Chapter 53: Bad Boy Dixon
Oh, how long can Rogers get away with it?
Dad's such a killjoy for destroying Daryl's new motorbike. Will Merle finally get the real reason why Daryl ran away and who he's staying with?
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Merle
I was furious with Dad for ruining my brother's present but let it go so that we could have a good time together. Anyway, I told him I'd give him the money to get it fixed – even the scratches.
I took him in over the table in our booth at the local burger joint as we swigged down our beers. He was underage – obviously so- but everyone knew who we were so left us alone. Both of us were relaxed and happy after stopped off to share a couple of spliffs on the way. He was smiling and giggling, cheeks rosy and eyes bright.
I know I shouldn't have thought about him that way – believe me, I didn't bat for the same team – and I wasn't attracted to my little brother but I got to thinking how cute he looked now that his cheeks had filled out a little along with the rest of him and he seemed an inch or so taller.
Or was that my imagination?
In any case, he was looking even better now he wasn't covered in his usual bruises from Dad. I saw that staying with this 'friend' of his was doing him good.
I couldn't resist side-hugging him to me after we finished our meal. I couldn't care less who was watching or what they would make of this. He snuggled easily into my side happily.
I hated to ruin the mood but it had to be done. I had to know.
'So, tell me, little brother, why you ran away from home this time.'
'Aw, Merle. Do we have to do this now?' He shrugged my arm off him in irritation.
Daryl
I was really pissed off with my brother and it was just like him not to let it drop when we were enjoying ourselves. Like how he had interrogated me about my math teacher, pinned me to the floor and threatened not to let me up until I told him his name. I had hardly recognised him that time. I knew he sensed something new was going on between us – something real bad but he still didn't get it! Even when Dad was practically drooling all over me and groping me right in front of him!
'Merle – I'm OK. Everything's OK.' I tried to smile back at him happily to convince him.
'Don't believe you.' He frowned at me. 'Who's this friend you're staying with?'
I sighed and rolled my eyes. 'Do we have to do this now? You'll be leaving me soon and I…'
'So, make me stop then. Just answer my questions!'
I took a deep sigh with my mind foggy from the spliff making it harder to come up with a convincing or even a story at all. There was none except the truth and no way could I tell him that.
I lowered my voice and glanced around although we were relatively safe in the private booth near the end.
'You know what he's like. He's just got too much. Drinkin' all the time…even more since you left. And…and…last time he beat the shit out of me – he…he lost control and wouldn't stop. Thought he was gonna kill me.'
OK, I know it was kind of repetitive but it was always the same with our father.
He snorted. 'And this friend?'
'Well, you know Shane and Andrea broke up and after that he weren't such hot shit and left me alone. I got friendly with Todd and I'm staying with him.'
'Humpf.' He snorted like he didn't quite believe that I was capable of making more than one friend.
'It's only until school's over and you come back.' I added.
'They OK? His people?' He meant Todd's parents but he was looking a lot less fierce.
'Yeah.' I nodded and was even able to add a little white lie. 'They don't mind as long as I help out with chores and tutor him for the exams.'
'Right. Well. Ya jus' got to hold out until I finish what I gotta sort out and then I'll come back and we can go live somewhere else. Pick up work when we get there.'
'Move away together? Ya mean it, Merle?' I looked up at him with eyes full of excitement. I wanted nothing more than to get out of that dump and never set eyes on our father as long as I lived.
'Yeah, sure.' He ruffled my hair. 'Jus' like I told Dad – I'll be gone no more than a couple of weeks.' I sighed with excitement and wrapped my arms around him to hug his neck.
'Easy, easy.' He laughed and gently unwound them.
After that, we walked back to his truck. 'Now, you'll have to tell me where Tim or whatever the fuck he's called – lives. Maybe I can meet him and his folks – check them out.'
I rolled my eyes at his typical overprotectiveness.
I directed him to a house in the general direction of Rogers so I wouldn't have to wheel my heavy, broken bike too far but it was a house that I knew was empty but looked enough to be in a habitable condition. I didn't know why anyone would have just left it like that.
He got out the truck with me and went with me. I made a show of getting out and knocking on the door and calling out to 'Todd' but of course, there was no answer.
'There's no-one in?' He banged on the window but couldn't see inside because the curtains were fully drawn. 'Didn't they give you a key?'
