The Emancipation of a Fuckboy [BxB] √

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dominic

Waking up the following morning appeared as expectedly as difficult for me and I'm pretty certain that it will force me to have hangover and regret for breakfast with a side of disappointment with myself. Those seemed to be a palpably terrible combination. My head is already banging and when I finally brought my eyes to open, the bright morning light was kind enough to elevate the pain to an unbearable point that I had no other choice but to shudder in pain. Lyndon is still sleeping peacefully and I was comfortably scooped up under his muscular arms. It's probably time to wake up and sneak out of here before this stud wakes up and who knows what will happen next. This kind of routine is really fucked up and I'm perfectly aware of that. Hooking up with a random stranger, waking up early the next morning and leaving as if nothing had happened is already becoming my signature move just to keep strings away from being attached.

Now that my head is under the mist of sobriety, I ruefully pondered about everything that I just did last night. The strip club seemed pleasurably fun from the scaling amount of sexual hormones boiling from almost everybody all the way to the pornographic activities. I never imagined myself going into one before but I guess a lot of unplanned things really happen when you're overcome by raging emotion. And then there's the weed. What the fuck was I thinking? The simple knowledge of giving up to the apparent temptation is more than enough for me to conclude that I'm already way in too deep down in this shit. I've already reached the point where the surface is out of sight and there's no way back anymore. I totally screwed myself over. I'm sinking deeper and deeper and I don't even have any idea when I will reach the sea floor.

I stayed beside Lyndon and his warm hug and I thought to myself; maybe I just need a little more time to let my body get familiar with the fatigue of hangover before sneaking out of this place. I let my eyes roam around his room and much to my surprise; Lyndon's bedroom is neatly organized like a library, it's the total opposite of the messy scenery at his living room.

"Good morning" I heard him mumble in a very raspy tone. I turned my head to look at him and his eyes were still closed. He looked peaceful and yet somehow I know he wasn't. His long lashes looked wild and unruly.
"Good morning daddy!" I replied teasingly and snuggled closer to his naked torso as he pulled me tighter in response. Quite frankly, I was surprised at myself for doing this.
"Did you sleep well?" Lyndon asked.
"Naah, you were a beast!" I replied suddenly remembering the details of how fucking aggressive he was to me last night. We kissed and did most part of the foreplay at his couch while enjoying the weed. At first he was so easy and gentle with me and it seemed like he was trying to fondle and stroke me in order to get an idea of how much I like it. He could've just asked me upfront for that but his little way felt a lot more arousing. He was motherfucking a professional for that. He finally suggested that we go to his bedroom for a better accommodation and just after I agreed to his proposal he immediately lifted me with such ease as if I was just a dumbbell.
"And so are you," He finally opened his eyes and gave me a sleazy stare as if he was telepathically inviting me to submit to him. "I thought I was going to break you but you didn't break"
"Hahaha" I replied with a simple chuckle and then he caught me off guard by kissing me without giving me a heads up. I kissed him back and soon I just realized why the fuck am I doing this? I should've just left the moment I woke up.

Lyndon's hand went immediately to my bum and squeezed it which made me moan almost inadvertently. I kissed him even more challenging him into a tongue swordfight. I finally rolled him over bringing myself on top of him. I felt his shaft getting firmer and so was mine. I moved my mouth from his mouth to his ears and then towards his Adam's apple eventually making my way to his buff chest. His hands held my head and after a few moments, he pulled it back to his face.

"This is way too good for a breakfast!" I spat catching my breath. I stared at him before kissing him once again.
"You can have me every day if you want to" Pulling away from the kiss to speak, he replied with his raspy morning voice that seemed to turn me on. I don't know about that though. I'm planning to make this be the last no matter how fucking good he was.

Lyndon is a fucking pornstar in his own rights. His performance last night is just immaculate and I totally enjoyed every stroke, every position and almost everything that he did to me. This is our first time but he sure knows his way to me just like the back of his hand. I just don't think that I'll be staying much longer. I know for a fact that I don't want any strings of any sorts to be attached between us. I started stroking his long and firm object with my free hand until I decided to slide down on his legs. I pulled his underpants ultimately revealing the hidden monster. There it was the immaculate thing that made my night worthy of a sin last night. I was about to start working the job when we both suddenly heard the doorbell rang echoing throughout the emptiness of the unit.

"Shut the.......!" Lyndon scowled and quickly scrambled to pull up his underpants. His package seemed to suffocate and wants to break loose out of his tight underpants.
"Who's that?" I asked getting on my feet.
"Fuck! That's probably my mother," He trailed and we both got on our feet to find something to wear.
"What should I do?" I asked nervously slipping into my pants. "Should I hide in the closet or something?"
"No. It's okay, she knows that I'm gay. Just pretend that nothing happened, okay?"
"Nothing happened?" I repeated knowing that a lot of things happened.
"Yeah, just keep it together!"

Lyndon and I both went to the living room and he was quick on his feet to hide the empty bottles of beer and the cigarette butts.

"Open the door" Lyndon ordered pointing his finger towards the door.
"Me?!" I said getting into an immediate panic mode. If Lyndon's mother is some sort of a terrifying mom-zilla with sharps claws and a shrieking voice that will scream incessantly like a tyrannosaurus rex once I open the door, I'll motherfucking die immediately. I don't want to be the one to deal with this.
"Yes please! Just open the fucking door." Lyndon screamed in a form of a whisper forcing me to open the door and sacrifice my life.
"Okay," I nodded almost powerless.

I went to the door and took a quick sign of the cross before finally twisting the door knob and opening the door.

"How long does it take just to open a door in a small apartment unit?" An old lady spoke once she saw the door open. I just smiled like a dog hoping and praying that she won't eat me alive but then when I laid my eyes on her, I immediately knew who she was. It was Lissa, the old lady who kept on talking to me during my flight.
"Lissa?"
"You!" She pointed at me with her accusing finger. "Dear, I remember you from somewhere."
"From that plane" I huffed.
"Oh yes, that young lad from the plane. I haven't seen you in a while. How are you, young man?"
"I'm good"
"How's your mother? I hope she brings me that soup she was bragging about. She's making my mouth water by just describing that" Lissa said and then invited herself inside. I laughed under my breath upon hearing that. My mom did not really brag about her average soup, did she? "Donnie!" She screamed towards Lyndon who barely finished hiding his trash.
"Mom!"
"Oh Donnie! You did not tell me you know this handsome young man." Lissa tapped me on the shoulder and I just smiled awkwardly.
"Uhm, Dominic?" Lyndon gave me a confused look.
"Yes. I sat right next him on my flight back from Singapore. This man is such a sweet person. I showed him your modeling pictures" So that's why Lyndon's very familiar to me. Lyndon is this old lady's only son. What the actual fuck!
"You showed him my what?"
"Your modeling pictures. Oh, how was your audition going by the way?"
"It's going great!"
"Don't tell me you didn't snatch the role?"
"Of course I got the role" I was looking closely at Lyndon and I can feel the lie in his tone.
"You did? Why didn't you told me"
"I was kind of hoping to surprise you. Surprise!"