Camp Bluelake

Chapter 15

I burst through the door, happiness painted across my face, eyes scrunched, mouth upturned, dimples, hollowing holes in my cheeks. Just because I wasn't going to be speaking, didn't mean I couldn't have fun.

I looked to see Jesse laid on the bottom bunk. The bottom bunk that we had agreed was mine after our little insistent earlier in the week.

He put an arm over his eyes, before groaning and lifting his head. It was like a scene from one of my anime's. I could practically see the blue lines of exhaustion and irritation.

"Hey Jesse! I'm just gonna move around y —" his arm darted out, grabbing my waist and pulling me on top of him, then quickly turned us over, one of his legs in between mine, the other situated on the outside of my much smaller form. His hands slammed the mattress either side of my head, in such a close vicinity he could have abraded my fragile ears.

His ringed fingers curled into the sheets as his face became dangerously close to my own. His breath smelled strongly of mint and a faint trace of cigarettes.

He brought his mouth adjacent to my ear, and then whispered, "did you think it was acceptable to make me worry like that? The blonde boy you were with was acting like you were his or something, protecting you, not letting anyone in."

He bit my ear lobe, pulling at the small stud I had put in myself back in the ninth grade. I yelped, bringing my hands up to push him off. Before I could even touch his chest, he grabbed them with one hand, pinning them above my head.

"Not wise, Petit Chaton. I want everyone to know you're mine. I'm not going to let you out of my sight," he growled, the pet name making me shiver. He moved his head down, licking my protruding collar bone, then biting down roughly. I mewled, my back arching from the pain and pleasure, working like a Texas tornado inside my stomach.

"Not so talkative now. Cat got your tongue?" He laughed cruelly, lust swirling in his maniac eyes. He moved lower, his sharp k9 grazing my already erect nipple. "Somebody's excited." He paused, licking my nipple roughly, before enveloping it with his mouth, sucking and biting. An embarrassed moan left my suddenly parched lips. My cheeks rose in temperature. I felt drunk. Drunk off of him.

"Ya know, I was quite jealous earlier Petit Chaton. Seeing you with that other boy in the nurse's office didn't settle well. Looks like I'm going to have to show him who you belong to." He grasped my lips, the kiss not at all gentle, but rough and passionate. Our lips melded together, like reunited puzzle pieces. His knee rubbed against my bulge, provoking it's hardness. I gasped, his tongue slipping in as he took his chance. He probed my mouth, leaving no crevice untouched. He snaked around, all the while I laid there, back arching, gargled moans escaping my mouth.

"What if your beloved beach boy were to see you now? Your innocent mind plagiarised by me. You writhing beneath me. Not much of a fight you put up either. I'd even say you wanted it to happen." He whispered erotically, somehow back at my ear without me noticing.

"No," I rasped. "Stop, please." I tried him, though the groans of pleasure escaping me did not cease.

"Oh how I love it when you beg, but soon the word stop won't pass through those luscious lips. I'll wear you out, and give you so much pleasure you won't be able to beg for more, only moan my name in desperation." He laughed deeply, before his head lowered, leaving only harsh kisses in his wake.

He pulled at my shorts, bringing them down to my ankles, his hands no longer capturing mine, though they stayed put. He kissed up my right thigh, then the left, producing viscous bites from his brutally sharpened teeth.

His eyes were now set on the prize in between my legs. His tongue slid over my tip. My eyes scrunched in pleasurable agony. The stimulation was sending my body over the edge. "Jesse!" I screamed.

"That's it mon Chaton. Scream my name." He licked up the side of my shaft, sending my body quivering. Running a finger along my head, he collected the sweet droplets of precum right off the tip. He licked his lips.

"Don't be so dirty!" I cried. He looked up, seemingly amused. "Don't be so dirty." He mocked. "Why the sudden concern mon Chaton? We've already gone so far." He smirked, something between malice and lust settling upon his lips. "It would be a shame to stop now, especially when the fun's just begun." He suckled the tips of his fingers. My body trembled in reply.

He flipped me over using just one of his veiny arms, my body so weak from the tweaking and playing. He pulled me up by my hips. My hands and knees rested on the bed for support, knuckles white from my tight clenching, attempting to get a hold of myself. I tried to look behind me.

"Tsk, tsk." His muscular body loomed, the cross necklace swayed on his chest, highlighting his tanned skin, small ink drawings along his arms and pectorals. "Like what you see," his playful smirk having never left, continuing to toy with my mind. "Hate to break it to you, but you won't be able to look long." As he spoke, his hand jerked my cock, eliciting a lengthy moan, my head hanging low, unable to keep it up. He stroked me, the cold iron he wore on his fingers creating a stimulation overload. It didn't take long after that. "Come, mon Chaton." With that, I ejaculated, my semen spilling onto my chest as well as the bed sheets. Jesse's arm released me, and with my only form of real stability gone, I collapsed. My body twitched and pulsed, still coming down from the high my roommate had just put me through. All for making him worry.

My hair was matted to my forehead by the myriads of sweat I had produced, all at his mercy.

A hand pet my head, rousing the knotted mop. It felt nice, especially the cold steel cooling the fever high that hadn't existed just ten minutes before.

I felt his mouth touch my ear again, his words a wispy breath, floating on the air that seemed to heat up again, instantly.

"We're just getting started." His sultry voice seemed to echo through the room. I was so embarrassed. We weren't in a relationship, and yet, I had let him to turn me into jelly.

"No. Jesse, no more. I'm exhausted. My throat is on fire, and I just want to sleep. Please... let me sleep." His eyes softened at this. He pulled the top off of me as well as the shorts, leaving me in just my boxers. Then he lay down next to me, pulling my body into his.

"I'm sorry Petit Chaton. I lost my control and what I did wasn't in my jurisdiction. Sleep now. No more tonight." And sleep I did. I was out like a light, Jesse's secure arms wrapped around me. I felt safe.

My dreams were a mix of pleasure and pain, but not by Jesse's hand. By His hand. He played with me all night, not stopping when I asked. He whipped me, choked me, pulled my hair, slapped my skin. He kissed me, licked me, sucked me, pleasured me. I didn't know whether to tell him to stop or beg him to continue. In the end, I was a mess. My wrecked body was sprawled along the bed. He was whispering what a good boy I was in my ear, running his hands through my hair. It felt good. I felt safe with him.

But I was only feeling what he wanted me to feel.