Fallen Angels: Fallen Book 1 (a Boys of Porn novella)

CH 4

Just do it now and get it over with.

Derek sat on his bed and stared at the cell. Patrick's name and number hovered on the screen. If Patrick were still expecting his call, he wasn't expecting to receive it until tomorrow morning. Derek didn't have to call tonight. But he should. He knew that. Get it dealt with and put the matter to rest.

He sighed and tossed the phone on the bed and stood up. It bugged the shit out of him that he was struggling so hard with this thing. It shouldn't be this way. One brief encounter with a cute boy should not be fucking him up so bad.

Why the fuck did you have to be right there at that moment?

Derek didn't know to whom the question was directed—himself or Patrick. He walked to the window and looked out across the spacious rear lawn. Night shadows crept out of the trees at the edge of the grass and slithered across the yard. Derek thought about the other guys still in town... partying their asses off. Why the fuck was he here? He should be with them—drinking, dancing, fucking.

He closed his eyes and imagined the scene. The twins were in heaven with so many hot gay boys to tempt and entice and ultimately defile. Who would turn them down?

Heat spread through his loins and he gripped the window frame, eyes pinching tighter. He wanted to fuck someone, too—right now—but the only other man in the house was Gideon.

Breathing deep, he envisioned the twins loving on a couple of other cute, sweet boys—hands and mouths granted free rein. Derek groaned and pressed his head to the glass as one hand dropped to his crotch—suddenly hard as steel. He squeezed and massaged as the scene played out in his head. By the time his hand shoved inside his pants, he realized the faces were changing, the scene shifting—and it was him alone with Patrick... kissing, caressing, stroking, sucking... fucking.

Derek gasped and opened his eyes, his hard cock clutched in a tense fist. "Fuck..." He hobbled back to the bed and dropped on his back, shoved down the front of his jeans, and freed his erection. Shivers quivered through him as he commenced to stroke himself—as images of Patrick filled his head. Visions of the boy on top of him, his sweet, tight, virgin body engulfing every inch of his engorged member.

"Oh fuck..." Derek moaned, his body moving in rhythm with the fantasy—hips pumping, fist gliding, mattress protesting. "Fuck, yeah, baby..." he whimpered and panted. "Give it to me... I want you so bad..."

Behind his clenched eyes, Patrick's tender body swayed and rocked, hips rotating, inner cave squeezing Derek's throbbing muscle as he stroked his perfect ass up and down the stiff rod, soft angelic moans puffing off his full parted lips.

The orgasm surfaced fast, clenching his balls, swelling his cock in his hand. Derek gasped loud and his entire body convulsed as a load of cum burst out of him, splattering his upper abdomen and chest... a few tendrils landing in the hollow of his throat.

His chest heaved and sweat trickled from his brow. "Holy shit..." His body trembled and heart thumped wildly.

Break the date—you CANNOT be alone with that boy.

Derek swallowed through a parched throat and dragged one palm over his flushed face as his other hand remained wrapped around his heavy dick—not entirely deflated—droplets of cum oozing from the tip.

This little fantasy should have reinforced his resolve to officially call it off with Patrick.

It didn't.

In fact, his resolve had weakened.

You can't fuck him. As good as it would feel—you can't!