Page 79 of Demon of Dreams

He emphasized that by squeezing my cock through my jeans, and God help me, I moaned. The sound leaked out of my mouth against my will.

His eyes lit up. “Sounds like you agree.”

Before I could say anything, he was walking me backwards until my legs bumped something heavy and blunt. I looked back to see an old wooden bench that the drama department had borrowed for this production.

When I turned around again, Chad’s fingers were unzipping my jeans. He dipped a hand inside, sliding it underneath my boxers to stroke my cock. The touch of his skin was electric, and I moaned again—loud enough that I darted a glance at the curtain, wondering if I was audible to the people on the other side.

“Eleven minutes, Mr. Manfredi said,” I whispered to Chad. My heart was in my throat. “I don’t think we should be doing this. Not—not now.”

God, his skin against mine felt so good. I couldn’t believe I was objecting to this. Who could say why Chad had suddenly decided to find me fascinating after months of ignoring me? This might be my only shot with him.

“Do you really mean that?” he asked, leaning in to kiss me roughly as he continued to stroke my cock. He pulled back, nipping at my lip again. “Do you really want to stop?”

Yes? No? God,no.Not if I was being honest. I didn’t want to stop.

“No,” I said, barely audible, but Chad heard me just fine, because his lips were on my neck now, sucking a hickey into my skin.

“I thought so,” he said, and he pulled his hand out of my pants, only to pull my T-shirt off over my head. My skin pebbled immediately, but I barely had time to think about that, because he was already pulling my jeans down my thighs, then dragging my boxers down so my cock came free.

“So good,” he said, and then he dropped to his knees.

I gasped as he wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and brought his lips to the tip. Was he going to suck me off? Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Normally it was me on my knees, my mouth full of another man’s cock.

Normally?

I blinked, confused. What the hell was I thinking? This was the first gay thing I’d ever done. I’d never so much as admitted to myself that Iwasgay before.

So why did it feel like I’d been with other men? Why did it feel like it should be me, taking another guy’s load down my throat?

Because you’re disgusting. The thought flitted across my mind. Small at first, but when I tried to shake it loose, it just grew larger.Because there’s something wrong with you. Because Dad’s right. You’re perverted, and everyone can see it.

Chad’s lips parted, sliding around the head of my cock, and I had to clap a hand over my mouth to keep from moaning so loud the entire town heard me. Chad’s mouth was so sweet, so slick and hot. As his tongue swirled around the tip, my knees buckled and I sank down onto the bench.

Chad didn’t even blink, he just adjusted to my waist’s new level. As his mouth enveloped my entire cock, I bit my palm to keep from crying out. It was so good. I was tingling all over—and terrified.

Terrified Mr. Manfredi would come back. Terrified the audience would hear us. Terrified I’d come too soon and embarrass myself.

Terrified of what this said about me.

Disgusting. Useless. Pathetic. My dad’s words echoed in my mind. He knew there was something wrong with me from the beginning. Knew it before I did.You’ll never be a real man.

He was right, I realized. And if he only knew what I was doing now—letting another guy suck me off, moaning from pleasure—all the beatings he’d given me before would have seemed like sweet caresses compared to what came after.

Wrong. Wrong. There’s something wrong with me.

I had to stop this. It was too much, too dangerous. What if someone found out and told my dad? What was I doing, letting this happen in public? On stage, for Christ’s sake. If my dad found out, I was dead.

“Wait,” I gasped. “Wait.”

Chad pulled back and looked up at me, his eyes alight with lust.Lust for me. My insides felt like they were pulling apart. I wanted this, and I also didn’t. It wasn’t fair. Why did I have to be like this?

“What?” Chad asked.

Fuck, his lips were so soft and wet. I melted, losing the internal resistance I’d had a moment ago.

“I—I—” I didn’t know what to say. “Fuck.”

I closed my eyes so he couldn’t see the tears of frustration welling up. When was this ever going to happen again? It didn’t make sense that it was happening in the first place. It was like someone had cast a spell on Chad, and I was afraid to break it. I’d spent so long trying to deny what I was. Maybe, just for one night…

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