Boyfriend

If I Was Your Boyfriend

Andy's Point of View

Contains Sex

I lit my cigarette and took a deep drag. I let it all out in a sigh. I was so stressed. The guys were starting to argue since Sandra left, my parents were getting on my back about being gay and I was sick of being alone. I wanted to get laid, even if it was a one night stand.

"H-Hi."

I turned and saw myself staring at someone I thought I would never talk to.

"Justin Bieber." I growled and stubbed my cigarette out on my arm. "Come to spread more shit about my band?" I lit another.

"N-No. I uh wanted to congratulate you on the award."

I turned away. "Thanks. Now fuck off and leave me alone."

"T-That's not everything."

I turned back. "What do you want?"

He threw my cigarette away and then kissed me. My eyes widened and I went to push him away before I felt his erection. He might even be a good fuck. I pulled away and nodded at my car. He climbed in and I got in.

I pulled up outside my house and I turned my engine off. I sat for a moment, listening to it cool down. I pulled my keys out of my pocket and got out. Justin followed my lead. I locked my car and then unlocked my house. I opened the door for him and watched him walk in. He stood awkwardly in my hall.

"Get upstairs, I'll be up in a few."

I hit the button to listen to the 3 messages that were on my voicemail. They were all from the guys, wondering if I was alright because I'd left the awards early. I made a mental note to call them later and then went upstairs. Justin was sitting on my bed, his top on the floor. I pushed him onto the bed and kissed him forcefully. I liked it rough. I yanked his trousers and underwear off before stripping myself. I spread his legs. Fuck preparation, I wanted to feel that tightness. I slammed into him and listened to his scream.

I lay still, kissing him.

"It's ok."

Tears fell down his face and I sighed. I started slamming inside him, his screams of pain becoming screams of pleasure. He was so tight, it felt so good. Each time I slammed into him, I got harder. I smacked into his prostate and he screamed my name. It made me even hornier and I slammed harder and harder into the same spot. I smirked, listening to him moaning underneath me. He was my bitch. I moaned at the feeling of him. God it was so damn good. I felt myself throb and I shot my load inside him. I moaned out and my orgasm died down. I was still hard so I kept fucking him.

"Andy, God, fuck me so hard I can't walk."

"If that's what you want."

I slammed as hard as I could inside him, listening to his screeches as he orgasmed. I shot into him again and thrusted lightly to ride out our orgasms.

I pulled out of him and lay next to him, wrapping my arms around him. He laid his head on my chest and fell asleep. I kissed his forehead and fell into the abyss of sleep.