Okay so, I figured that seeing as JPs having fun in the closet, we might want some insight into what Craig has been up to. Also, you'll be pleased to know, it's kind of long.
I would say enjoy but... :)
PART FOURTEEN Craig
"Aah...aargh ffuckk!" I cum harder that I've ever come in my whole life and John Paul...fucking hell, my best mate John Paul, he carries on sucking and licking and driving me crazy until he's got every last drop. He doesn't let go though, even when I'm spent, he just continues to lick and tongue my cock, taking the whole of me now deep inside his mouth until...oh God...fuck, he's only getting me hard again.
He suddenly freezes and I hold still too, my heart starting to beat like the clappers when I hear noises from in the corridor outside, Nancy's voice calling out to someone unknown who, it sounds like, has been given a dare which involves them running around the village, ending in them getting pizza. As fast as the noise had arrived, it seems to disappear, the rest of the group appearing to take off after the runner, leaving just me and John Paul still locked in the cupboard, him on his knees and me recovering from the single most intense moment of my life. How the hell did that happen eh?
I can't say how jealous I was when his name came up during the spin the bottle, 'Seven minutes in heaven' game. All I kept thinking was 'what if Spike gets him in the closet and he experiences all those firsts that he hasn't had the chance to do yet'. I'd been putting the blindfold on and all I wanted to do was guide him away from the rest of the group and ask him not to let Spike touch him. Honestly, the thought of his experienced, creep of a boyfriend doing anything with him was just...well, it didn't bear thinking about and it was at that point I knew I'd have to get my arse in gear and sort something out otherwise it'd be too late. I guess I just hadn't decided unit I got inside the cupboard and saw him standing nervously there, exactly how it was I'd prevent Spike being 'the first'.
At least having the bottle actually spin onto me helped. Of course, if it'd been Nancy or Sarah or even Hannah then I wouldn't have bothered. Lewis looked to be loved up with Hannah after their time in the closet but both Freddy and Spike, no fucking way.
Christ I'd been nervous when it'd spun on him, he really looked like he might throw up. Spike'd looked like the cat that got the cream though and after his comment to the other lads in the kitchen, all I wanted to do was protect John Paul from him, he looked like a predator. The glint in his eye had reminded me of those wild cats in the David Attenborough documentaries and John Paul was the poor fucking gazelle that would get eaten alive. I think it was at that point, the image of the pair of them locked in some kind of tight clinch, whether John Paul wanted it or not, that I stopped kidding myself that I was just looking out for my best mate and admitted that it was more than that.
Ever since he'd said what he had at Hannah's 18th, I'd been in pieces, wondering if he still felt that way or if he really had just confused feelings of intense friendship with something romantic, something more. Then we'd had that all too brief kiss at the dance off and suddenly it wasn't Sarah that I wanted to be with anymore. We'd kissed, albeit briefly and that was it, thing's changed for me. I wasn't just trying to figure out what was going on with John Paul, I was also trying to work out what the fuck was happening with me too. I'd never felt anything sexual for a lad before but there was no denying that I was suddenly seeing my best mate in a whole different light. Of course me being me, I'd tried to deny it to myself, carry on as normal, tell myself that what I was thinking and feeling was in direct response to to what he'd said and what we'd done. It'd just taken me so bloody long to get my head around it that by the time I did, Spike was on the scene. Bastard!
Everything that'd happened tonight had just confirmed things for me really. When I'd been given the dare to lick Spike I figured the only way to really get through it was to pretend it was John Paul and that had been easier than expected seeing as he was sat so close by. I could smell that fresh soap smell and the apple of his shampoo which'd made his hair look a little blonder tonight and then, as I was doing the dare, I heard his breath hitch and a soft sigh escape him and it was like it really was him whose skin I was licking. It certainly took the edge off having to do that to Spike that was for sure.
Oh God, when he'd been given the ice cube task too. I could've kissed Freddy for that one. I could tell how nervous John Paul was getting and I almost called it off, made an excuse so he wouldn't have to do it but for my own selfish reasons, I couldn't. I wanted him to feel my skin beneath his lips but more than that I wanted to feel them on me. It was exciting at first, the anticipation I felt when he asked me to take my shirt off but when I saw him blush and saw that unmistakable look of lust in his eyes, I'd been thrilled, couldn't lie down on that fucking cushion quick enough if I'm being honest with myself. I don't think I've ever felt such an intense stab of desire as I did when his eyes met mine near the end of the dare and then his cool lips but red hot tongue had started kissing my neck. Jesus, that'd been enough to have my cock throbbing in my jeans against the carpet.