I struggled to pull my scrambled thoughts together. 'Oh yeah – I forgot. They told me they were going shopping in Atlanta all day and then having a pizza before watching a movie there. Ain't gonna be back for hours.'
'Didn't they invite you?' My brother was immediately suspicious.
''Course they did but I had this feeling you were comin' home and besides, can't pay for myself. Didn't want to look like a freeloader.' I lied despite my hazy head.
'Where's ya key?'
'Oh, yeah - that.' I shrugged my shoulders in apparent unconcern. 'I left it in there! What an idiot!' I slapped my forehead again in frustration.
He frowned. 'What ya gonna do?'
My mind suddenly grew clear and I was full of apprehension.
'You know what?' I grabbed his both of sleeves on an impulse. 'Take me with you, please, Merle!'
'Whoa…What?' He replied in surprise.
'Get me out of here!' I could hear the sheer desperation in my voice.
'I can't. Sorry. The work I'm doing is too dangerous.'
And what exactly is that? I wondered to myself but not aloud.
'I don't care! I promise I'll be quiet and I won't get in the way!...Maybe…maybe I can even help!'
He was nice enough not to laugh. 'Where's this all coming from?' He frowned and backed off slightly and I had to let go of his checked shirt.
I didn't know myself exactly but I suddenly saw a way to escape Dad, Rogers and everything else and I was going to seize it if I could!
I didn't answer but looked down in defeat. Merle was never going to budge.
'Look, it's only a few days and I'll be back. You've got to finish school and do ya exams…'
'Since when did you or Dad give a shit about any of that? We're Dixons, remember?' I fired back at him.
'But ya bright…you could do 'em.'
Just sounded like an excuse to me. Weren't him and Dad always going on about how useless and what a waste of time school was?
'And for what?'
He shook his head. 'Thought ya said that this Tim and his people were OK?'
'They are but I don't want to impose on them no more! It ain't fair!'
He started moving away from me back to his truck. 'It's a no can do, sorry, bro.'
I watched helplessly, knowing it was useless to go after him once he made his mind up. He glanced at his watch and got my broken bike out of the back.
'Look, I better be going. Are you gonna be able to get in somehow?'
I waved it off and sighed in resignation. 'Don't worry. There's a small window at the back that's always open. I can climb through that.' Another lie that tripped smoothly off my tongue. I was getting really good at it.
He gave me another brief farewell hug and squeezed me to him and then he was gone.
Feeling forlorn, I stood in front of that vacant house and watched him drive off in a dust cloud as my hope disappeared with him.
Daryl
Half-an-hour later, I was letting myself into my teacher's house. It had hurt my back like a bitch dragging the heavy bike with me and I'd parked the useless thing next to his back porch. Now my back was throbbing and not for the first time, I wished my father would just the fuck die already. But I consoled myself that I only had a short time to wait before my brother would take me out of there forever.
'Oh, Daryl, ya back!' Rogers ran up and swept me in a hug which I returned with great difficulty. He noticed me wincing and sat me down in concern.
'God, son. You OK? Did you see ya brother? What happened?'
'Yeah. Don't know how I knew but he was just pulling up on the drive as I got there!'
'You must be psychic! Was ya Dad there? Did he hurt you?'
I shrugged. 'Merle bought me a brank new Harley Davidson and the bastard didn't like it. So, he threw me to the ground and broke it!'
'Oh, God, I'm sorry, Daryl. Where is the bike now?'
I pointed to it locked up on his porch. I nervously fiddled with the key in my hand and realised with a sinking heart that Merle had forgot to give me the money for its repair with everything that was going on before he left.
'Wow – it' s beautiful. What a shame.' He gushed before he turned furious. 'The bastard can't bear to see you happy, can he? Let's get ya shirt off you. It's torn!'
'Yeah, yeah.' I helped him take it off me but even that caused small twinges of agony. I'd spent the whole time with Merle hiding my pain.
'I'll go and get you a painkiller.'
When he came back, he cleaned up the scratches my back with anti-sceptic and applied witch hazel to my bruises.
The whole time he was doing that I kept thinking how lucky I was that he wouldn't expect anything from me for a while because I really wasn't in the mood.
Daryl
That Monday morning of the final week of school I was feeling much better. My back still gave me the odd twinge but I was more less back to normal.
I took in a deep breath of happiness when I saw the bike standing on its own and whooped with joy when I saw it was scratch and dent free. Would it work?
