In Love With A Killer (Chapter Fourteen)
Shorter Chapter... Sorry... You guys are all funny. HOW DARE SOME OF YOU DODGE MY BANANA! And one of you threw it back!? I AM OFFENDED.
Sorry I've been so busy lately... Old teachers retiring.. .Concerts... Events all day long... Too much to do...
I have a teacher who reminds me of Pitch. (Or professor... Whatever you wanna call him...) And he pays too much attention to me... I don't know if he realizes he's Pitch and I remind him of Jack or if he's just a little bit overly noticing of me... But it's weird... Anybody else ever have that? Probably women more than guys, huh? Creepy old men getting all pedoish on ya...
Jack was texting Pitch. It was late Saturday night now, and he found that he was very, very horny. He missed his lover. Pitch was happy to hear that. He was texting Jack and telling him all the ways he wanted to fuck him.
Jack said he was gonna head up to take a shower. He grabbed a couple things from in his room before he did, and once he entered the bathroom, Jack called Pitch. He turned the shower on, dropped his pants, and waited for him to answer.
"Yes, my little cock whore?" Pitch answered.
Moaning once was all Jack needed to do. Soon Pitch was seducing the hell out of him. Jack pushed the rod shaped vibrator into his body, grabbed hold of his erection, and listened as Pitch whispered all sorts of naughty things into his ear.
"Anh, anh, Pitch, I want you," he gasped, feeling the vibrations get more violent inside, "I want you in me… Ooh…"
Pitch chuckled over the phone. "You're such a slut," he whispered. Jack moaned again. "Begging for my cock like this… And you're touching yourself, I'm sure… Such a good little whore you are…"
Jack was leaning against part of the shower wall, moaning softly as he pumped himself. Pitch continued whispering sweet nothings to him, and before long Jack was shooting his seed into the stream of water. He gasped after that physically trying task, whimpering helplessly as the vibrator continued.
Once he was finally satisfied, Jack said his goodbye to Pitch and actually did take a shower. He touched himself as he did, however, finding that he was suddenly hard all over again.
He rubbed his nipples, imagining that Pitch was the one doing it, and he pumped himself until he came again. He loved feeling like this. The absolute euphoria that claimed him with each orgasm. It was wonderful. Why had he not known about this before now?
His shower took a lot longer than it normally would have. Jack was so happy after he got out, though. He felt so warm and fuzzy inside.
After he changed into some pajamas, Jack came back downstairs and spent the rest of his night playing games with his sister.
When Sunday morning came, Jack was happy to take Mary to the ice rink again. It was one of their favorite weekend activities. She loved pretending she was a professional figure skater, he just loved imagining playing hockey on the ice.
Jack enjoyed all their fun and games. Gliding across the ice with her, he felt like none of the world mattered. All there was in this world was the fun.
When Mary began complaining that her nose was running, they went to the park. Jack texted Pitch and let him know.
"Wanna buy a hotdog?" he asked his little sister. She nodded happily, hopping over cracks in the sidewalk with him until they reached the street vendor. He said a fond hello to his 'favorite' customers, ruffling Mary's hair, and they walked off, chewing happily on their food. Mary, once again, got tons of relish on hers.
"How can you eat that junk?" Jack asked, poking at the green bits of pickle, "It's all squishy…!"
She swatted his hands away, laughing happily and smearing a little of it onto his face. "You're mean, Jack!" she whined.
"I'm your brother- of course I'm mean!" he said before assaulting her with tickles. She squealed with laughter, nearly dropping her food. When he finished tickling her breath away, Mary hit his hands again and said he was a jerk.
Jack smiled at her and took out his phone, which was vibrating. Looking down, it was a text from Pitch. "Look to your right…" he mumbled aloud. Lifting his head nad looking to the right Jack's face broke into a smile, jumping up and waving to him. "Pitch!"
His lover walked towards him, smiling just as happily. Jack hugged him once he was close enough. Mary watched and laughed when Jack kissed his cheek. Jack pouted at her- she was making kissy faces.
