Been A Bad Boy - Chatting Desires, a Ryan Guzman Fanfic

Chapter 2 - I'm Wide Awake

*WARNING. This chapter contains adult parts.
Gosh I'm bored. Who does he thinks he is, some kind of god? At first I thought my mind would change, but not at all. I still hate actors, they're selfish.
- So, what are you up to ? Who is the guy I'm looking at?
OMG HE ASKED FOR ME. WOW. PREMIERE. HURRAY.
- Well, you know... People kinda hate me. I'm the typical 'out of the closet' guy. My neighbor didn't even know me and he knows I'm gay for sure. He looked at me like I was a strange insect crawling on the ground. And my mom left today and probably will never come back. So, did I have a good day? Not really.
- Oh... If only I knew, I would not even be here right now. Maybe I should just go.
- I didn't have a good day YET. Guess it can change. Would you mind opening the bottle of wine? Kinda bad with that.
- Have you ever been in love? I used to be engaged myself.
- Just turned 18, on a dating site. Nope single and ready to mingle.

As he turned around to go to the counter, I looked at his butt. His ass is soo huge and looks so ferm. I don't really know why, but I think I might change my ideas concerning actors. Maybe he looks selfish, but maybe I am too. Who was I to judge a human being by his damn job? Sometimes I'm unbearable, I know. Shit, he's bleeding. Maybe he should have chosen the smaller and lighter opener, because this one is big, sharp, and heavy. When he cut himself, I could not help but notice his small sexy 'I'm hurt' moan. You might think I'm crazy, but this gave me a boner. I am horny, god. I'm lost I forgot to ask him if he needed help.
- Oh sorry! Do you need help?
- Um, no it's okay I'm strong. You look strong too, well 'it' looks strong.
Is he talking about my boner? I think he is. Well I'm fine with it. Would like it if he undressed me and do things to me. My first one could be him.
- I'm scared. Are you excited by blood? Looks like you do.
- No. It... It's that moan you did... Um, sounded like a sexy orgasm moan.
He did it again. And again, and again... He knew I liked that moan, and I knew that he liked my cock. He was close to me and I was breathing heavily. I should have brushed my teeth again, I felt dry. He was closer, still doing that moan. He kissed me. His lips were softer than a pillow and I was feeling his recently shaved chin scratching my face. It gave me pleasure, I was the moaner, then. Protection, I needed protection, but I didn't want to stop. He led his hands straight to my cock. He touched it like it was a precious diamond. Down on his knees, he kissed the round and big shape in my pants. I wanted to do it. I wanted him to do me. I wanted us. But, he stopped and looked at me.

- Well, thanks for everything. I think it's time for me to go. Kinda feel like it's bad to 'make love' on the first date.
- So, it was a date?
- I wish it was. Goodnight. I'll see you soon.

I think about him. I think bout his fingers on my body. Was it the first time only ? I am sure now, he is the one. Overall, he definately made me come.

TO BE CONTINUED...