June, 2010

I sunk down on his already lubed up cock and placed my hands on his shoulders. His face screwed up and a cracked moan fell from his slight chapped lips. I sunk lower and lower until skin met skin. It was summer time and our sweat covered bodies didn't help the already hot temperature in the room.

It's been eight months since I've first met Phil, the beautiful boy with the crystal eyes who took my breath away. We began dating in the middle of December and I asked him to move in with me early February.

The sun was setting while I bounced on my boyfriend's cock. His hands digging into my tanned hips and my fingers planted on his chest. The room was being swallowed by darkness and all that you could hear were low groans from Phil, whimpers and the occasional moan of Phil from me and the bed slightly creaking every time I sunk back down on Phil's cock.

Phil dug his heels into the mattress, fucking into me at a fast pace, causing me to choke out a few moans. I tried to keep my balance, one hand on his shoulder and the other still on his chest.

"Uh, Dan- You feel so good."

I moaned in response, bending down to press my lips hungrily to his. His thrusts increased in pace and his cock brushed against my prostate, causing me to break our kiss and let out a whimper and "Fuck, fuck, fuck- Phil!"

He thrust his hips up, hitting my spot every damn time and groaning in my ear, "Come for me, bear."

He pounded into me harder, myself screaming 'fuck yes's in his ear. He thrust up against my prostate for the final time and I came all over our chests. I rested my head up against his neck, glancing down at his cock sliding in and out. Phil groaned, quickening his thrusts and coming deep inside.

I moaned and he collapsed beneath me, letting his legs go and I lifted myself off of his limp cock and rolled beside him.

I gazed at the ceiling, feeling fucking amazing. Phil was great and life is just perfect. I glanced at Phil and he was already looking at me and when I didn't think life could get any better, "I love you." It actually surprises me because neither of us have said it- but I'm glad he's the first to say it.

I grinned, raising my hand up to caress his cheek. "I love you too."

We exchanged I love you's constantly now, sometimes when we were eating breakfast together, cuddled on the sofa, or drifting to sleep.

Being together 9 months, he introduced me to two of his closest friend, PJ and Chris. They were in town on holiday and Phil recognized them while browsing shops.

"Phil never stops talking about you," Chris had said, causing Phil to blush and hide his face in my neck. PJ announced that he was getting married May of 2011 and we all congratulated him.

That night, the big fight and my big mistake.

Phil and I rarely argued but the first time I actually left the flat after a big argument, our relationship started to break.

We had argued about something stupid—something about me always coming home late and always worrying him—but I don't really think staying out until midnight would be late. He shouted that I don't care and I rolled my eyes, grabbed my coat and slammed the door behind me.

I walked to a small bar near the flat and ordered the strongest drink they had. I don't really remember what happened after that, little bits of a blonde boy strolling over to me and asking me to dance. I had danced with him, his hips were a bit too close to mine. Before I knew it, he pressed his lips to mine and everything following was a blur. I had woken up with a major headache and I was in an unfamiliar place.

I panicked, not finding a soul in the building, just a note that stated: 'You're welcome to stay, if you want. I had a wonderful time last night and I would love to see you again. –Jesse x'