Two Truths. One Lie.

Sixteen

Raphael led me to the couch and it wasn't by my hand either. He could do anything he wanted to me at this point. I felt powerless...But in a good way. He sat me down on the couch and dropped to his knees between my legs. The smile on his face did nothing to stop the rumbling going on in my gut.

This was the devil smiling up at me.

"I gave you want you wanted, but now it time I get what I want, don't you think?"

I gulped. "Um—U—" It's like my brain wasn't connecting to my lips.

Raphael's eyes cut, "Stop talking." I shut my lips. His hands slid up my thigh real slow so slow goosebump raised.

"If you're nice." He paused, tilting his head to the side, "And you listen, you'll enjoy this."

I just stared.

"You can talk now, Eric. Nod your head." I didn't need to be told twice. I nodded my head hard as fuck. "Don't touch me until I tell you to, okay. You can do that right, baby?" He said in sickly sweet voice.

I nodded again. I didn't really know where to put my hands, so I just locked my arms at my sides. I ain't know what was about to happen, but I knew it would make me very happy so I definitely ain't wanna fuck up.

His head dipped lower and his lips closed around my tip. His pointed tongue swirled and the groan I let out didn't sound human.

I waited for him to take me fully in his mouth, but it wasn't happening quick enough. My fingers twitched at my side. I just wanted to force his fucking head down and his eyes were closed so I don't know if he was doing this on purpose or not.

"Yo, stop playing." I rolled my eyes. Fuck his rules. "Eat this shit." Raphael's eyes shot open when my hands gripped his head, pushing him down. "Fuck yes!" I shuddered. His throat was mad warm and wet. The feeling of him gagging on me only made me wanna hold him down more. It was only when his nails dug into the sides of my thighs that I finally let him go.

He pulled back as soon as my hands were off and he didn't look happy. But with the spit drooling down he sides of his mouth, it made it hard to focus on his anger. "You're not being good." He sneered.

"You're not being good to me." Playing with my dick and shit. I might play about a lot of things, but head is not one of them. I gripped his chin, "You look cute down there." My thumb traced his wet bottom lip. I matched his glare with the same intensity. Raphael was only acting like this because...he didn't get what he wanted last night.

And what he wanted was to get fucked.

I've never fucked someone in the ass before, but it couldn't be no different than fucking a vagina, right? I mean I'll just do what him and Gavin do to me and I did watch that one porn video so. I gulp at the realization that I didn't know what the fuck to do next. Yet, I didn't want to ask Raphael for guidance right now. His glare was telling me to do something or leave.

"Lube?" I finally asked.

His shoulders visibly dropped, "Don't need it." Then he was in my lap. Our lips smashed together so hard my teeth started to hurt. I flipped us over somehow so my body pressed him into the couch. Raphael's legs wrapped around my waist in a vice like ass grip. He was thrusting upwards erratically tryna get any friction he could get from me. My arms started shaking as I tried I lift myself and he was all wiggling and shit.

"Fuck nah." I shook my head. This wasn't gone work. I ignored all his groaning when I moved him again. This time his knees were in the couch and he was facing backwards. I stood up with my left knee positioned right beside his. Now, this is what the fuck I needed.

I spread his cheeks apart causing Raphael to whine my name. He attempted to thrust his ass back, but my hands was locked so tight on him he couldn't do shit but wait.

"Shut the fuck up. Damn." I aligned myself up. I gathered spit in my mouth before spitting it right on his hole. I wasn't met with much resistance at all. It was like this nigga prepped himself without me seeing or some shit. I still went in slow. Looking down as I pushed forward...Lowkey I was mesmerized by the way my tip disappeared into him. I leaned to snag his ear with my teeth, "If you're nice and you listen, you'll enjoy this." I repeated his same words back to him.

"Fuck you." Raphael ripped his head away. All thoughts of taking it easy on him went out the fucking window. I slammed into his body with one quick thrust that knocked the wind out of him and me! Tingles shot all over my body—From my neck, to my spine, all the at down to my fucking toes. On god! His shit tighter than any bitch I've ever fucked.

"Wait!" He cursed. Thank God he said that because I ain't have a choice. I bit my lip as my leg locked and I froze for a good couple seconds. I'm not gonna last. I couldn't believe I was bout to go out like this, but I could already feel myself bout to nut off the first fucking stroke! I definitely screwed myself over by not letting him suck the shit out of me first. At least then I wouldn't be so fucking close.

Fuck it, I shrugged. If I nut quick I just nut quick. I started digging in his shit. The sound of my balls slapping against his ass is what kept me going. That and all the noise he was making was music to my ears.

Raphael lost hold of himself and his arms gave out, as he fell limp against the couch. That ain't stop shit. I let go of his hips and grabbed his hands instead. I put them back up and held them in place for him. All he gotta do it take it.

"Oh, god." He cried, "Eric! Right there—Don't move." His body was trembling. I did short thrusts, barely leaving his warmth. I grinded my hips, brushing up against what I knew what was causing him to lose his mind. His ass clenched around me so tight I thought he could've snapped me into and I swear we came at the same damn time. I clamped my mouth down on his shoulder just sucked and biting as I came undone.

With what little strength I had left I was able to lay us back on the couch, still attached. One leg was lazed off and my other I slowly bent. Raphael's leg on top of my had no choice but to lift up, too.

His head fell back against my chest. My hands were moving on their own. I just wanted to try this one thing. My hand wrapped around his cum covered dick and it slowly started to raise again.

"Eric, no." He started before I shhed him. With my other hand I rubbed his nipple and flicked back and forth in between. I used my thumb to rub just his tip, adding pressure to his tiny hole. He was still full of me and I ain't have to do no real work now, his body was moving all on his own from being overstimulated. Raphael's back arched as his dick shot more rounds of come that he prolly ain't even know was still in him. His body spasmed and I felt each one from the inside.

Maybe if I ever talk to Gavin again, I'd have to thank him for teaching me that. And I'd have to thank Raphael when he becomes coherent again because this was the best ten minutes and sixty-four seconds of my fucking life.