Seconds later, Lucas’ saliva-slick cock squeezed inside Derek’s flexing,achinghole.
“Uh—fuck!”Derek clawed the sheets and bit his pillow.
“Morning fucks are the best,” Lucas grunted, pumping his friend’s ass. “Don’t ya think?”
Air hissed between Derek’s clenched teeth. “Stop talking,” he growled. “Justfuck.”
“Yessir.” Lifting Derek’s leg, Lucas pulled it back over his hip, opening Derek up. “Oh yeah.” He slammed in balls deep—again and again—assaulting Derek’s sweet spot.
“Uh! Fuck!” Derek gasped. “Fuck yes—fuck me!”
Lucas gave it all he had—and that wasa lot.He rolled Derek onto his stomach and grabbed the back of his neck and drilled his ass, grinding him into the mattress.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop…” Derek grunted into the pillow. “I’m gonna fuckingcum!”
“Uuhh!”Lucas howled, his pelvis slapping furiously against Derek’s ass, shaking the bed. “Fuckingcum! I’m gonna blow my fucking wad!”
Derek smacked his palms against the wall and arched his ass, a deep guttural roar building in his chest, rolling up his throat as he bounced his ass on Lucas’ cock. He became vaguely aware they had an audience when he heard some of the other guys chanting from the open bedroom door: “Cum! Cum! Cum!”
“Fuu—uuuck!”Derek blew cum all over the sheets.
Lucas grunted hard, then yelled out loud—and emptied his load in Derek’s ass.
Their audience whooped and hollered.
Derek collapsed against the bed into his own cum. He sucked in deep gulps of air, his heart pounding like a freight train.Fucking hell.
. . .
“Are you all right, Patrick?”
“Fine,” Patrick mumbled as he stepped around his mom and poured a cup of coffee. He didn’t often drink coffee, but this morning he needed something—and since he didn’t drink alcohol…
Eileen Weber took a seat at the table where a couple highlighter markers lay next to an open Bible. “You shouldn’t get so upset with your father. He means well.”
“I know.” Patrick sighed. “I’m not upset with him.”
“You seem upset.”
He shook his head. “Just tired. I… I didn’t sleep very well.” Not entirely true. It wasn’t the “sleeping” that had him on edge this morning—but thesoiledsheets he woke up to… and the consumingachethrobbing in his loins. How had he fallen so far, so suddenly?Crash and burn.That’s how it felt.
Patrick looked at his mom. He wished he could talk to her—or his dad—about the temptations and how weak he was feeling. But they weren’t on the same page. They were incapable of seeing things from his perspective when it came to his same-sex attractions.
Truth was—he was kind of freaking out and desperate to talk to someone. But not so desperate to confide in his parents. His dad would lose it if he knew his son was havingsex dreamsabout another guy.Patrickwas about to lose it.
“Patrick?”
“Huh?” He blinked, drifting from his troubled thoughts.
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you have any plans for today?”
Waiting for a call.He chased the thought from his head. Itterrifiedhim that Derek might actually call and want to go on the date. After the disturbing night he just had, Patrick didn’t trust himself to call it off.
“Uh… I don’t know,” he mumbled. “Maybe I’ll see what Brian is up to.”
