The Untold Story of Ross Lynch (boyxboy)

Epilogue: The Consummation (boyxboy)

'Twas an hour before midnight the day of our unofficial marriage.

My mom had flown home, Jennifer had left at around 10, and everyone was asleep, exhausted.

Well, everyone except Ross and I. Being newly "married" and in love, we couldn't help but giggle while we laid next to each other in his bed.

We were entwined; his hot, sexy breath being exhaled onto my face.

Our noses touched.

"I love you so much Ross."

"I love you too babe."

I snuggled closer into his protective arms, nestling my head perfectly under his chin. His soothing voice spoke, "I'd love to fall asleep like this."

I slowly responded, "That would be perfect." I paused. "But we can't." I moved away from his arms and he protested.

"Babe, what?" He followed suit by sitting up, his voice sounding like a child asking for his favorite doll. It was adorable.

"Well, we can; just not now."

He face flashed confusion.

"We have something to do." He still wasn't registering. "You don't know what happens after a marriage?"

"Uhh, no! I've never been married."

We laughed. "Well, when two people get married, it's not official until they partake in a certain activity that night." I grinned. "So, if we want to officialize our unofficial marriage, follow me." I took his hand and walked outside where the pool was located.

The cold concrete pierced the balls of my feet; Ross' hand slipped from my own, making me feel alone, cold and amazingly, alive. The cold air had that kind of effect on me.

But the power Ross had was ever greater. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist, the warmth of another living soul behind me ignited a fire within. "Have you figured out what we should do?"

He gently placed his chin upon my head and spoke, slowly, "Only my favorite thing ever."

I was discombobulated, kind of dumbfounded. "So your favorite thing is to have sex?" I snapped, leaking poison into my words. "This is supposed to be special time where we consummate our marriage and-" I attempted to remove myself from his gentle hold, but he tensed, turning me around and finding myself lost in his eyes.

"My favorite thing ever is being with you." He placed his lips upon mine and my body melted.

In a flurry of hot kisses and random grabbing, our clothing had been removed and we slowly stepped into the pool, our lips never parting.

When you get two people in love such as us in an outside environment with the only warmth coming from the body heat of another, you get a really hard cock.

Two really hard cocks. So much so that I would've lost my virginity (again) in my belly button had that been a real thing. The cold water sent chills everywhere there was skin, and knowing that Ross was cold, seemingly defenseless, caused me to accumulate a thought that he was vulnerable. Willing to remove all safeguards to be one with me.

On the steps to the pool we had sat down to enjoy each others lips; when I landed on his cock in a rather painful way. Without skipping a beat I flung my hand around, firmly grasped his more-than-rock hard dick and guided it into my oh-so-ever ready asshole. I felt his right hand gripped onto my left ass cheek keeping me bobbing on his dick while his left hand managed my own. I could do nothing but moan and feel his body.

Being the shy, coward, introvert, I felt truly alive when I stopped the motion, guided Ross to the edge of the pool, bent him over and began pleasing myself with his asshole.

(I really hoped you enjoy the story. I strongly regret writing this in first person. The story is fictional, meaning it's never happened and is not real. Unfortunately I can not continue writing because I have a boyfriend. I can not consciously write a story about having sex with anyone other than my amazing boyfriend. If I am single again I will write more for this story but for now, use your beautiful imagination to find your perfect ending. I love you and thanks for reading.)