Boy x Boy Stories

Your Whore

Attention! This is kind of rated R, so... I warned you!

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[Dylan's POV]

He doesn't want them to know about us. He doesn't want to be called a fag. But he also doesn't know what I'd do for him. He just keeps denying us. He just keeps pretending that he's straight. There's only one person who knows him. And that person is me.

Pleasure, my name is Dylan. I am gay. I like to fuck boys. I like dicks and buttfucking. I am a fag. And I am deeply into him.

His name? Taylor. His game? Break my heart.

I haven't even minded, but today I just want to commit suicide. It doesn't feel right anymore. I just lie there, arms wrapped around my shaking legs, sobbing into my pillow, wishing it was his shoulder.

He doesn't realise that I want him. He just takes me when he needs a good fuck. He just wants to be pleased. He doesn't care about me at all. He's just interested in asses. In my ass, to be honest.

But that's what I don't want to give him.

I want to give him my heart.

Nothing but this.

And I wish I could get his one, too.

But I can't.

And this breaks me.

I want to be with him. Now. I want him to hug me.

And never ever let me go again.

I want his green eyes to look at me and tell me everything would be okay.

I want his lips to whispered that he loves me.

But all this will never happen.

Only his big and hard dick thrusting into the little entrance of mine.

I should stop holding onto the pain.

But I can't.

"Dylan? A Taylor is calling" my mum interrupts me.

Why does he call me?

Does he want me to commit suicide?

"Hello?" I whisper, trying to hide that I have just cried my eyes out.

"Hey!" his voice streams through the line. Directly into my heart. Cutting it just like a knife.

"What do you want?"

"You."

"Why do you want me? And why do you want me exactly now?"

"I need to get my mind free."

"Come over."

Don't ever ask me why I accept this. He will come over. We will have some sex. Then he'll leave and also leave me, torn into pieces.

But hey, I am okay with that. Why? Because at least I will be with him.

An hour later he arrives and I open the door for him.

"We have to talk!" he rushes in, up to my room. "Sit down" he tells me.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"This is the last time we'll be doing this."

"What do you mean?"

"That we'll fuck now and then never gonna do it again."

"Why?"

"Because I have a girlfriend."

He has a girlfriend. This words almost kill me. I don't want him to be taken! I don't want his heart to be taken.