A book on how Grayson Dolan discovers his bisexuality~
A boy named Jayden got severely insured by his father after he came out to him. Luckily for Jayden, Grayson Dolan, a straight boy, finds and rescues him before any more damaged occurred. Grayson...
Grayson looks at me for the first time with a blank stare. We glue eye contact. His eyes slowly move to my lips and then back up. Before I could even blink, he kissed me deeply on my lips.
And all at once everything in the room disappeared, it was just me and him alone. At that point, I forgot what we were discussing about early but nor do I care. Kiss me more.
I feel his tongue enter mine and he's kissing me. Once, twice, until I've had a taste and realize I'll never have enough. He's everywhere up my back and over my arms and suddenly he's kissing me harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need I've never known before. I felt him kiss me harder. Feeling the breath let out stronger as he passionately kissed me more desperately.
Before you knew it, we're kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. It's nothing like I've ever experienced, and I suddenly understand why people describe kissing as melting because every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. His hair now all messed up but I don't care, neither does he.
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He suddenly removes his shirt revealing his muscular handsome body as he immediately goes back to my mouth once his shirt is off. He tosses it across the room not giving a fuck. I do the same with my shirt and throw it to the ground. "Kiss me harder" I desperately say. Our faces pressed against each other as we went harder but yet so passionately.
My curios hands go down to his perfectly smooth pecs while my other hand is playing with his hard brown nips.
I feel my lower region starting to grow a tent by the second. I can't explain how amazing this feels. My hands go lower feeling his toned abs causing me to grow more. I have never wanted anyone like this before. Ever. He pushes me backward and we're lying down on the couch, making out. I feel him—all of him—pressed against me, and I inhale his shaving cream, his shampoo, his sweaty body, and that extra scent that's just ... him. The most delicious smell I could ever imagine. I want to breathe him, lick him, eat him, drink him. His lips taste like honey. His face has the slightest bit of stubble and it rubs my skin but I don't care, I don't care at all. He feels wonderful. His hands are everywhere, and it doesn't matter that his mouth is already on top of mine, I want him closer, closer, closer.
I form a slight smile as we continue making out. What's wrong with me, why am I so addicted to him, why do I never wanna stop tasting him—feeling him everywhere. His hands are against the couch while I'm under him, leaving desperate scratches down his back.
Holy shit what's happening?! He stands up and starts unbuckling his pants and lowering them and his boxers down revealing his massive, hard cock. I then went to his penis and grabbed it. I started stroking hearing Grayson pant hard. I looked up at him and saw his eyes. They were full of lust. Even though we're just friends. His dick was huge! It was leaking with pre-cum. I'm drooling already. It's perfect. Everything about him is perfect. I take a couple seconds admiring his gorgeous perfect tanned body, every inch of him is something new and exciting to explore.
I hear him moaning ever so slightly but was still enough for me to continue enjoying pleasing him. I open my mouth as I now enter his thick shaft inside my mouth. His hands are now on the back of my head pushing me harder as I bob my head in and out of his dick tasting his leaking pre cum coming out. Now he starts moaning louder and louder and aggressively starts pushing my head deeper making it hard for me to breathe.
"Stop stop stop stop!" He says in a panic as he pushes me away. He pulls his pants up and buckles them. He walks over and grabs his shirt from the floor and slips it back on. "Sorry, did I do something wrong?" I ask as I remain kneeling on the floor butt naked. "I just—I-I can't" He walks away and opens the front door. "Where are you going?" I ask but he didn't respond back. I watch him from the window as he walk over to his car. He gets in and shortly after the engine turns on... I watch him drive away into the distance.