He came out then from inside the house and beamed at me. He opened his arms wide, demanding a hug and enfolded me in his arms. After that, I had to kiss him but I really didn't care.
'How…?' I hadn't noticed it was gone, could barely look at it since my father ruined it. It had stood there as a reminder of the power he still had over me even when I finally got away from him.
'Go on, try it.' He handled me the ignition key from deep inside his pocket.
I grabbed it and immediately ran over and inserted and twisted it to start it up.
It revved even more strongly than before if that was possible.
'Thanks!' I yelled back over my shoulder.
He beamed and waved me on. 'Don't go too far!' He called after me.
But I did. Couldn't help myself as I saw field after field of golden corn and felt the sun on my face with the cornflower blue cloudless sky above me. It was like I was reborn or had turned into a superhero or something.
I was in heaven!
But then I got to thinking about what I would have to do to pay him back. Didn't have no money, thanks to Merle. Well, I did also forget to ask him for it.
By that Sunday, my excuses were running out and he had that look on his face again so I had reluctantly taken him into my mouth. He did his best to be gentle with me but I ended up nearly choking. He apologised and said that it had been too long.
When he asked for us to do that 'other thing', I refused and to my surprise he seemed to accept it and didn't push me, saying that he understood.
In fact, he'd been real nice about it but I wasn't fooled.
But as I sped along on my bike, a plan as already brewing in my mind. It could be quite fun, actually!
I walked tall back into my teacher's house. 'Thank-you, thank-you!' I hugged him, planting kisses all over his face.
He chuckled, still holding me.
'Where did you get the money from?'
'Don't matter.' He said but then he added, 'Actually, I took it out of my life-long savings.'
I took a step back, aghast. 'You didn't need to…'
'Oh, but I did. You did ya best not to show it but I saw what the bastard did to you when he made it so you couldn't ride it.'
'I'll ask Merle for the money when he comes back.'
He frowned. 'No, don't do that.'
Carl sat down and was still holding me in his lap. 'But maybe you can…We have time before school…' He looked down at himself significantly and I could see he was already half-aroused. Could feel it too underneath me!
'I have a better idea.' I grinned at him and got off. 'See ya at school, Sir.'
'Little tease…' I heard him mutter to himself but good-naturedly.
Rogers
I looked over the class as I walked in. Most of them had their faces buried in their books for once – probably exam anxiety but no Daryl as I looked for him discreetly. Then I spotted him, curled up under my large desk near my feet and out of sight of everybody else.
I couldn't deal with him now as it would look very suspicious indeed if I forced him to come out of there in front of everybody. It would no doubt restart all those rumours about me and him.
And I swear he knew it.
He grinned up at me mischievously and laid his finger on his lips. The message was clear.
I had to make do with merely scowling down at him instead and was rewarded with his wide grin stretching from one ear to the other.
'You little brat.' I hissed down at him, trying to keep my face straight and act the part of the annoyed teacher.
I panicked a little as I felt his hand flutter across my inner thigh.
'Don't you dare.' I hissed down, alerting one of those girls who usually sat in front of me and giggled.
'Not feeling well.' I dismissed her, a little louder - dreading what was to come.
If the little bad boy under the table kept insisting on tormenting me, I had to be prepared. Of course, he did just that, hell-bent on making a fool out of me. I nudged him in a last desperate attempt to make him stop with the tip of my shoe but to no avail. His hands slowly and almost noiselessly undid my pants.
Before I knew it, his clever hands had brought me out and he began to tease the head of my dick with his swirling tongue. Even while he was doing that, I could sense him smiling as I desperately tried to keep my involuntary sounds of pleasure down.
I gripped the edge of the desk with my hands as he took me in his mouth without warning. I heard a muffled little giggle that made me nudge him again harder this time. But the stubborn little shit was as determined as ever to embarrass me in front of the class and he carried on. I knew I had to do something, he was driving me completely insane, and when he cupped my balls, I cleared my throat nervously and announced to the class that I wasn't feeling well. Then I ordered them out.
I heard some of my more diligent students mutter: 'He can't do this in the last week1', 'He's doing this on a revision day' and 'What if we fail our math exam?'
Believe me, I felt guilty and bad for them but I couldn't resist Daryl Dixon.
Most of my class, however, looked overjoyed as they trooped out to have a free period. Not one of them asked me if I was OK. However, I really didn't give a shit about them as the pleasure he was giving me started to build and I knew that I was gone.
