Samuel and Lucas, two boys from two different backgrounds.
One night they cross paths at a college party, and Samuel is instantly attracted to Lucas.
What happens when Lucas finally gives in and gives Samuel a chance?
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"Mmh Nigga-chill the fuck out." I moaned, as my face was being smushed into the pillow.
Ion know how I ended up at this nigga spot, or why the fuck I'm here-but shit happens.
"All that shit you talk, but you can't take a couple inches?" Eli laughed, while he slow stroked me.
I tried to reach back and punch him, but that only resulted in me ending up with my arm being pulled behind my back, and him speeding up his pace.
"FUUuuck, Eli slow down-I'm not playing with you nigga!" I groaned, beginning to get louder.
He held my arms in a tight grip, using them to pull me back as he slammed into me.
Best believe I took that shit, I ain't no bitch I can handle mine.
I mean I lost my arch a few times, but that don't count. I ain't bottomed for this nigga in a long ass time-shit I haven't bottomed for anyone other than this nigga.
"Shit mad tight, you keep this tight for me huh?" He asked, grabbing my left ass cheek spreading it-and then smacked it.
Honestly still trynna figure out why I'm fucking this nigga, he real corny for that.
Letting go of my arms, he took ahold of my hips, putting is weight on them so my arch was more profound, and stared giving me long deep back shoots.
"Uuhh shit." I whispered, not being able to form a full sentence, as he continuously hit a sensitive bundle of nerves.
I lowkey forgot how good this shit felt.
He suddenly stopped, earning a groan of irritation from me, as he slowly pulled out.
"Turn over on yo back." He demanded, slapping my ass hard as fuck, while he waited for me to fulfill his request.
I turned over on my back, staring at him through squinted eyes.
"Nigga don't talk to me like that." I snapped, all while spreading myself open so he could enter me again.
He slid into me, going deeper than before, stretching me out.
"Shut the fuck up." He mumbled out, as he focused on filling me up.
Moans, and the sounds of skin slapping against each other filled the room.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to my climax, as he keep on hitting my prostrate harder.
He gripped my thighs, pushing them forward against my chest, and started disrespecting my shit.
"Aguuh-shit nigga, I'm finna nut." I moaned, feeling myself clench up around his dick, as I neared my finish.
