*Chris*
I leaned my head back on the pillow and let out a moan as I came into my hand. I let out a deep breath, panting and trying to get my breathing back to normal. I looked down and noticed that I had gotten my mess all over Angelo's sheets.
"Shit." I muttered and got up.
Okay, so...I was bunking at Angelo's because my mom had kicked me out and Angelo's parents were nice enough to let me stay with them, as long as I got a job and chipped in here and there. I had gotten a job, at Walmart, with Angelo, and I was chipping in. However, Angelo and I weren't really getting along at the moment.
He had gotten a new girlfriend and since then, he and I hadn't been hanging out much and I guess I could say that I was jealous. Angelo was my best friend, and my only friend, at our high school. Neither of us had plans of going to college when we graduate in two months and we both wanted to start a band.
I pulled my boxers on and stripped Angelo's bed, even the pillow cases, just to be sure, and took everything down to the garage where the washing machine and dryer was. I was loading the washing machine with his bed sheets when the garage door opened and Angelo pulled into the garage.
He was alone, which was odd. He always came home with Kayleigh, his girlfriend. I turned and looked at him as he got out of the car. He looked me up and down and chuckled.
"Where are your clothes?" he asked.
"Um...washing them." I lied.
"What happened?" Angelo asked, closing his car door.
"I made a mess." I said.
Half truth.
"Oh..well, come on. I got food." he said, opening the door behind the driver's seat and pulling out a bag.
The smell of chicken wings filled the garage and made my stomach growl. I followed Angelo inside and went upstairs to put on some clothes so I wouldn't make things uncomfortable.
"Where are you going?" Angelo asked.
"To put on clothes?" I said.
"No. Come eat." he said.
"But.."
"Chris, come on." he said.
He didn't seem bothered by the fact that I was only in my boxers. I sighed and walked into the kitchen, getting a plate and pulling some chicken wings out. We sat down on the couch and began eating, looking for something to watch on T.V. Angelo couldn't find anything so he turned the television off.
Once he was finished, he got up and put his plate in the sink and then headed upstairs to his room. I stopped eating, placing my plate on the coffee table, I knew he was going to notice his sheets were gone.
"Chris?" he said, coming to the top of the stairs.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Y-yes?" I asked.
"Come here." he demanded.
I got up, my hands sweaty and shaking. I wiped the sweat on my boxers and then walked upstairs, looking at Angelo.
"Were you in my room?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"Yes you were. Where are my sheets?" Angelo asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I um..." I said.
"Are they in the washer?" he asked.
"Y-yes.." I stammered.
"Why?" Angelo demaded.
I was scared now. "I um...I made a mess on your bed...and was trying to wash your sheets before you came home.." I said.
"What kind of mess?" Angelo asked.
I didn't answer.
"Chris. What kind of mess?" he said.
"I um...I was jerking off...in your bed...and made a mess.." I said, looking away.
"What the fuck have I told you about going into my room?" Angelo said, grabbing my hair.
"Ow! I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!" I said.
Angelo pushed me into his room and shut the door behind us. I pulled away from him, backing into the corner of his room. Angelo scared me sometimes, well all the time. He and his parents always got into screaming fights and Angelo got violent. His sister even told me that one time Angelo ended up in jail for the night because he hit his father with a lamp.
Angelo walked over to me, placing both hands on the side of the wall, pinning me there.
"What did I tell you last time when I caught you in my room." he said.
"I...I don't remember.." I lied.
He slammed his hand against the wall, the noise made me jump.
"That if I ever come in here again without your premission that you would teach me a lesson." I said.
"Exactly." he said, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up at him.
I was trying not to cry or piss my boxers, that's how scared I was.
Angelo leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, kissing me. I was shocked at first but I kissed him back. Angelo pulled away and grabbed my arm, throwing me onto the bed.
I looked at him. "What...what was that for?"
"Shut up. You like jerking off in my bed, then do it." he said, sitting down in his computer chair.
"Wha-what?" I asked.
"You heard me." he said.
"But you're watching." I said.
"So? You probably think about me when you play with yourself anyways." Angelo said.
That was true. I did. But I wasn't going to admit it.
"I don't." I said, shaking my head, trying to make the thoughts go away.
"Bullshit. I know you, Chris." he said, getting up.
I looked up at him as he came over and placed his hands on the bed, pushing me back and then getting on top of me.
"I know you so well that I know when you're lying." he said.