"Oh shut up!" he whined, sticking his tongue out at her. Pitch laughed as she did the same.
Chuckling warmly, he said, "Seems like you two get along just fine…" Jack told him to be quiet. "Make me," Pitch whispered in response.
Pouting with pink cheeks, Jack gave him a quick peck on the lips. "There, no be quiet," he said. Pitch laughed and nuzzled his neck sweetly.
Mary finished her food and hopped over to Jack. "Jack, you said we were going to the park!" she whined.
"We are!" he said, forcing Pitch to stop snuggling into his hair, "We are, we are, Pitch, stop it!" Pitch was placing soft kisses on his neck. Mary laughed at how Jack was trying to wriggle free.
Once Pitch released his grip, Jack took Mary onto his shoulders, held one of Pitch's hands, and walked toward the park. Pitch smiled happily, watching how Mary tried covering Jack's eyes.
"Hey, I'm taller than you!" she suddenly said, poking the top of Pitch's head. Jack told her not to be rude, but Pitch only laughed.
"Yes, it would seem so," he said, looking up at her, "A good two feet taller than me." Mary beamed proudly with this accomplishment. After all, Pitch was practically seven feet tall…!
Once they got to the park, Jack took Mary to the swings, where he pushed her until she was bouncing on the seat each time she came back down. Pitch stood with him, hugging him as he pushed her. Occasionally he would kiss Jack, and occasionally Jack would kiss him.
"Thanks for this," Jack whispered as Mary continued to giggle and shout 'wee'.
Pitch nuzzled his neck. "It's no trouble…" he whispered, "I know you love me… We can have some fun later…" He kissed his jaw.
After a while they played hide and seek. Jack begged Pitch to join in. So, Pitch was it first. He found Mary before he found Jack, even though he knew where he was hiding. He told her to help him find Jack, pointing up to where Jack was trying to hide.
Giggling excitedly, Mary ran and pounced on her brother. Jack wailed in his defeat, falling backwards, allowing her to tickle him and punch his gut. Pitch watched with a smile.
Finally the fun and games had to end. Jack asked Pitch if he wanted to walk home with them. "Of course," was his answer.
Pitch kissed him a few times as they walked. Mary made more kissy faces at Jack. They were near the house when Mary hurried to the front door and inside. She began shouting to their mother that Jack's boyfriend was here.
Quickly trying to do something to hide either Pitch or himself, Jack scrambled to move. Pitch grabbed hold of him, wrapping his arms around his stomach, and he whispered, "Oh no you don't…"
Jack squeaked with terror when his mother came out of the house. She smiled at Pitch and her son. "Jack, you look like a turtle with your head in your shirt like that," she said, walking toward them.
Extending a hand to Pitch, she said with a smile, "Hello, Pitch. Jack's told me about you. Wonderful to meet you."
He shook her hand with a charming smile that Jack wanted to kiss away and said the same. "Unfortunately, however, I have to head to work, and cannot stay," he said, looking down at Jack. Jack looked back up at him. "May I have a kiss goodbye?" he asked.
Blushing brightly, Jack gave him a soft peck on the lips, fully intent on pulling away after that. But Pitch slid a hand behind his head nad pushed him in longer, kissing him softly and slowly. Jack let his eyes fall shut as Pitch said his farewell.
When their lips parted, Jack felt weak in the knees. All the passion in that kiss had melted him. Hugging Pitch tight, Jack whispered, "I'll miss you while you're gone."
"I'll miss you too," Pitch said in response, nuzzling the top of his head with his cheek. Jack's mother smiled at their show of affection like only a mother could- in the most embarrassing way possible.
When Pitch finally pulled away, Jack stared after him, oddly feeling butterflies in his stomach. Pitch looked back several times, and Jack smiled each time he did.
"I thought you said you weren't sure if he liked you," his mother whispered.
Blushing, Jack said, "Okay, so I lied…"