I stifled a groan, hoping no-one heard and tried to cover it up by rubbing my temples. Like I had a bad migraine coming on – believe it or not, I did get them sometimes.
As soon as the last student had left and closed the door, I let slip an audible sigh of relief and took the liberty of looking down at him as his oh so clever mouth gave my dick its full attention - the best of care. Seeing him like that with an innocent yet knowing smile on his face as his lips strained around my dick caused me to stifle a moan. I realised that we were alone but the door still wasn't locked – but God – he was distracting.
'Dixon!' I hissed breathless and on edge. 'Let me at least lock the door first, would you?'
He remained silent and refused to comply. I guess that was a kind of answer in itself.
After a while I forgot the risks as I whispered to him over and over not to stop. Of course, he did then.
'What's with you today? Cruel is what you are...why the hell did you stop?', I practically sighed in disappointment. He merely grinned as he pushed me back to allow him to come out from under my desk and get to his feet.
I badly wanted to push him back under and force my dick back into his mouth but knew that I couldn't do that with this particular boy. Not after everything he'd been through.
I just had to let him do whatever he wanted. 'You're getting up? Why?' I hated the peevish tone of my voice
'I ain't the only one that's up, Mr Rogers.' He drawled out my name sarcastically as he stared pointedly at my dick and licked his lips hungrily.
'My, my, somebody's begging for it. I don't recall giving you permission to get up from your knees, boy.'
'Don't need your permission - didn't give me it to do what I just did. Didn't hear ya complainin' though."
'That's not the point, you crazy little shit. How on earth did you even dream this up, huh?'
'I don't know, just thought it'd be fun. And I was right, wasn't I?' He smirked arrogantly at me.
He moved away from me, swaying his ass flirtatiously to the middle of the classroom and challenging me to come after him. Before I did though, I made sure to lock the door.
He still had that cocky grin plastered on his face even as I grabbed hold of him. I marvelled at the difference in him that simply came from being away from his father and my 'tutoring'. I'd been wrong when I'd regarded him as being broken beyond repair - he was broken - but nothing patience and time couldn't fix.
'God, I want to fuck you...'. I hissed into his ear.
His mouth twisted. 'Then, what's keepin' ya?'
Just when I was about to answer that I didn't have anything on me to make it easier for him, he removed the tube from his pocket.
I was beyond thankful for it too, I was in no condition to walk the school halls to the nurse in the hunt for Vaseline anytime soon. A dead giveaway if ever.
'You complete and utter little deviant. Got it all planned, haven't you?' I breathed against the crook of his neck.
'I did. And ya know what else I want?'
'What's that?' I was breathing heavily in anticipation as I undid his pants but left them on and reached under his T-shirt with greedy hands.
'Want us to do it on Walsh's desk.'
I nearly spluttered with laughter.
I moved us nearer Shane's desk and he came with me, no sign of fear. He'd always freaked out whenever I tried to manhandle him in the past. It was another sure sign he was getting better.
'Turn around and bend over then. That's his desk, isn't it?'
His smile grew wider then as he nodded. I let out a groan in reply as I roughly turned him around in my eagerness and pushed him face down on the desk in question, yanked down his pants along with his underwear when he didn't show any signs of unwillingness or fear. I knew I was being rougher and more hurried than usual but who could blame me under the circumstances? Anyway, he didn't seem to mind one bit and appeared to understand my urgency.
'God damnit, what are you turning me into, huh? Making me completely lose control like this. You almost had me on the brink of letting you give me a blowjob right front of your class...'
'Yeah.' He squirmed, grinding his ass on my cock, letting me know exactly what he wanted. 'And ya liked it...Come on, I nearly got ya off. In front of that asshole Shane and his buddies.'
'Of course, I liked it, more than just like. And now you want to go further since I didn't let you make me come in front of them all, hmm boy? That's perverted.'
He chuckled and moaned softly as I rubbed my finger in lube after smothering his hole with it for double measure. I circled it for a few seconds – even that already had him making noises before I slid it in slowly.
'You've been a very bad, bad little boy, Dixon. Gonna have to punish you for what you jus' did...' I threatened as I deliberately kept my finger still inside him and away from that special place. Some punishment, I thought wryly. He must know by now that I would never, ever hurt him - that I was only messing around.
His moans soon upped in volume, making me 'Sh' him and cover his mouth with my other hand.
