r a d l e y
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Rylan and I haven't gotten along since we were in the third grade, or rather, he hasn't liked me. But, this year, something had changed.
"Hi," Rylan says, standing at my locker.
"H-hi?" I say, looking around.
He laughs. "Look, I wanted to apologize for how I've been over the years. You really seem super sweet. If you would forgive me, I'd like to start over?"
"Hi, I'm Radley." I say, sticking my hand out for him to shake.
He grabs it, saying, "I'm Rylan."
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It's been a few months now, since Rylan came up to me at school. Tonight, he asked me if I wanted to go out to one his favorite places. I agreed, and he said to be ready at five o'clock. The only thing I know is that he's bringing food and I'm staying the night with him.
When he pulls up outside of my house, I tell my family bye quickly, grabbing my phone and keys and heading out to his car.
He smiles at me when I get in. "Ready?" He asks.
I nod. "Where are we going?" I ask him.
"That's a surprise, sir."
He pulls off, driving towards our unknown destination.
I look over at him, watching him as he drives, focused on the road.
"You like what you see?" He asks, turning to me briefly, laughing softly.
I blush, laughing too. "Maybe I do," I say.
I do. I never noticed how handsome he was until we started getting to know each other. But most importantly, he's got a really good heart. He's nice, sweet, caring... Completely different than I actually thought he was before we started over. I judged him hard, and I regret that. I regret that a lot.
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He pulls into a parking spot, but there are no other cars. He grabs a picnic basket from the backseat and then holds out his hand, waiting for me to take it.
When I put my hand in his, he smiles and pulls me forward.
When we stop walking, we're in front of a treehouse, but instead of climbing a ladder to get inside, you have to walk up a couple stairs and you're inside; probably because it's built onto the side of the hill.
I turn around, looking at him as holds the door open for me. I walk in, and he follows me in, closing the door. When I walk in, I'm instantly blown away— it's like an actual house, rather than a treehouse. The door locks, the windows have glass, there's a couch, a mini-fridge, a bed in the corner, and a TV mounted on the wall. There's a closed door, which I'm assuming is a bathroom. There are fairy lights hung all around the room, lighting up most of the space.
I turn to look at him, my jaw literally dragging the ground.
"What—?" I ask, at a loss for rounds.
He smiles at me. "This is my treehouse. My family owns this property, we used to come out here all the time for family movie nights." He says.
"How many people have you brought here?" I ask, looking around at the room. He puts the basket down, on top of the mini-fridge walking towards me.
"You," he says, putting both hands on my waist and pulling me close to him. He walks backward, staying close to me, looking me in the eyes.
"Can I kiss you?" He asks softly, putting a finger under my chin. I nod, and his lips are against mine softly. He gently pushes me back on the bed, hovering over top of me as he presses his lips against mine.
"I regret a lot of things," he whispers. "But I'll never regret you."
He looks at me as he sinks to his knees, undoing the button and zipper on my pants. Pulling me to the edge of the bed, he pulls both my pants and underwear off, lifting my shirt up and pressing his lips to my abdomen.
I lean back on my hands, gasping when his tongue makes contact with my dick. Wrapping his hand around it, he twists his hand around, twirling his tongue around the tip.
I whimper, biting my bottom lip and throwing my head back; he slides a hand up the front of my body, touching me gently.
He looks up at me and I pull him up to me, pressing my lips to his. He lifts my shirt over my head, letting his lips press against my neck.
He quickly strips himself of clothes, leaning over me and kissing me again. His lips press against mine; I open my mouth with his, sliding my tongue in his mouth, aware that we're making out, both of us naked.
"Lay on your back," he says softly, grabbing my hand, getting on the bed, standing on his knees, pushing himself in as gently as he can. I gasp, looking up at him. He bottoms himself out, letting me adjust to him.
He pushes in and out slowly, still holding onto my hand. I pull him closer, so that he's hovering over me, and kiss him softly. A moan of his name escapes my lips and his lips work their way into a smile against mine.
He goes quickly, bursting without warning inside of me, filling me with warmth. He falls onto the bed beside me, pulling my body against his and starting to jerk me slowly. I grab his arm, squeezing hard as I squirt cum over the both of us.
We're both breathing heavily; I look at him, kissing him.
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We clean up, showering together, then we cuddle up on the couch, watching a movie and eating the food that Rylan brought.
He looks at me, smiling and kisses me softly.
"You and me?" He asks.
I nod, smiling. "You and me." I say, leaning forward and pressing my lips to his softly.
2/17/21
well... this sucked & I also think I pulled a neck muscle cause it hurts to swallow so idk what's up with that
