Sick in the Head

He Used My Body Just Like a Wound

My cheeks burn hot, my chest rising and falling as I try to gather my thoughts from the last few amazing minutes. "Anything you want" I say, out of breath. " he slowly gets up and pulls the remaining shorts off his body . His erection springs upwards and I blush. It's bigger than I remember, of course, he has lost a lot of weight. He holds himself steady by the bed  with one hand and pumps his  throbbing shaft with the other. My heart races at just the thrill of knowing soon that will be inside me. He looks deeply into my eyes and says "you ready for this?" "Yeah" I stutter back. He walks the edge of the bed up to the top. "I want you to take me all the way. Start slowly, suck on daddy's tip and work your way down to the base." Hearing him speak so dirty sends lightning down my spine. Slowly he brings himself over the top of the bed and pushes so gently onto my lips, wet and ready. My tongue slowly brushes the head, tasting the drop of Precum dancing on the edge. Sweet and delicate as always. Slowly I wrap my hands around his long, red shaft and take just the tip into my lips, swollen and purple it disappears into my cavity. This immediately draws out a long moan and I feel his body shudder into bliss. I feel my  way around the familiar surface, knowing every ridge as if it were yesterday. I moan around him, savoring every second. "Deeper baby" he coaxes, and I oblige. Slowly, I pull his member deeper and deeper until he's touching the back of my throat, pressing into the tender flesh. Rippling moans spill from his mouth, and it's the pure heroin to me, driving me to suck him in deeper, harder, faster. My tongue licking up and down with every thrust of his hips. His hands find their way to my neck and hold on to me, grabbing fist-fulls of my blonde hair and pulling when he wanted to go deeper. Unexpectedly I pull him out almost completely. He whimpers, then I take him back completely, nearly sending him over the edge. "Stop baby I can't take anymore" he begs. I give him one final lick from base to tip and kiss him gently on the way down. His eyes are wild. His blonde hair tussled and his forehead beaming with crystal beams of sweat. "I want you" he breathes. I can see the need in his eyes. "I want you too," I plead. The burning in the pit of my stomach subsided to the shame in my heart. "Steven, if we do this I can't just pretend it didn't happen. I can't go back to feeling empty inside and unfulfilled, wondering, heart breaking over losing you and knowing what I lost. Remembering you like, Like this" tears stream down my face like acid rain. Burning my cheeks and pride. He takes my chin in his palm and runs his fingers against my jawline. "Presley, if I left you today I would be a soul without a body. I want you. I want you today and tomorrow and always. I'm so sorry for what I've put you through, god I've been silently aching every morning and night for the last year carving my heart out thinking about you with him and touching you today, feeling your skin and hearing your heartbeat, you've filled that hole. I can't go back home without you. " he kisses me desperately, begging my lips for an answer my eyes wouldn't give him. I can feel the need behind his swollen lips. The need I've held onto for so long. "Take me." I say. That was all he needed.