When he came to live with me

A Sex Toy

As we realized that it was getting darker, Kev took us to a bar on the beach. It was rustic, with straw roof over the wooden counter and large, colorful umbrellas scattered around, shading the furniture beneath them. We sat on the table closest to the sea. Yellow bulbs hanging above us dimly lit. I could hear soft jazz playing from the counter. Kev ordered us beer and snacks.

As we anticipated our orders to arrive soon, Kev brought up a few gossips. A beautiful waitress dress in bikinis brought us our order. Kev was mesmerised by her plumpy boobs and could not get his eyes of them. I gave Kev a teasing look and an evil smile and he smirked. We both started eating and drinking and soon lost count of the number of beer glasses we emptied. I realized soon that I should not get drunk or I'd forget that mesmerising eve, hence, slowed down while Kev didn't bother.

As the music turned more romantic and couples had started to turn the beach into a ballroom, Kev suggested that we should dance too. I denied it but he got up and grabbed me. We gently swayed with our hands clinging eachother like the other couples. Kev tried to kiss me too but I stopped him. That was weird.

All of a sudden, Kev loosened his grip on me and ducked sideways and unleashed all the food he'd eaten that day. I laughed initially but stopped as I realized how bad his situation was. I took is hand and draped his arm around my neck while gripping his waist with the other. Then I navigated him back to our abode. He puked thrice on the way.

When I finally managed to het him back to the beach house, I layed him on the bed and made lemon water and asked him to drink it. He refused, so, i had to force it down his throat. After a few seconds, he rushed to the toilet and released all of it in the commode. He managed to get some of it in his clothes. I laid him on the bed and undressed him. I didn't realize he wasn't wearing his underpants until I took his shorts off revealing his soft penis. I covered him with the thin blanket and laid next to him.

He clasped me with his warm arms as he said, "Do you want me?"

I was confused, "Sorry, what?"

His breath smelled horrible as he elaborated,"I want to fuck you Mon Amour!"
He moved closer to me and I felt something poking my behind. It was his hard cock. He shifted down and placed it near my butt. I was in my shorts, yet it felt like his dick was rubbing against my my naked ass. As he moved it up and down my natal cleft , I felt my heart throbbing in my chest.

I interrogated,"What's that Kev?"

"I want to be inside you, Amour. Mt dick's knocking on your doorway. Please welcome it."

He aroused me but I held myself and stopped him from doing anything sexual. I tried to free myself from him but his grip was too tight. Then I felt that my undies were pulled down and now his cock was touching me again. But this wasn't the same touch as before. This was unasked for and gruesome. Before he could do anything, I pulled my undies back up and released myself from his claws. I was terrorised by his actions. I never thought he would do something so awful to me.

As I tried to process the recent events, he clutched my dick and pulled me in. It hurt. Both mentally and physically. I broke into tears as he tried to stuff his tool in me. Then he snapped out of his drunk state and realized what he had just done.

"Why do you always do this to me?" I sobbed, "Am I just a sex toy to you? Don't you care about me even a little?"

He could not speak a word and my screams were followed by a silence. I was crying my eyes out as he froze. Guilt overshadowed him.

After a moment he wiped my tears as he apologised and stated,"I love you!"

"Don't say that!" I screamed at him. "You dont love me, I do and I regret that every second of my life!"

My words made him feel horrible and he started crying too.

"I'm really sorry, Luc," he sobbed, "I'm always bad to you. Teasing you every second" He gasped,"I never think about your feelings! I'm actually sorry that I always do this to you but I do care about you and..."

He broke into tears and could not speak. He embraced me and buried my face into his chest. I could still feel his warmth even though my nose gave me a foul smell. For a brief moment, I had felt that my lobe for him had just died.

I felt bad for him and blanketed his sweaty body with my arms. I could still hear him crying as my tears rolled down dripping into his abs. Then he tried to stop me from crying. I realised how much me cared for observing how he tried to comfort me while he still could not hold back his tears. I felt the heat back in my heart the fire in me reignited.

"You're a pain in the ass," I joked arising a memory in both of our minds.