Seriously, I'm not Gay

Chapter 7: Dylan

I don't know what to do...I've never been so fully on the receiving end of sex. Normally, I take control, guiding the girl and trying to give her pleasure. It's a lot to think about during sex.

And yet right now, I'm not in control. I'm on my back for Jackson, letting him take the lead. It's difficult, honestly. It makes me feel like less of a man.

And yet, everything Jackson has done has felt good. I didn't expect him to suck me off, let alone do so with such talent! It was very genuinely the best head I've ever gotten. He knew all of the right things to do.

And even now, he's doing his best to comfort me and make me feel good. Even as he is preparing to finger me.

Honestly, I'm not even sure if he wants to fuck me. I know Jackson is straight, like me. I don't know if he is doing this because of the mate bond, or because of duty. I did ask him to help me. Saying no to someone in heat is simply not done. I feel bad for pressuring him into this. But I cannot endure this heat any longer. I need it to be over.

Jackson looks into my eyes for permission, and I nod.

He pops off the cap of the lube and squirts some on his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. I gulp. Jackson is...a force. I guess I hadn't realized how huge he's gotten, but being under his massive body now, I can't help but feel slightly intimidated.

"Is this ok, Dylan?" Jackson whispers, staring deeply into my eyes. I nod, but that's apparently not enough.

"I want to hear you say it." I breath out. This is too weird.

"I'm ready." I whisper back, looking away from him with what has to be a deep blush on my face. I don't feel ready, but this has to be done. It has to be over.

Jackson grabs under my knees and pulls them up, giving him better access to my ass. I gulp. I'm really not ready for this.

His fingers are surprisingly warm as they brush my asshole, spreading the lube evenly. I shudder hard, unable to help myself. My body is so sensitive, especially there. Not to mention the way the mate bond sparks everywhere his fingers touch. It's driving me mad.

He pauses, noting my reaction, and then brings his fingers to rest against my rim, pushing softly. He slips one lubed finger in and I moan. Literally moan. The sound rings out in the room, and when I look up at Jackson, his eyes have changed to bright yellow: a partial shift.

God help me.

He takes a deep breath, and continues, pushing his finger in and out gently.

My stomach flips, the pain of my heat lessening slightly. Clarity rushes my mind, just enough for me to realize my best friend has a finger in my ass. I blush even more, grabbing a pillow and hiding my face in it.

The pillow disappears from my face, pulled out of my grip and flung across the room.  I look at jackson, surprised.

"I want to see you." He growls, his voice not his own.

I shudder again and he adds another finger, stretching me slightly.

"Fuckkk" I groan out, squirming under his fingers. The angle of his hand allows him to go deeper than I had. Which is just what my body has been craving. Deeper. I push against his fingers, trying to get more of him in me.

A low rumbling invades the room as Jackson stares at my face, hunger evident on his every feature.

He slowly moves his fingers, thrusting in and out.  It feels good. Really really good. It must be the mate bond, but having Jackson's fingers in me feels so much better than when I did it myself.