“Umm . . . Justin? Yeah. Put your clothes on hon.” “No. You are gonna fuck my brains out with this. Now.” Justin waved the dildo frantically in the air as JC’s jaw dropped. “Watch your mouth and get dressed.” “No. You promised.” “No, I didn’t.” “Yes you did, you lying bastard. You said you would fuck me with a dildo if I got a perfect on my test. I got a perfect and I want fucked.” JC stood up, wrapping a blanket around Justin’s bare body and turned around pacing. “Stop saying that right now. What’s wrong with you? Huh? I’m not gonna use that on you Just. You’re way to young and umm . . . yeah young. You’re just a boy. And I’m a boy. So no. And quit using that type of language.” “You already said that. I think you’re rambling.” JC turned around to find Justin laid out on his stomach on the bed. The blanket laid bunched at the edge of the bed on the floor. The dildo still in Justin’s hand. “No one cares about age Josh. And you can’t tell me you didn’t check me out. You like guys you just don’t want me to know about it. I’m not stupid. I hear you talking with the other guys. I know you’re staring at my butt. It’s okay. I’m a hot little piece.” JC felt himself turn red as his eyes took in a smooth, pale back, trim waist, and yeah Justin was right, because that was a very nice ass. Very nice. Okay, very nice was an understatement. “Oh Just . . . ” “Move along Josh. Don’t tell me you don’t want some of this. I know you do.” “Justin!” “Oh please. It’s not like we’re having sex or anything. You’re just helping a friend out.” “I can’t do this Just. I’m sorry but I can’t.” Justin leaned over the edge of the bed, a blush staining his cheeks, as he grabbed the discarded blanket, draping it loosely around himself. “You’re breaking a promise that you made.” JC sat down next to Justin on the bed, rubbing his back through the blanket. “Don’t think about it like that Just. You know I would do just about anything for you.” “Just about anything? Nice to know how much you care about me.” “That’s not fair.” “No! This isn’t fair. Do you know how hard it is for me? I can’t date. I can’t have sex. I’ve never even been kissed because I have to be so careful. That’s not fair. Do you know how badly I want a boyfriend? But I can’t have one because we’re in the public eye and I’m too young to be responsible about it. I would ruin all of our chances to be a successful group. But the rest of you can do whatever the hell you want.” “Shh . . . That’s enough.” JC wrapped his arms around Justin’s body, his resolution dissolving as he saw the tears in the younger man’s eyes. Taking a deep breath, JC pulled at the edges of the blanket. “Josh?” “Lay down sweetheart.” Justin’s eyes grew large as JC pulled the blanket away, leaving the boy very naked, and very vulnerable on the bed. Justin rolled over to his stomach, his body shaking in anticipation. “Pull your legs underneath you. Yeah. Just like that. Now spread them apart. Keep your chest down. Good. Did you bring any lube?” JC chuckled as he slid his hand over Justin’s round bottom emitting a full body shudder and a shaky no from the young man. “Okay. Here . . . suck.” Three fingers were presented to Justin’s mouth. Sloppily he licked the digits into his mouth, eagerly rolling them around his tongue. JC reached down to adjust himself as he tried to remove his fingers, only to be rewarded b Justin sucking harder. “That’s enough sweetheart.” Justin stopped his ministrations with a moan. JC pulled his fingers from Justin’s mouth, tracing his lower lip until it shined with the wetness. “Just relax. Okay?” Justin nodded as wet fingers traced down his spine, lower to the division of rounded cheeks. JC traced the muscle and slowly slid the tip of his index finger in the tight hole. Justin’s gasp was audible as JC’s finer slid all the way in. “You okay?” “Yess . . . ” Justin’s yes came out as a long, extended moan. JC smiled, pulling his finger halfway out, before pushing back in, harder and faster. The next time JC pulled out he came back with his middle finger joining his index. Justin cried out, his hips moving in time with JC’s fingers. “Still okay?” Justin didn’t answer this time. He was too busy riding JC’s fingers. Grinding harder against them with each thrust. JC tried to tune out the sounds of Justin’s moan but that was getting harder to do with every passing minute. He could feel his cock pulsing, rubbing sweetly against his jeans. His mind wandered, and the vague thought that it should be illegal for a fifteen-year-old to sound this sexy, floated around his head. Hell, it should be illegal for anyone to sound this sexy. JC couldn’t help himself as he added a third finger. His other hand reached out to grasp Justin’s ass. Rubbing and kneading the soft flesh roughly. “Does that feel good sweetheart?” JC curled the fingers buried deep in Justin, grinning wickedly when Justin’s flew forward, screaming out in pleasure. JC removed his fingers, letting his hand snake under Justin, pulling lightly at his cock. “Turn over sweetheart.” JC watched as Justin unfolded himself, all long lines and smooth skin. He prayed for self control as he pushed a pillow under Justin’s slim hips, propping him up. “Josh?” “What