Page 14 of His Fearless Guy

Ryeson: Are you out in your truck?

Me: Yes.

Ryeson: Coming to show that dick who’s boss

Oh, fuck yeah. I reach into my pants and give my cock a few strokes, reading his message over and over again. The cum is already dribbling out with anticipation.

I turn my head, watching the front doors of the school, waiting for him to appear. When the door busts open, my cock lurches upward. His eyes lock right on me from across the lot and he stalks forward. His stature tense. His pace brisk. Those dark eyes of his holding me hostage.

Determination is locked in his features and it’s making my pulse race. I stroke my shaft in time with his every step, fast heavy strokes. A tense grip mimicking the tension locked in his jaw and in his stare. A wave of need vibrates in my gut. The heat is coursing through my body. I’m ready for his dominance to take control and force me to give myself over to the pleasure.

He stops right in front of my door, peering at me through the window. I slow my pace, rubbing my thumb over the slit at the top, feeling the slippery cum slide across my skin. He’s notbudging. Just glaring at me like I’m an enemy. I release my cock, edging too close to the heat. Finally, he yanks the door open.

“Move over,” he practically seethes, climbing inside. I start to slide across the bench, but he grabs me by the hips and pulls me forward. My back hits the seat and my head is now scrunched against the door. “This is the last fucking time,” he grits, wrapping his heavy palm around my shaft. “It’s never going to happen again.” He gives me a tug and my hips thrust up into his fist. It’s too fucking good. He starts jerking me roughly, the anger rolling off him. It’s like he’s mad that he wants to do this. Like he’s pissed that he’s attracted to me.

“This dick is going to stop invading my thoughts. Do you understand?” He squeezes me hard, and I nod on a groan.

I know it needs to stop. We’re both straight. Whatever the fuck is happening doesn’t make sense. Yet…as his tight grip jerks me faster, it feels like it makes perfect sense. Nothing has ever felt like this. It’s like there’s a magnetic force between us. My pleasure drawn to his dominance. My need under his direct command.

“Fuck, Ryes,” I grunt as the pressure starts to build. “It shouldn’t feel so fucking good.”

I never knew I liked it so rough—or so tight. Or that I’d be turned on by the strain in his forearms. Or that his clenched jaw which is pulsing as he strokes me off would make my cock pulse just as fast. But it’s all taking me to the edge. It’s all intensifying the pleasure.

“Fuck you and your cock,” he grunts as his free hand slides down his pants and starts to pump. “Never again will I let you tempt me.” He strokes me faster. The vein in his neck now bulging as he draws closer to his peak. “Get there, Bay. Now.”

His command snaps the chord. My orgasm tears through my system, limb by limb. Pleasure sparking across every nerve. His grunts fill the cab of my truck, and his body freezes up asthe pleasure strikes him down. I ride through the heat until it slowly starts to dim. When I finally open my eyes, it’s there—the destruction of everything I once knew. This wasn’t just an accidental hookup or a bet. This was desire guised under the falsehood of some lame need to see who has the bigger dick. And now, these feelings are so deeply rooted within my core that I can no longer deny it. I can’t excuse it away or pretend like this never happened. I’m definitely into Ryeson.

“Fuck, man.” He drops back on his seat, taking heavy breaths as his body settles. “Why the fuck does that feel so fucking good?” His hands run down his face and there’s tension tight within his features again. He sits up, fixing his pants. “We’re done, Bay. Never again. We need to forget this ever happened. Our adrenaline just got the better of us. That’s all this fucking was.”

He can keep telling himself that, but it’s bullshit and he knows it. And like hell I’m going to forget what happened. It’s too fucking late for that. My first gay experience is burned into my memory now. Along with my feelings.

“You really think I’m going to forget?” My brow goes right up with my disbelief. “I get that you’re freaked, man.” Hell, so am I. “But I don’t think adrenaline is the cause.”

His eyes turn even darker. “Dude, neither of us is gay. We both dig chicks. So whatever the fucking cause doesn’t matter. It’s done. And neither of us is going to tell a soul about it.”

“You don’t have to worry about me blabbing about this shit, Ryes. It’s not like I’m going to spread it all over school.” I don’t need anyone up in my personal business. And I certainly don’t need the backlash from the girls or our teammates.

“Good. So, we’re on the same page. Now, we need to get inside for class. I’ll go first so no one sees us walking in together.” Not sure why the fuck that matters. We’re always together.

He climbs out and shuts the door. My fist slams against the roof. “Fuck!” Goddammit. He’s right. I wish this shit never happened because now I’m fucked. I don’t want it to stop. I’ve never had such intense feelings before. Maybe my hormones are going crazy, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s never felt like that with a girl. Yeah, I’ve always been able to get off. But this… This was on a different playing field. This was me two feet from the endzone, getting tackled by his huge frame and scoring the championship goal. This wasn’t some lukewarm field goal.

I sit up and shove my dick back in my pants. Maybe’s he’s right. Maybe we just need to let this shit go. It’s not like either of us wants to rock the boat in our lives. And it’s not like we’re going to start dating. It’s a fucking whack notion. We’re never going to cuddle up and whisper I-love-yous to each other, which means it needs to end before we end up getting caught and become the brunt of everyone’s jokes.

I grab my bag and climb out, heading into my class. It’s time to get my shit back under control.

9

Ryeson

“Dude, where’d you go?” Brennon asks as I take my seat. I told him I was running to the bathroom, but I never came back.

“Had to take a dump.”

“You missed a fucking showdown man.” He whistles. “Cassie pulled some shit in the cafeteria, and now she’s done for. Kyler’s fucking pissed and told her she’s not allowed to sit at the table with us anymore. He gave the girls a warning that bullying won’t be tolerated.”

It sure as fuck won’t. Dang. I was gone for all of ten minutes. “So, what happened?”

“I didn’t hear what Cassie said. But she ended up shoving Ruby to the ground, and the poor girl got covered in her food.”Ruby? The recluse?What did that girl ever do to anyone? She sits in the corner with her nose tucked into a book. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard her speak before.

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