I looked up at him, not saying a word. Angelo leaned down and kissed my jaw bone and then my neck. I felt myself getting harder with each touch of his lips to my skin. Angelo traced a finger down my chest, to my stomach, and stopped at the hem of my boxers, fingering the material.
I bit my bottom lip and Angelo looked up at me, smirking.
"I'll stop when you start telling the truth." he said.
"Yes. Okay...yes, I do think about you when I masturbate." I said.
Angelo sat up, smirking still. "Go on."
"What?"
"What do you think about?" he asked, cocking his head and looking at me.
"I um...we just have sex...I don't know.." I said.
"Like this?" Angelo asked.
As he did, he reached into my boxers and began stroking me. I gasped and bit my lip again, trying not to moan.
"Moan." Angelo said.
I shook my head, I couldn't.
He started stroking me faster, pulling my boxers off with his other hand. I still didn't moan and Angelo stopped.
"Fine." he said and tucked his hair behind his ears.
"Angelo, what...what are you doing?" I asked.
He leaned down licked my cock before taking me into his mouth. Now I moaned.
Angelo continued sucking on me and licking me but right before I came, he stopped. I looked up at him.
"Why'd you stop?" I asked.
"I'm teasing." he said.
He started stroking me again until I came. I got it all over his hand.
"Clean it up." he said.
I sat up, looking at him. He pushed his hand towards me.
"Go on." he said.
I leaned down and licked his hand, cleaning all of my mess off of him. He patted my head.
"Good boy, now, turn over." he said.
I looked at him but obeyed, turning over onto my stomach.
"Get on all fours." he instructed.
I pulled myself up, looking back at Angelo, who was undressing.
"You're too big." I said.
"Hush." Angelo said, moving behind me.
I sighed. I knew this was going to hurt.
He forced himself into me, not even stopping when I started screaming in pain, begging him to stop. All he did was smack my ass and told me to shut up.
I gripped the sheets as he grabbed my hips, holding onto me as he continued thrusting in and out of me. We were both moaning now, this felt wrong but at the same time, it felt good. Angelo grabbed my hair, pulling me up, holding onto me.
"This is your punishment for coming into my room." he said.
"I..I'm sorry." I said.
"You love it, don't you? You love having my cock inside of you." he whispered.
"N-no.." I lied.
"You're lying again, Chris. You're just making this worse for yourself." he said.
"I'm not." I lied.
"You are. You love this. Say it. Say you love the feeling of my cock inside of you." he said, tightening his grip on my hair.
"I...I love it...I love having your cock inside of me." I said.
Angelo chuckled and pushed once more as he came. He let me go and pulled out of me. I laid there, trying to regain feeling in my ass. He looked over at me.
"Get up." he said.
I looked up at him. "Why?"
"Just do it." he said.
I managed to pull myself up and looked at him. He beckoned me over and I stood in front of him.
"Get on your knees." he said.
I knew what he wanted. I got down on my knees and looked up at him.
"Go on." he said.
"I said I was sorry." I said.
"Well, sorry doesn't work. You're being punished for being a bad boy." he said.
I sighed and leaned down and kissed his cock before slipping my mouth around him and began sucking. Angelo moaned and grabbed my hair, holding me there so I couldn't move.
"Mmm..Chris, you're really good at this. I swear you've had practice." he moaned.
I kept sucking on him as he moaned and stroked my hair. When he came, I couldn't swallow it. I ended up spitting it onto the floor. Angelo looked at me.
"Why'd you do that?" he asked.
"I couldn't swallow it.." I said.
"Well, now you're going to have to clean it up." he said.
I got up, to go get paper towels. "Where are you going?"
"To get stuff to clean it up with.."
"No. You're going to lick it up." he said.
"But...the floor is dirty." I said.
"You should have thought about that before you spit it out." he said, getting up, grabbing me by my hair and forcing me down onto the ground, on all fours again.
I looked up at him. "Angelo, please."
"Do it." Angelo said.
I leaned down and began licking the cum off of the floor, trying to avoid the thin layer of dust that also coated the wood floors. Once I finished, Angelo pulled me back, holding my shoulders.
"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Next time don't come in here without my premission." he said.
"I won't, I promise." I said.
He grabbed my cock and leaned in. "Cause the next time you do, I'll cut your dick off, and that's a promise." he whispered.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and pulled my boxers on.
"My sheets are probably done. Go get them and make my bed and then you can leave." he said, slipping his boxers on.
I did what he said, without any questions asked.
