I love you
Better. Stronger. Faster. Harder. The world consisted on these four pillars. That is what people expected from him. One day he would say, 'To hell with it all.' One day when his sister didn't need a heart operation. One day when he could dream about faking it all.
Why fake it then. His life was already fake, not the boy his mother kissed goodnight too. No, now a man stood in the place of the boy. A man who grew up fast. It was either him or Nadia who had to do the growing up.
Nadia did it at first until she became blinded. By Cupid by love. Love such a foreign word. His tongue tried to wrap around it. L-O-V-E four letters found on a grade one spelling list. He weighed the word letting the monosyllable stretch.
'Do I know what love means?' he asked himself.
Why? Why was he being haunted by that word. Love did not fit into his pillars of the world. No, it was a too unexplored region in the desert. His mind refused to acknowledge the unknown presence.
Slowly the tongue slipped its way in. Into the unexplored mouth. His control went out the window. A body acting on its own accord. A moan accented the sounds of the musicians. It become one with the trills and chirps of those natural musicians.
'No more,' he begged.
'Are you not ready to take this further?' his partner asked. Still firmly grasping his hips.
'Are you' the question left unanswered as another set of attacks found it way. This time teeth bit into the flesh.
The younger man's skin started crawling with disgust. No, mama would never approve of this love. His body refused to accept his mind. The hand travelled lower. Squeezing the tight bare ass of his teacher.
The leaves broke under the pressure. Faster than he could comprehend he lay faced down. This was his last lesson, the last bit of training. moans left the older man's mouth as underneath him the younger moved down. Licking the rick hard nipples and finding his way to the cock.
This wasn't a lot bigger than the dildo he had practiced on. His tongue slowly crept up. A slow stroke. He sucked in and slides his mouth over the length. He knows how he looks like. He looks like a common whore. Only his love for this man could have spurned him on.
He hums and pulls in and out. Loving the taste until he cums. That is something a dildo doesn't help with. the salty, bitter taste of the milky substance.
'Good boy. Now open your legs wide,' the teacher orders softly.
His legs open into the slits allowing his teacher full access. The blonde's tongue creeps forward. Licking the hole while pinching and tweaking nipples. Silently he begs for release as a hand pushes in a cock ring.
He hates this needy feeling creeping over him.
'Your targets will torture you like this. Resist all temptations and beg.'
His mind refuses to acknowledge defeat. He was in control of this damn situation. He was always in control. No, he twisted his body. Met with each thrust and had the man on top scream his name. Slowly the cock ring was removed. He screamed and let out a stream of cum.
'I love you Yassen,'
Yassen froze at the words.
'Love you too John,' he managed to breathe out.