Page 62 of The Freshman

Nate huffed, then loosened his grip onthe collar. He unbuttoned the shirt, grimacing each time hisfingers slipped and the button refused him. Once the last buttonwas free, Nate opened the shirt like wrapping paper on a presentand licked his lips at the gift. Alfie leaned up, and Nate tuggedthe shirt away before throwing it to join the discardedtie.

Alfie lay back down with his handsawkwardly on his chest. They shielded part of him from Nate, theremaining reluctance of what they were about to do.

Nate drew his eyebrows together andstudied him for a few moments. He gripped Alfie’s wrists gently,lifted them above his head, then pressed them down firmly in theirnew position. Nate raised his eyebrow and removed his hands, butthe imprints of his fingers shackled Alfie’s wrists to the top ofbed. Nate wanted him stretched out and bare, and Alfie wanted ittoo.

“Good,Freshman.”

His nipples stiffened in anticipationof a kiss.

Nate didn’t disappoint them. He dippedhis mouth down, licking and sucking as if they were the only sourceof nourishment for his sex hungry body.

Alfie groaned, moaned, and panted intohis bicep, shifting on mattress, not quite knowing what to do tobuffer the onslaught of stimulus. He sunk his teeth in his arm tomask the pleasurable sounds and hoped the spark of pain would holdback the impending orgasm.

A warning rumble escaped Nate’sthroat. He stopped caressing Alfie’s chest and tugged thesacrificial bicep free before kissing the indents. “No,” hewhispered.

Alfie drew his eyebrows together andpressed his lips in a line. He puffed air in and out his nose, tooafraid he would call out for Nate if he breathed through his mouth.They had to be quiet, but his body buzzed with the urge to moan andgroan, to wail in surrender.

Nate attacked Alfie’s belt, thentugged the tight trousers and pants half way down Alfie’s thighs.He knew he was sticky, and the cool air of the cell made himshiver.

Nate smirked before opening his mouthwide and accepting Alfie’s straining erection.

Alfie’s needing cock was finallyencased in warmth and wetness, and he shivered uncontrollably. Natehadn’t gagged him, but he hummed as if he had, trying so hard to bequiet. He pressed his lips together until they ached, and hesqueezed his eyes shut to get back some semblance ofcontrol.

Nate slid his tongue on the undersideof Alfie’s sensitive cock, tracing the lines torturously slow. Hesavored Alfie, mapped his cock carefully until every millimeter oftight skin was buzzing on attention.

Alfie curled his toes and fingersuntil they cramped, but the slight discomfort wasn’t enough to stophim bordering the edge.

Nate lowered his mouth to driveAlfie’s cock deep in wet heat before pulling back with a long-drawnsuck and a hum of appreciation.

He wasn’t going to last. Nate smirkedaround his cock like he knew it too. Alfie rubbed his headhelplessly against the pillow and clenched his stomach muscles.Three bobs of Nate’s tormenting blow job, three twists of hisnipple, and Alfie flung his head back until he felt the springs ofthe mattress and lifted his hips high.

Nate grabbed his ass and held himthere.

He held his breath and listened to therampant sound of his heart drumming in his ears.

Nate held him still as he accepted thesteady flow of come, and Alfie was so deep in his throat, he felthim swallow four distinct times. His eyes were firmly shut, butmoisture trickled through his lids at the intensity of theorgasm.

Nate lowered Alfie’s hips back to themattress, then crawled up his body, kissing all he could until hegot to Alfie’s numb lips. Alfie released them with a wet gasp, andNate wasted no time sucking them and pushing the remains of Alfie’srelease into his mouth for a taste. Nate pulled back with a dirtysound of suction and hummed to himself. The predatory smile wasback, and the crinkled eyes. “I’m gonna fuck you now. Been dying tosince I saw you.”

Alfie’s eyes fluttered, and he noddedas best he could with his head on the pillow.

Nate kneeled and stretched his arm tothe small bedside cabinet. The drawer squeaked, and they bothfroze. No one stirred in the cell next to them, and a relievedbreath escaped Nate.

“Even if they did hear,there’s no way I’m stopping now.”

He pulled back a small tub of Vaselineand struggled with the lid. The angry expression intensified, untilAlfie lifted his hand to take it. He opened it with ease andsmirked at Nate narrowing his eyes.

“I’m gonna wipe that lookoff your face.”

He slathered his cock in Vaseline, andAlfie leaned up to watch. Nate’s cock was huge, and intimidatinglythick. Alfie widened his eyes, and his lips popped open.

Nate chuckled. “Turning youon?”

Alfie’s mouth had gone dry, and heforced himself to swallow. “It’s not gonna fit.”

“Aww, more sweet wordsfrom my Freshman.” Nate stopped stroking himself and shoved hissticky hand on Alfie’s chest. He flopped back to the bed, but itwasn’t enough for Nate. He gripped Alfie’s wrists and pressed themto the top of the pillow. “Keep ‘em there.”

Alfie nodded and shut his eyes,anticipating discomfort. He never liked the first few thrusts. Itwas an internal battle to relax his untrusting body and that fightof mind over body resulted in pain, in rawness, that he had toovercome to get to pleasure.

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