50 Chapters of Smut-n-Stuff

C H A P T E R | E I G H T

F A I L E D | T H R E E - S O M E

"Babe, where are you this is awkward" Dawson muttered into the phone before throwing a semi-smile at the man just basking himself on the bed. This was so stereotypical of his girlfriend, make a plan, quite literally force him into it and just bail.

Giving another shy smile he sent numerous texts in a row, his face straining from trying to keep up the facade. All month his girlfriend had been bugging him about wanting a threesome, threesome this, threesome that and when she finally organized one and tricked Dawson into coming, she wouldn't pick up her fucking phone.

"Hey, I mean if you lied about having a girl come because you thought I wouldn't be into this, it's all right with me" the man said his eyes skimming Dawson body up and down with a lustful look in his eye "I'd do you just by your lonesome" that last word made him flinch and slump backwards in his seat. This is what trusted a barely their girlfriend got you, apparently being thought of as gay and a liar "no, no my girlfriend she's just running late" he tried to clear his name while waiving his phone wildly.

He couldn't very well prove that he was telling the truth unless she walked into the room in the next ten minutes "look, it's pretty obvious there's no girl, so come here and let's do it" the man patted the bed beside him, letting out a yawn.

Becoming antsy he fired off to more texts, watching them be delivered "no seriously, my girlfriend is just late, she planned this entire thing for herself" he winced at the accusation and slowly looked up to see boredom in the mans eyes "so I have to wait for an imaginary girl to come, or wait for our time to pass" he asked, his voice bland and void of any emotion.

Imaginary? His girlfriend was not imaginary, Dawson stood up, nearly breaking the chair in the process and stormed forwards, missing the flint in the guys eyes "she's not imaginary and I'm not fuc-" he was cut of by a pair of warm lips covering his own and pressing their hand down on the back of his neck. Dawson fought to try and stand but lost as a leg wrapped around both of his and caused him to go crashing into a well built chest.

Where was his girlfriend? This was definitely going to escalate, and if she walked in the room while they where mid make out, well it wouldn't be pretty.

Pulling back for a gasp of air, the man under him smiled, his own lips bruised and puffy "now I don't bottom, so work with me and switch" Dawson didn't understand at first but when to hands came behind his back and tried to make him be the one pinned on the bed? He struggled and thrashed, nearly catching the guy under him eye. The man shot back with a grumpy look, biting down on his own lip in aggravation.

A sudden fear came over Dawson, and he went to force himself off, almost accomplishing it when he was spun and his face was jerked into the nearest pillow, muffling anything he had to say.

"That was rude, considering I'm trying to please you" and just like that, the mans hands forced Dawson's hips up and pulled out his limp penis. He could feel his face warm up the pillow as his cheeks burned, he never had an issue getting it up. But the more he thought about it, he just figured it was a guy so why would he get a hard-on.

That was his excuse, until a collided hand wrapped around the base, giving it and squeeze and slowly pumping it. A muffled scream came from Dawson, one purely of embarrassment because in that mans hand was now a full āss hard member that was twitching with anticipation. If his girl could see him now.

"O-oh my God" Dawson shouted through the pillow, it clear enough that any one could hear as his stomach tightened and he fought not to ejaculate, a mocking laugh booked around the room before a mouth came down next to his ear "my name isn't God, but I am glad I can get you to shout" he paused, licking up Dawson ear and laughing as he shivered "I love a good screamer, haven't had one in a while" the hand pumping him fastened the pass, squeezing every so slightly.