Page 55 of Believe in Caloosa Springs

“Yeah, I’m fine… I just wanna lay down for a few minutes. Is that okay?”

Porter kicked his shoes off and laid himself back on the bed. “Come here.” His voice was barely above a whisper. I took a deep breath and tried to burn the image of him lying back on my bed, his head on my pillows and his arms open, beckoning me to join him. I wanted to make sure I remembered it forever, in case I never got to see him like this again. I crawled up to him and nuzzled up against his side with my head on his chest, eyes facing down towards his feet. He wrapped his arm around my back and kissed the top of my head.

This was better. I could feel his touch all around me, but I didn’t have to look at his face.

“I have a very…unconventionalcareer,” I started “I- I have done adult things with other adults in front of cameras with the purpose of helping other adults have a good time on the internet.”

I closed my eyes and waited for the realization of what I had said to catch up with him. Any second now, his arm would fly off me, and he’d push me away to get out of here as fast as he could. At least, if he left in a huff, I wouldn’t have to explain myself any further. So far, he hadn’t so much as flinched a muscle. I was sure of that, because I was wrapped around him like a spider monkey.

“You have a podcast?” he asked innocently.

I suddenly wondered if Mandy had any big plans for the toaster, or if she’d let me borrow it this evening for my bubble bath.

Live, Laugh, Toaster Bath…

“Um… not exactly. Although, it was sorta similar. It’s, um… It’s more like when you are, um….”

“Say it, Christian…” His tone was sharper than I had been expecting, and he used his free hand to push up my chin so he could look me in the eyes. I could feel my eyes starting to water. Actually, I felt like I was gonna throw up all over him. “Tell me you’re a porn star, and I’ll tell you that I’m in love with you, and don’t care as long as I’m the one you’re curled up around every night.”

I exhaled hard, bringing with it a noise somewhere between a choke and a relieved sob. His hold around my body tightened. “I’m a porn star,” I murmured.

“I love you.” His movements were swift and intentional as he rolled me onto my back and covered my body with his. He wiped my tear-slick cheek with his thumb.

“I’m no expert, b-but…”Don’t cry… Don’t cry…“I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

The smile that spread across his face was lopsided and toothy… like a big, grinning idiot. I lifted my arms up, hooked them around his neck, and pulled him down to kiss that silly grin right off his face. Despite the delicate nature of our conversation, the kiss was forceful and all-consuming.

Porter broke the kiss long enough to strip out of his jacket and peel his shirt off over his head. He tossed them both to the floor before pulling at the hem of my sweater.

“Ihatewinter…” Porter panted as he undid the button of my jeans and I yanked my sweater off. “Far too many clothes.”

I laughed at his frustration and lifted my hips off the bed so he could pull the pants down. I could see the bulging outline of Porter’s cock straining against his jeans as he struggled to get my clothes off. Licking my lips, I reached down between us, grabbed a handful of it, and squeezed. Just seeing the outline of his dick had my mouth watering. Porter groaned loudly and abandoned his mission momentarily to throw his head back and rut against my palm.

Porter brought his head down to suck my nipple into his mouth. I hissed and tightened my grip on his crotch as he nibbled the sensitive flesh between his teeth. He was dry-humping my handlike a teenager as he abandoned my left nipple and latched his mouth onto the right. Suddenly, he detached himself and flew off the bed at lightning speed to get his jeans and boxers off, his proud cock jutting straight out like a tree branch.

“Please get naked,” Porter begged. His words were breathy and almost sounded like a desperate whine.

I made quick work of getting my jeans and briefs off, and slid out of them simultaneously. Porter climbed back onto the bed between my open legs. He put his hands under my thighs and folded them up against my chest. “Hold these.”

Laying on the bed with my legs pinned up against my torso gave Porter unobstructed access to my dick and hole. Porter cleared his throat and spit into my crack before using his fingers to spread it across my entrance as he sucked the head of my dick into his mouth. He stared up at me through thick eyelashes as he pushed a thick finger into me while sucking my cock into his mouth down to the root.

Maintaining Porter’s fuck-sick gaze was more intense than the digit pushing into me, but I didn’t dare look away. He pushed another finger in alongside the first one, and I moaned as he moved the two in and out of me. Slow at first, and then increasing his pace as he let my dick fall out of his mouth. It slapped against my torso with a wet plop.

Porter held my gaze as he moved down a bit and began to scissor his fingers in and out of me while twisting his wrist.

“Oh fuck, Porter…” I moaned.

Porter stuck his tongue out and licked around my hole while he fingered in and out of me. He pulled his hand back, sliding his fingers out completely to replace them with his tongue. Ashe pushed the slick tip of his tongue past the loosening ring of muscle, I tossed my head back and cursed under my breath.

“Yeah, baby? You like it when I fuck you with my tongue?”

The filthy words electrified me, along with his boldness. “Yes… oh, yeah…”

Porter took his index fingers on each hand, pushed them deep inside of me, and slowly pulled them apart to stretch me out even more. I whimpered, stifling the sound by throwing my arm across my mouth. He pushed his tongue inside the opening he’d made between his fingers, and my eyes rolled back into my skull.

“Oh mygod,” I bit out. My legs began to quiver as he continued to push his fingers and tongue into me. There was a puddle of clear liquid pooling in my belly button from my weeping cock as Porter pulled his face back and shoved a third finger inside.

The burn was immediate, and I swallowed hard to avoid choking on my saliva as I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Porter gave me no reprieve—the second that third finger was buried, he started moving his arm back and forth like a jackhammer, slamming his fingers in and out of me at almost a mechanical rate, raking the pads of his fingers across my prostate.

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