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I had known this was too good to be true. All the memories from when I was fifteen flooded back to me. When I told my parents I was gay, they were so supportive, said to me that they loved me and were proud of me for trusting them with my truth. It amazed me that my parents, whom I thought would have a problem with my sexuality, actually embraced me, even supported me.

It was easy to recall that at 3:00 a.m. on a Thursday, two men entered my room and dragged me from my bed. “You are coming with us, where the devil will be removed from you.” One of the two guys said. Saying nothing else, they dragged me into the hall where my parents stood and watched.

“This is for the best, Tyler. You will be better when you come back. The perversion will be gone.” My mother said as these strangers pulled me down the hall while I kicked and screamed. I begged that they not do this, that I would change. They ignored me, and my parents closed the door as I passed the threshold.

After being in a car for hours, I was delivered to a conversion camp where they were determined to make me not gay. They would abuse me, starve me, and force me to pray. For the first month, I fought it, but I realized that none of this would end until I gave them what they wanted. When I told my parents and the people at the camp that I was no longer gay because ithad been the devil in me, I was finally released. They sent me back to my parents’ house, and three days after I was back, I left forever. I lived with friends until my aunt took me in. She lied to my mother about where I was until I finished high school, and to this day, I don’t understand how sisters could be so different from each other.

I went to community college and planned to open my shop as soon as I could. The ability to stand on my own was a goal I intended to fulfill, and with that came my promise to never trust anybody ever again. Jamie was the first and only person in all those years who managed to get me to break that promise to myself.

Now I knew West had a secret that was about to break everything between us, and my heart felt crushed. Whatever he talked about involved me, and I knew the only secrets were bad ones. He would probably tell me how it was a good time, but I wasn’t enough or too much. I had believed in him, but I understood why he couldn’t stay with me.

As I got into bed, the fact that this was our last time together made my heart beat harder. Had I told him about my past, would it have made this easier? Would it have been different? If he didn’t want me, he didn’t want me, knowing my past would have just made him pity me, and I didn’t want that.

West walked out of the bathroom, gave me a huge smile, and stalked over to me. As always, when I looked at him, it took my breath away. He was so captivating, and I was so average. No wonder he didn’t want me anymore. I watched as he slipped under the covers.

“Hi.” He lay on his side with a smile, his hand slid up my hip and side.

“Hi.” I leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t long before my kisses became tongue-heavy and my hands started to roam over his body. I loved the feeling of hard and warm muscles under hisskin. I could feel his cock thicken against my thigh. The way our bodies responded to each other was the very definition of pure desire—obviously, it wasn’t our sexual chemistry that made him want to leave. Tomorrow I’ll kiss him goodbye and let this be a fond memory, save myself from some of the pain he would dump on me. Tonight, though, I would enjoy the feel of him in me, give him my body completely because I had fallen for him even if he didn’t feel the same.

“Tyler, I am crazy about you.” He murmured while he kissed up my neck.

Why would he say something like that? I chalked it up to lust talk, and my brain pretended the words were real. I kissed down his jaw, and sucked on the warm, tender skin behind his ear. He made a long, low moan of approval. His hands ran down my back to grip my ass, squeezing the globes hard, then he pulled them slightly apart. I wiggled into his touch, moved my legs over his so he had better access to the area I wanted him to touch. He took my obvious invitation, his fingers slid into my crack and slipped over the sensitive bundle of nerves of my hole.

“West. I want you to fuck me.” After the words left my mouth electric ran up my spine, and I could feel my cock throb.

He stopped kissing me and seemed to freeze for a moment. Then he pulled back and looked at me, his pupils completely blown, the color of his eyes undetectable. “I. Yes. God, Tyler, are you sure? I don’t want to push you.”

He was so sweet. “I am the one who asked for it.” Apparently, that made sense to him, and he smiled.

“Right. Do you have supplies?”

When West and I had agreed to be exclusive, I had purchased supplies, which I had stashed. I reached into the drawer next to the bed without breaking the kiss. The way his hands moved up and down my body made me tingle, and the ache to have him in me grew.

“West. In me.” I could feel his lips turn up as we rearranged on the bed.

“Let me open you.” He whispered in my ear. “I can’t wait until you are ready for me.” He pushed my thighs back so I was exposed to him. “So perfect.” He said as he gazed at my opening.

He coated his fingers with lube, then ran them over the nerve endings, which made me shudder. Gently, he kissed my inner thigh, then the side of my knee, and he licked my calf while his finger slipped inside of me. The feeling was heavenly, and I wanted more immediately, my body welcomed him eagerly.

“Give me more West.” He chuckled and kissed the inside of my knee again.

“You are so greedy for me.” He made a quiet hum noise, then a second finger joined the first, slowly working deeper inside.

Everything inside of me lit up, my cock leaked for him and the ache inside of me got more voracious. “Please, West.”

“You are so tight. I have to make sure this is good for you, Baby. You’ll get plenty of me.”

A noise that was clearly a whine came out of me that I was most definitely not proud of it, but it wasn’t something I could control. His fingers pushed knuckle deep, and he crooked them. “Oh. Shit. West.” Going in a second time, he gave my prostate another rub, which made me arch into him. There was so much about how he treated me that was tender and loving, like I was precious to him, and it mattered how I felt, but when he touched me there, it shattered me. I couldn’t wait any longer. “Please, West. Please fill me.”

“Okay, Baby.” That was the second time he used the pet name so easily. My heart fluttered and flipped in my chest. There was so much I loved about him and wanted with him, but tonight I will take this for myself and hold on to it when I am alone again.

With my head back, I heard the sound of the condom wrapper opening. We probably didn’t even need it, but we hadn’t had theconversation; it was something I had planned to do soon. He leaned over my body his lips teased up my stomach, then gently sucked my nipple, then a nip that made me moan, the feeling was incredibly intense. West’s fingers returned to my entrance, then slipped easily inside of me again, and I was unable to keep myself from trying to get him deeper.

“Please, Cock. Need.” He growled softly as he kissed me deeply.

“You want me in you, Tyler? You want to feel my thick cock buried in your tight hole?”

I had never been into dirty talk, but his words made everything in me shudder, and I ached for him. “Ungh, West.”

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