed my legs open. He climbed between them and started to kiss the head. Shortly after, he placed his mouth on it and started to suck on it. I gasped and gripped the sheets. He grabbed my hands and placed them on his head. I grinned and gripped his hair instead. He then started to lick as he sucked on the head of it.
I was trying so hard not to buck up into his mouth. And then he moved his mouth further down my shaft and I moaned really loudly. I arched my back and gripped his hair harder. He moaned and I felt the vibration from his throat. I moaned and he went further and further down until I felt his tongue lick along the under of my shaft. That’s when I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting into him.
He moaned and the vibration came even stronger on me. I arched my back more and felt my toes curl. He brought one of his hands down to cup my balls. He began to massage them as he continued to move his mouth up and down my shaft. And then he pushed me to back of his throat and I could barely even contain myself. I moaned loudly, “Oh Brendon…” and he licked me even more roughly all around my shaft. And I was about ready to come. I was ready to orgasm, “I’m going…” I moaned even louder, bucking my hips into him.
He pushed me to the back of his throat again and thrusted his mouth against me. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I came and he helped me ride out my orgasm with his tongue and mouth. Jesus fuck, that was good. And then he pulled off and licked the tip. He then moved up to kiss me on the lips. Mmmm. I loved that.
And then he looked at me, “So… I’m grooming you to be my little sex kitten. Is that why you came here?”
I nodded slowly, “I actually came to tell you that I knew what you were doing… And that I thought we should stop… But now I really don’t want to…” I slowly sat up and flipped us over. I climbed on top of him and kissed his lips, “Because I enjoy this too much,” I kissed his lips followed by his neck. I kissed down his body and kissed the tip. I gave him exactly what he gave me. And it didn’t take him nearly as long as it took me to finish.
When I pulled off, I went to kiss him. But then I stopped myself. I put my arms to my stomach and then one hand to my mouth. I nearly fell off the bed, “Bathroom!” I managed and he pointed. I ran to it and threw up in the toilet. What the fuck? It wasn’t his come that made me throw up. I knew that for sure. It didn’t disgust me. In fact, I thought he tasted good. But now it all just came up. No pun intended.
And then I felt his hand rubbing my back and I heard him chuckle, “I didn’t think I tasted that bad,” but he sounded hurt. I wanted so bad to tell him that it wasn’t him. But the puke wouldn’t stop. When it finally did, I rested my head against the cool porcelain of the toilet.
“It wasn’t your come. I promise. I know that it wasn’t. I must have eaten something bad. I did have a burrito this morning from some sketch Mexican restaurant… It’s not you…” I slowly moved away from the toilet, “I’m going to rinse out my mouth. Maybe I should go home…” yeah, because the puking was totally a boner kill. For both of us.
He nodded and helped me up. He moved the hair from my sweaty forehead. I gurgled water and then spit it out several times. And then I turned to him, “I don’t think you want me kissing your lips so…” I kissed the side of his mouth, “I’ll see you soon,” I walked out, got dressed, and left the apartment. As soon as I left the building, I dropped to my knees and puked in the street. Fucking food poisoning… Never going to that stupid Mexican place ever again.
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A/N: So it says 2 reviews, but the third was put on the story as a whole. So I count that as three, haha. Here is your update! And HEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEE is your mpreg warning. It starts in the next chapter! Ryan finds out in the next chapter. So here's your warning. If you end here, then... I'll let you know in the summaries in the beginning what happened in the previous chapter. It's like in the TV shows 'What's happened so far...' kinda thing. I hope you enjoyed! Three reviews gets you an update!
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