Manthony ✨

Never Gonna Stop Wanting You

~NEVER GONNA STOP WANTING YOU~

⚠️TW: ⚠️Smut - If you do not like smut, don't read! Thank you and enjoy! :)

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

~Christian~

I never would've thought that Mitchel would like his balls squeezed but here we are. I suppose I should've known since he's a bit masochistic. He did take me home and fuck me like he said yesterday. He shoved me onto his bed and prepared himself to ride me with lube and his fingers right over my cock. I was desperate and overwhelmingly hard when he was right over me, masturbating. I could tell it felt good when he tilted his head back and rubbed his prostate in steady circles. I could feel the heat of his pleasure radiating off of his silky smooth skin. When he was done, he rode me like he never has. I came after being inside of him 5 times. 5 strokes on my cock and I was a goner. Meanwhile, he had bounced on my dick until I jerked him and he moaned as he came all over me. He's good, you know. With his dick, his lips, his ass, his hands, his mouth. I'm not sure I'm going to survive it, this desirable man. People say falling in lust is mind numbing in the moment, but fades away after a few weeks or a few months, or maybe even a few years. But my lust for Mitchel Cave will never end and he knows it. I know his lust for me won't end either. I can tell by the way he whispers, "Baby, thank you," every damn time my body brings him to orgasm. I'll never get over it all. His sounds, his face, his body, the way his lips part and his head tilts back when he cums. He lets out a moan of pure pleasure and his chest heaves and his thighs and abs tighten and his balls draw up and when he cums on my chest or my stomach or on my face, I feel like I have the world. I feel like I have him. All of him. I like to grab his ass if he's on top and help roll his hips on my dick when he's sensitive and overstimulated. He makes my mind swim through erotic thoughts. When he's down my throat, the look on his face, the look of all that pleasure makes me palm myself. I've been so aroused I've had an orgasm in my pants just by getting him off and watching him masturbate. My head spins and I realize I've been daydreaming for a good while by now. I'm painfully hard too so I shove my hand down my pants and down my boxers and right before I start to jack off I decide to grab to lube and milk my prostate instead. When I slip a finger inside, teasing the gland, my dick gets harder and pre-cum beads at the tip,

"Fuck," I breathe and use one finger and then another and then I'm at three fingers. I put pressure on the gland and my hips buck up, trying to fuck something that isn't there. I rub and tease and circle the thing until I can't take it anymore and I touch my dick with the other hand. Electricity. I moan loudly and pump my cock as I milk my prostate and soon enough, I'm cumming and hard,

"Mitchel," his name slips off my tongue as I realize I was fantasizing that he was fucking me. I let my orgasm die down, the burning ball of lust still boiling in my blood as I take my hands away from my sex and catch my breath. If lust is equal to electricity and love and this, then I want it forever. Maybe lust dies, but love doesn't. And my love for that boy...it won't even die the day that I do.