So Brian's fucking me. (Brian's fucking me!) And it feels so good. He's pulling almost all the way out and then thrusting back in, rubbing up against "my special spot" every time. Every cell in my body is vibrating with electricity and burning with the most intense heat. I can't help but start meeting his thrusts, pushing back hard until I feel his balls slap against my ass.

And fuck! The noises he's making. Grunting, panting, and moaning (softly; his moans are partially muffled as he licks, sucks, and bites my neck). Then suddenly, he's pounding into me and stroking my cock hard and fast. In the blink of an eye, my orgasm charges through me, and I bite back a moan as I arch my back, cum spurting out of me wildly, like a fire hydrant that's been unscrewed. (Course, no child would want to dance in my "spray.") A second later, Brian freezes, growls my name, and bites my neck. Hard. Then I feel his hot cum filling me up. It's a strange sensation, but not unpleasant. The opposite really.

As Brian recovers, he rests his head in the crook of my neck and slides his hands up my sweat slick chest, squeezing me tight. My arms and legs are kind of sore. I can't hold his (dead) weight much longer, though I want to remain in his arms, for his cock to remain buried in my ass. Unfortunately, a couple minutes later, gravity wins, pulling us down into a heap. Brian twists us to the side, which causes him to grunt in pain (from the injuries his dad inflicted), but, once the pain fades (I can tell because he's breathing normal again), it's even better. Cause now we're spooning, and his dick is still deeply embedded in my ass.

However, my bliss is fleeting. It's wrecked, and you'll never guess why or how. Okay, I'll just tell you. (Blushing) cum starts trickling out of my ass, tickling me. I giggle and wriggle, though Brian tries to hold me in place. When I hear footsteps on the stairs, I'm almost relieved. I need to give my ass a good scrubbing.

Brian's off me in a flash, on the floor pulling on the pajama pants he'd discarded and pushing the chair back to the desk (it was wedged under the doorknob to keep unwelcome guests out). I don't even bother with my pajama pants. I just throw a cover over myself and pretend to be asleep.

I sigh in contentment, in spite of the cum still trickling out of me. I can't help but smile. I'm no longer a virgin. Daphne's gonna flip!

Turns out, the footsteps are just a false alarm. After a couple minutes, I open one eye. Brian is staring at me, his face so close to mine that I squeal and jump back. He finds this hilarious, laughing so hard that he falls over. I mutter, "Asshole."

We take separate showers (pouty face), but we dress together. In fact, Brian dresses me while placing open-mouthed kisses on my lips and all over my neck. I'm about to demand that he take responsibility for the hard-on he inspired when my mom does it for him (by walking in and announcing that she'd finished making breakfast. Her voice is the greatest buzz kill and hard-on deflater.) Good thing Brian's reflexes are so quick. He'd jumped away from me as she walked in the door, so she has no clue I was in Brian's arms but 10 seconds before.

Minutes later, Brian and I are eating chocolate chip pancakes (my mom always makes them when I have an overnight guest) at the kitchen table, exchanging furtive glances and smiling like fools. But then, my mom, Queen Buzz Kill, asks, "Justin, I was in the downstairs bathroom and noticed that part of the wall paper is discolored. What happened?"

I turn ten shades of red, and Brian starts laughing his ass off.

I clear my throat and then reply, as calmly as I can manage, while looking anywhere but at her, "My can of coke exploded."

"In the bathroom?"

"Well, I was afraid it might. I tried to hold it over the sink."

"Hmmm. Oh." Then she turns back to the oven (she's making more pancakes; she's used to my appetite, but it's especially strong today).

Brian's laughter has decreased in intensity by now (he's chuckling), but his eyes are dancing. I fix him with my iciest glare. But when he fake-pouts, I can't help but smile. Fucker!