Can't Help Falling In Love With You (BxB)

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I'm very nervous, like those nerves of my vessels were flooding blood. Whāt?

"Try the best kiss you have, and imagine me as someone you like the most." He stated plainly, before leaning close with his breath fanning on my face.

"How about the positions?! I can't take it up in ass!" Oh my gosh, this is going to be stressful... I'm backing out. Because I really haven't take it up since the day I started my fucking nightmare job.

"I can't either. So if you want some competition to do... Just compare our bodies." He's maybe saying that because he's larger than me, or maybe he wanted me so bad.

Well, fuck it. I'll just gonna try right? Nothing will lost if I did.

"Fine... But do you think that might be nasty... You know?" I reckon. Yes, it will be nasty. "Ahm, I guess we'll stop right here... I'm totally clueless."

"Stop being such a brat, don't worry about yourself, you should worry about my performance." What does that even mean?

"Uh, I am me? And I do my own decisions; so if I back out... Then quit being delusional for a moment. Yeah?" I said without any enthusiasm, but a great shudders of anxiety weaving onto my tone.

"You're being confuse to all decisions you're making. And most of all, you're making things worst to be difficult." Oh... I didn't sense myself. "I don't really care if you shit on me, or pee for replacement, but all you can do is to rely on my words. Okay?" I sigh defeatedly.

I'm always the dumb shit loser when it comes about hanging with him. Like a pathetic insect I am.

"Now, first things first... You have to learn how to suck a rod." He whispered sexily, bringing up that manly arms on my side as he push me down on his large bed. "Just suck, like it was a lollipop, although it's larger." He smirk mischievously, followed by a hum that indicates a 'Go On' code. By the way, he teach me some codes about sex play.

I don't really know things better, but try. — Anyway, my mind's floating on for any conclusions because of the thought of sucking a dick without seeing one. "Do you know DIY right? Do. It. Yourself." He suddenly words out.

"I feel like I'm taking a scientific biology exam right now." I uttered pathetically. "I-I'm really sorry, but I ca-"

But before I can fully refuse my intimate deed, Brion quickly disadorn his jeans, including his infernal belt that I didn't know how to work with. He push it down after toring his shirt up, leaving himself very exposed to my eyes.

All new sights of his skin made me feel all flushed wetly; I saw new things on his bare body. He has light touches of scars everywhere his frame, he also had some odd but faded birthmarks written flat on his right inner thigh and for the highlights; that can make my mouth waters — was the sight of him being horny.

"Go on, Camden." He hustle demandingly.

If this is a good adventure, then let's do it, but yet again... There's a lot of holes I'll need to patch up later on. It was like after a few years of hiding my own thirst towards men, I can finally wield one of their swords.

That's a metaphor.

And I didn't mean to unravel one of my own biggest secrets that instant. Also my job.

"Keep this as a secret please?" I muttered, while harnessing the bulge in front of me.

"Sure, boy." He then pat my head as I reveal his pulsing cock off the drenched grey boxer he was wearing. I wonder why's he wet? My hands slowly snake unto the base, and I can tell he's huge. "I'm always right about thinking, that confused guys like you is better than real gays." I glare.