'Keep it down!' I hissed. 'I haven't even started yet!' That made him shiver with anticipation.
'I'd like to stretch out this part longer – wish I had that cream with me to lick you all over...'
He shuddered and groaned and bucked against my finger and I knew that he was getting as excited by me saying what I wanted to do as from what I was doing to him.
'But I got no time.' I inserted a second finger. 'Because of your unacceptable behaviour...got to rush.'
'Don't give a shit.' He growled. 'How ya gonna punish me, Sir?'
'I'll show you.' I started to waggle both fingers – up to that point, I'd kept them still to torment him as I deliberately stretched him, grazing that sweet-spot.
He made a low sound in his throat at that and a grin spread across my own face. 'Yeah...you like that, don't you, Dixon? If I had that cream...I'd squirt it all over you then add the chocolate drops, then lick you like a delicious lollipop. All over...nipples, stomach, inner thighs... before I finally took you in my mouth...Would you like that, son?'
'Yeah! Ah...fuck!' He shuddered and writhed.
With that I inserted another finger making three. "Know I'm rushin' you but you leave me no choice. Been a bad boy after all, Dixon...Can't have stuff like that going down in my classroom..."
'Just words. Better show me what happens when I'm bad so I don't do it again.'
'Just as you like, son.' I started pumping my three fingers inside him really fast making him hiss in pain at first before he changed to gasping when I grazed that sensitive place with the tip of my fingers.
I had to make him pay for his little kinky stunt this afternoon. I knew he wasn't quite ready for me yet but I couldn't hold back any longer as my fingers traded places with my dick that was more than eager to be making its way inside him.
Sure, I wanted to make him pay but I had my limits. I slowly inched in, taking him by surprise. My hand fisted the back of his shirt as the other one held a firm grip of his hip holding him in place against the desk.
He whimpered. 'Jesus...'
'Sh…It'll be OK.'
'Fuck...'
'You OK?'
'Been bad, ya ain't supposed to ask me. Ya s'posed to punish me.'
'That's perfectly fine with me. Gonna treat you like the horny little brat you are then.'
He was tense but not because he was afraid, I realised that he was in pain. He was amazingly obvious in his body-language and I was thankful for that each time we did something. But old habits die hard and I had to be sure that he wanted me to go on no matter what he said or how coquettish he acted. It could all be for show for all I knew and he was pretending to be willing.
He was quite the little actor when he wanted to be.
'Just say the word, and I'll slow down.' Despite my determination to act my part, I found it crumbling when I saw him looking all vulnerable again. But he brushed me off.
'No! You'll know if I want ya to...Do it harder!'
I nearly stopped in surprise. 'Ya sure?'
'Yeah, just fuck me!'
He was getting impatient, pushing back onto me.
'You'll be a trembling mess by the time I'm finished with you. Don't doubt that.'
Soon his boyish moans were mingled with my own. Didn't take me long to find his prostrate and when I did, I kept brushing against it as I listened to his responses. It was quite addictive.
Hell, he was addictive.
Every now and then I would deliberately miss and he would curse me filthily in frustration. As I deliberately aimed wrong after being right on target for almost a minute, hissed: 'Fuckin' bastard' and curled one of his hands around himself.
'Got to punish you son, you asked for it today.'
'Fuck you! ...'Oh, ah...Do it right there, that's it.' He'd pant. Then I would aim for another spot and he would swear at me again until I was back on it.
Or I changed my pace – got suddenly faster and then slow down so he couldn't predict my rhythm.
Only when I got enough breath between my thrusts did I manage to ask him if he liked it. Too caught up in the bliss of it all, he was unable to talk, only nod in reply. Besides, he knew that he only had to say something and I would do whatever he instructed me to do.
I carried on like this until I was dizzy with desire. I just drank him all in and was beyond turned on knowing he was jerking off under that desk as my thrusts came steadily now.
'Didn't you say I was bad?'
'Yes, I did and that's why I tease you. But most importantly of all, I don't want to hurt you.'
He rolled his eyes. 'You won't. I can take it ya know.'
'I know you can, but I still don't want to be a bastard about it.'
'You're a bastard if you keep on holding back. Besides, we ain't home, haven't got time…Jus' go ahead and fuckin' do it!'
'True.' I agreed before I complied.