Still, even after that, I decided that if I got the chance to speak to him alone again, I'd tell him exactly what I thought of his...of Spike and I'd find out once and for all if his feelings for me have changed or if there really is a chance that we could have something...together. Unfortunately that opportunity hadn't come and so he'd gone into the closet, none the wiser of his boyfriends intentions for them for later that night.
Still, I managed to get one over on the prick when, by sheer fluke, the bottle had landed on me. His face had been an absolute picture. No one else had thought anything of it. In fact, they were all cracking up saying how we'd have come up with an entire Fantasy Football team by the time we got out of there. Spike though, he'd given me this look, like a death stare, the jealous twat, like he'd known, which, I suppose, after the things Hannah had said to him tonight, he would've.
The thing is, it wasn't really Spike I was worried about. I was more bothered what John Paul's response would be. After the kiss at the dance, we kind of avoided each other, especially when he and Hannah split up and he proper came out but then we got back on track and into being friends again and it was like it'd always been but he'd dropped the issue completely. Next thing I knew, that sausage stealing twat was on the scene. Talk about moving on. That's the problem now though and was the one thing I really wasn't sure about when it came to going in the closet with him.
What if he'd moved on properly? What if his feelings for me really only were a passing phase and it only felt like love to him because I was the first bloke he fancied, was the person that'd made him realise he was gay and so all those emotions had confused him? Watching him with Spike tonight, he didn't seem that enraptured but I had caught him staring off a few times with this really dreamy expression on his face so, it could be love or at least the start of it.
That's why I'd ended up locked in this closet with him, under subterfuge if I'm honest. There was no way I was going to let Spike touch him but I wasn't sure how he'd react to me going in there either and I wasn't going to risk him turning the 'seven minutes in Heaven' into seven minutes of conversation time and then him going back with Spike tonight and getting fucked. That's why, when the bottle spin landed on me, I felt I had to deceive him. Not my finest hour, I'll admit but it was all I could think of in that moment. I told the others I was going to the toilet first, which bought us a little extra time thanks to Hannah pointing out that time should only start from me going in the closet thing. So I'd left the room with an extra five minutes added on but instead of nipping to the bathroom, I'd gone and taken Spike's coat from Nancy's room and slipped it on, then unbuttoning my shirt so just my t shirt was showing before taking a deep breath and entering the little room. He'd looked so nervous standing there, his head turning, an apprehensive smile playing at his lips when I stepped through the door.
Seeing the flicker of emotions crossing his face, I'd been a little unsure if I could go through with what I planned...a proper recap of the kiss we'd shared and maybe giving him a love bite, something every lad our age should've experienced by now. Then everything had shifted and he'd leaned in to kiss me, or whoever he though it was and all my good intentions had flown right out the door.
God, it'd been like a kick to the solar plexus, the feel of his lips tentative at first and then more demanding, the taste and heat from them sending a very clear message of desire straight to my cock. There was no messing after that and I'd found myself responding, more passionately and demanding that I've ever done with Sarah. Fuck, I hadn't even felt guilty when I'd had a fleeting thought of my girlfriend because I knew she'd done more than just snog Freddy in the little room. Not that I wouldn't have kissed John Paul anyway, it wasn't a revenge thing it's just...it made it a none issue. I hadn't been able to stop myself then, had just completely gone for it, snogging him back and then kissing and licking and biting the soft flesh at his neck, my prick becoming impossibly hard with each groan he'd elicited. Hell, I'd felt like I might cum in my jeans at one point when he'd shivered and trembled against me, his dick pressing and thrusting against mine.
I'd thought I was seducing him but the tables seemed to turn at that point even though he'd started it and he'd taken control back, grinding his hips into mine, making me dizzy as all the blood in my body seemed to rush south. I'd had to keep telling myself this was for him, taking a breather at one point so I could get a little control over my body and then...well then I dominated once more, my hand sliding over his arse to cup his backside, pushing him ever closer to me until there was very little room to tell us apart.