sweetheart?” “More. You gotta . . . I’m so close and . . . ” “Shh . . . I know. Just lay there. I’ll make it better.” JC took in the boy in front of him. Eyes, heavy-lidded, dark with lust and sexual heat, baby-fat-covered cheeks flushed a rosy hue, lips, cherry red and newly wetted, chest heaving with labored breathing, slender cock nestled in tight, light brown curls and drooling pre-cum, legs spread arrantly offering everything. Yeah. JC’s morals were way too damn good. He groaned, wishing he was a weaker man with no conscious. Because Goddamn. He wished he could fuck this boy into the mattress. Maybe the box springs. Hell, clear down into the floor. JC reached out with a shaky hand, picking up the dildo. His other hand reached out, tracing teasingly around the slender cock. He moved to gather up the smeared pre-cum on Justin’s cock pausing mid-stretch. “Sweetheart, I don’t think this is going to be enough lubrication. Your first time, and you’re so damn tight I need-,” JC never finished his thought. In fact his brain might have short-circuited. Because yeah. And ohmyfuckinglord it wasn’t every day a person got to see something this hot. Maybe not in a lifetime. And holy shit. Justin was sucking on the dildo that he had ripped from JC’s hand. No. Not sucking. Getting off on licking, teasing, swallowing a dildo. JC thought maybe he was gonna swallow something too. Like his tongue when he heard Justin moan. And shit could this get any better. And JC knew it could when Justin licked up the length of the dildo and fuck . . . because it hit the back of Justin’s throat and the young man didn’t even so much as cringe, let along gag. “That’s . . . I think that enough. Justin?” Justin opened his eyes, pulling the dildo from his mouth when he felt JC’s hand on his stomach. JC groaned again. Because who the hell pouted when they had to stop sucking on a dildo. And could that be any sexier. No. Probably not. JC dragged the dildo down Justin’s naked chest, further to rub over his cock. Justin moaned, thrusting upward at the contact. “Oh Josh. God.” JC moved the dildo down, pressing it lightly against Justin’s opening. He pushed gently, his eyes darting from Justin’s face to what was taking place lower on the boy’s body. “You okay sweetheart?” Justin’s eyes remained clenched tight as he nodded, begging JC for more. JC moved the dildo faster, pushing deeper and watching Justin arch and wither. “Faster. Josh . . . more. Please God more.” JC choked on his own saliva, letting his hand skate over Justin’s sweat soaked, trembling body. “Let go sweetheart. Gorgeous baby.” Justin cried out, lifting one leg in the air to press against JC chest. The older man shuddered, cursing God. A man could only take so much. And JC’s morals were crumbling fast. His hand stroked up and down Justin’s thigh as he twisted the dildo. Justin came, one long, loud cry, his body becoming one large bundle of nerve endings. JC pulled the dildo from Justin’s body and stroked him down from his high. “You still okay sweetheart?” Justin’s eyes opened slowly, his body still releasing involuntary shivers. “I think that’s the only thing you said to me the whole time.” Justin stretched out beautiful, naked and unashamed. “You were gorgeous.” “Thank-you Josh.” Justin turned a light shade of pink and JC knew he was being thanked for much more than the compliment. He smiled and pulled the pillow from underneath Justin’s body. JC stretched out, his hand falling to Justin’s still quivering stomach. “We should talk Just.” “Oh don’t say that. That sentence only means bad things. I know that sentence Josh.” “Calm down. This isn’t really a bad talk.” “How can it not really be bad? Isn’t that like being a little dead? Or kinda gay?” JC laughed, his fingers drawing patterns on Justin’s stomach. “We can’t tell anyone about this, all right?” Justin nodded, and waited for JC to continue. “And you’re young. Really young. Illegal, and I’m going to hell, young. We shouldn’t do anything. At all. But damn if that wasn’t hot as fuck.” Justin blushed, scooting closer to JC’s body. “So what are you say?” “I’m saying that I liked this. Probably a little too much. And I want this. More of this. More of you.” “Really?” “Really. But no sex. At least not yet. You know, until I cave and all.” “So basically, soon then.” “Yeah. Soon.” Justin smiled, allowing JC to pull him closer. JC could feel Justin’s breath on his face, his smile fading slightly as he saw Justin’s pink tongue dart out to lick his lips. JC’s head bent, lower. Lower still. Until there was just a sweet press of their lips. Justin made a needy sound as JC’s tongue snaked out to lick at the seam of the boy’s lips. Justin opened his mouth, clawing at JC back at the sensation of their tongues sliding together. JC was the first to pull away, his hand stroking Justin’s cheek. Justin opened his eyes slowly, his lips already turning up in a smile. “More of this right Josh?” “More of us sweetheart.” “You were my first kiss.” “I want to be your first everything.” “My only.” “Justin . . . ” Justin leaned up, his lips brushing against JC’s. “My first kiss.” “You always remember your first kiss, sweetheart.”
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