I grabbed his hip with one hand and fisted his shirt with the other, getting a little rougher. A little into it, I almost felt the need to apologize as my thrusts managed to shake the desk which was screwed permanently to the floor. It wouldn't hold much longer, somehow I knew that in our throes of pleasure, so I gathered him in my arms to hold him upright and close to me. Normally things got rougher as we both approached the end.
Then I stopped moving.
He shoved back at me and whined in frustration.
'Please…' He whimpered.
I rested my chin on his shoulder and looked down at him. I was unable to choke the groan down as I watched him touch himself as I slowly started to move inside him again.
'You're my perfect little sin, Dixon. Never felt this way before. For anyone.'
He leaned his head back and tilted up his face for me to get a clear view. He attempted to answer but my hand instinctively covered his mouth as I angled deeper inside, using my height advantage as an extra force. As I thought, he cried out at the new type of intrusion inside him, but relaxed soon enough when I shushed him and stroked his hair. My arms curled around that sculptured waist as I raked my nails over his stomach before one of my hands covered his, jerking him off in unison.
'Holy shit…Yes…'
'Driving me crazy is what you're doing, boy.' I followed his jawline with kisses as he did his best to hang on for the ride. I had a hard time keeping my sounds down as much as he did. He had tensed up slightly, and I filed it away as him just being unused to the position. Even if that wasn't the case and it was because of something that monster did to him, he was a champ about it and sucked it up. Yet I couldn't help but to go easier on him, worried he might be in more pain than was necessary.
It didn't take him long to react to that though and he tilted his head back again and planted a kiss under my chin, the only place he could reach at that moment.
'Goin' all soft on me again.' He breathed out with a smile.
'Well, I can certainly fix that.'
That being said I slammed him up against the desk again, much like I'd done that time when I'd scared him a few weeks ago. Thankfully, there wasn't any of his former reaction right now as he let out a chuckle. I leaned over his back and finally gave voice to my want, not caring who might hear. As the determination of my hips snapping forward kept increasing in intensity, the desk gave a warning sound before one of the screws gave out under us.
I had to cover his mouth again just as much to cover his moans as our laughter. 'You've turned me into a brute, apparently.'
My hand never left his mouth not when his moans were unceasing. Truth was I hated to cover them up like that – they made me even more excited if that was possible.
They also contributed to the mind-blowing pleasure. Because what we were doing was not only was forbidden in more ways than one but we were doing it at school.
Not that it was my first time doing it there with one of my boys but it was his first.
I leaned in close, whispering in his left ear: 'Not gonna come inside you this time, let me know when you're almost there.'
He nodded and gripped the edge of the desk with his free hand as he took a firmer grip around his own member with the other. 'Sounds good to me, won't be long.'
I wasn't far off either, especially as I could feel his body experiencing the tell-tale reactions in anticipation of what was to come. He squeezed around my dick making me moan out loud.
'Damn it, shouldn't have done that. Your fault.'
He gasped in reply as I deliberately got rougher to make my point. 'I'm close.'
'All right then, turn around and lie on your back.'
'What, why?'
'If I can't be inside you, I want to see you come.'
'Fine with me. Get off.'
I smiled at his trademark Dixon abruptness and slid out of him. I had intended to not re-enter him again and just jerk off to the beautiful image before me until I came. But seeing him like that, caused me to forget this plan and instead made me want to stay inside him as long as possible. Preferably until my seed squirted out.
He was now showing off his beautiful chest and stomach in all their glory. I reached down and gave him a quick kiss before I lined myself up again.
'But you said…'
'I know, I won't. I'll pull out before that happens.'
I slowly made my way inside him again, he let me know just how he felt about that too as he briefly closed his eyes and whimpered once or twice. But after that, his low moans never stopped coming. My arms supported his legs as I kept pumping inside him and I almost forgot to keep quiet as possible. Incredibly he was the one who reminded me with a finger against his lips to be careful.
I just knew the image would be burned into my memory forever as I watched him in awe. I bit the insides of my cheeks as he kept on squeezing around me as he came all over his own stomach as he arrived first.
'That's it…Good boy… Not long now…'
I dragged things out as long as possible and pulled out of him just in time as the results of my orgasm joined his on his stomach.
Afterwards, he laid his head on my chest and I held him.
'We broke Shane's desk! Imagine his surprise tomorrow when he notices…'
'Gonna be hard keeping a straight face when he notices tomorrow!' I replied and we both chuckled.