When I'd thought of anything like this in the time I was with Sarah, I'd pushed the thoughts away, dismissed them as typical teenage intrigue, thoughts of experimentation but the reality was...is, that I want him so badly that I can practically taste it.
There'd only really been one other moment of hesitation between us and that was when I made the decision to take things as far as I could, my hand resting on the fastening of his jeans, waiting for some sign that this was okay. Fucking hell, his response had been...well it'd been more than I ever could've wished for. The sounds he made had only heightened my desire for him, the soft murmurs and expletives encouraging me to continue on until he was crying out and shuddering against me, shooting cum all over my hand and his cock and my belly. Jeez, it was the single, hottest thing I'd ever seen...for about thirty seconds. Then he'd taken me in his mouth and that became the stuff that dreams, wet dreams are made of.
Honestly, there was only one thing could've made this any better...well two if you include him actually knowing it was me and that was if he wasn't blindfolded. All right so, it added that little bit of kink to what we were doing, especially with his hands all tied too but...girly as it sounds, I would've liked to have seen into his eyes, witnesses exactly what this between us was doing to him too, seen the emotion behind the act itself.
Don't get me wrong, I know he was enjoying it, a blind man could work that out from a foot away. I can smell the lust in the room and you really can't fake that kind of pleasure, both in sound, sight or the feel of his hard-on in my hand or against my leg. Being able to watch those eyes of his change colour as he came or seeing them roll back in his head as he lost control...watching him looking back at me as he'd taken my dick in his mouth and sucked me, would've made things just that little bit sweeter to remember.
Jesus Christ, watching him lose it completely, even with the blindfold on, had given me enough wanking material to last a lifetime. Seeing that deep flush of excitement in the dim light had heightened my own need for him, not to mention the sound of his voice, hoarse and husky, crying out as he came. It was weird but as sexually aroused as I was in that moment, I'd also felt an overwhelming wave of tenderness envelope me, making me act on my feelings, touching his face in a light caress that was filled with all the love and friendship I feel for him. He hesitated then and I thought for a second I'd been caught out but then it was like he'd decided to just accept it and not question the act.
In all the times I've been with Sarah, I've never thought to help her get cleaned off afterwards and yet, seeing John Paul standing before me, semi naked and vulnerable, it'd been at the forefront of my mind. I'd slipped Spike's jacket off...priding myself and getting some perverted pleasure that there was a trace of John Paul's cum on the sleeve and then I'd removed my shirt, wiping away every trace, bar the ones in my head, of his orgasm.
Of course I wasn't sure at that point if that'd be the end of it and I had no idea at all how much time had passed but then I'd felt him responding to my touch and nothing like that mattered anymore. All that was important was that I was still locked in that room with John Paul, he was becoming hard again and showing all outward signs that he wanted more. He was just so damn receptive to touch that I couldn't help wanking him a couple of times, the rational side of my brain telling me we should stop now being completely over-ruled by the side that's dictated to by my heart and my cock. Fuck me, it was like he knew exactly what to do to stimulate and seduce me further, becoming both demure and wanton in equal measures when his tongue flicked out to taste himself on the tips of my fingers.
I know that I said something at that point and thought he'd maybe worked out I wasn't who he thought I was and I'd panicked a little, the sudden thought occuring that what I'd done could ruin everything. My brain was waging a war with itself, should I continue, will he make a move, shall I leave now before I really screw things up? I'd stepped closer intent on saying something, though goodness knows what, but then it was like he'd become determined, his brows becoming un-furrowed, facial features relaxing with a small, playful smile tugging at his lips. At that point I kind of relaxed again as I knew it was okay, he wanted me or, at least, the fantasy I portrayed.
So I went for it, grabbing his hands and holding them whilst kissing him with everything I had, pretty much doing to his mouth, what I wanted to do with the rest of his body. He'd not disappointed either, returning my kiss with as much passion and force as I was using. Christ, it'd been happening all over again but this time, after a little exploration on my part which left me wanting and craving more, he'd taken the initiative, licking and sucking at my nipples until I was putty in his hands.
Fuck me, he'd had me so hot and hard that I'd started humping him like a dog on heat, the delicious friction of his denim jeans against my cock leaving behind dark, wet patches of pre-cum on the material. I'd thought that was everything we were going to do, took the hesitation during the kissing as a sign that we were slowing things down so you can just imagine my surprise, and absolute euphoria when he'd sunk to his knees and taken me inside his mouth. How the fuck I managed not to shoot my load there and then is beyond me.
I'd actually wanted to voice my incredulity that he'd really never sucked anyone off before because the talent he has for doing just that amazed me. Honestly, I've experienced quite a few from Sarah but she is no match what so ever in contrast to John Paul. Not that you really can compare them. I mean, he's my best mate and as I'm being all honest with myself, he's also the person I've been thinking about every time me and Sarah have been going at it recently. Not that that's happened much anyway. I've been too screwed up going mental thinking that John Paul was shafting or being had by Spike to will an erection on but on the times I had actually got into it with her, it'd been his face that'd spurred me on.
It's not just that either. Sarah's always a bit begrudging, giving me a blow job like she's returning the favour whereas John Paul...he'd barely hesitated and after a few experimental licks, he'd really gone to town, practically worshiping my cock with each kiss, lick, nibble and suck of his mouth. Talk about expert. Honestly, it'd taken all the willpower and restraint I had not to grasp my hand in his hair and thrust myself deeper into his mouth until I was ball deep, feeling his throat constrict around my rock hard dick. I hadn't though and for that I was thankful because the last thing I wanted was to make this a bad experience for him. Above all else, I'd wanted him to leave the room with no regrets, nothing but memories of first times that'd last a life time, even if it wasn't with his prick of a boyfriend.
Once he had me in his mouth, he soon started showing signs of impatience but it took a couple of seconds for me to realise that it was due to the ties binding his hands and his frustration at not being able to touch me properly that was getting him worked up. Well, you can imagine how quickly I'd gone about getting rid of them, feeling extremely pissed off when I saw how raw and inflamed his flesh looked where the scarf had chafed him.
Taking his hands in mine, I'd kissed the sore, sensitive flesh, a wave of affection more acute and unlike anything I'd felt in a long time, probably since Steph started having seizures, overwhelming me. He'd accepted the caress, leaning into me more until I'd finally let his hands go, giving him the opportunity to touch me the way he seemed to want to. Bloody hell, I kept expecting him to stop and say something, realise it was me but he didn't, he just continued on, driving me to distraction before returning his attentions back to my cock, making me wonder if he knew it was me all along and just hadn't said anything.
Fucking hell. It's like I can still feel him licking up my pre-cum and then sucking at my dick once more, touching me on my balls where no ones ever gone before and then... fuckk, then it's all a bit of a mind fuck really, hazy because as my dick got harder, ready to explode, my brain turned to a soggy mass of mush, all coherent thoughts taking a vacation as the build up to my orgasm took over.
I tried to warn him, I did, honest but he completely ignored me, taking his mouth away from my prick just long enough to assure me it was okay. Then, because he knew how fucking close I was, he started doing everything...flicking right over the tip of my cock and sucking on it, wanking me with expert precision until I was a quivering wreck and right near the end, rolling my balls in his palm until they were so full that when I did cum, my orgasm ripped through my body harder and faster than anything I've ever know. Shit, I've been on the fastest rides at Blackpool's Pleasure Beach and they didn't excite me and make me tremble or shake me to the core the way John Paul sucking me to the most powerful orgasm of my life did. Fuck 'The Big One', mine was fucking huge by the time I came.
Listening intently now, I reckon the rest of the gang have left the building, me and John Paul all but forgotten as we remain quietly locked inside the room. Well that's just about the best news I've had all day because I for one am not about to stop now and from what John Paul suddenly says, I'm guessing he isn't either.
"I reckon that could give us a little while longer if you want to..." Do I? Hell yeah. I don't give him time to finish, let alone change his mind as I reach behind his head and tug him towards me, mashing my lips against his, feeling the rest of his words breathe away over my tongue as I swallow them. He sighs into me, allowing me to hold him closer, so close that I watch, barely able to breathe as John Paul's tongue sweeps over my lips , leaving a wet, shiny trail across the seem, like he's marking me, calling out for me to take his lips so I can taste him deeper. I press back urgently, back into the kiss ...chasing it, wanting to know the flavour and feel of his lips and tongue more intimately than before as I strive to make my best friends mouth my own. He's no bystander though as he gives as well as he's taking, plundering my mouth, fucking it until there's no way of deciphering where mine begins and his ends, the pair of us lost to the outside world as the kiss sweeps through us.
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