Page 123 of Lost Boy
“Gonna come. Gonna come,” I chant.
He reaches for my cock, but I swat his hand away.
I’m too sensitive, and I don’t need it.
I grit my teeth as the orgasm races down my spine and through my balls, drawing every last drop of spunk out of them as I explode onto Ryder’s chest. My cock throbs as it releases my load, and my asshole pulses around his cock, gripping it tightly and forcing an orgasm out of him as well.
“Fuck! Fallon! Fuck!” he shouts. “Your asshole is so. . . fucking. . .tight.” He stares into my eyes, something hot and intense burning between us as his warmth fills me.
“I fucking love you.”
His heartfelt declaration causes another mini orgasm to roll through me, soft and languid. Easy and comfortable, like sleeping in on a rainy Saturday morning.
My love and desire for him are never-ending, all-consuming, and inescapable. Burning bright and never fading. He’s opened my eyes to colors I’ve never seen before and introduced happiness to my life that I’ve never felt. Never even dreamed.
“I love you more, Ryder Cruz,” I say with a fierceness I feel in my bones.
I’ve never felt anything so strongly in my life.
Icravehim.
His soft cock slips free, our connection broken, and I whimper at the loss.
He bands his arms around me, pulling me to lie on his hard chest. My sticky cum smears between us, and his leftover seed oozes out of my hole.
It’s messy, but neither of us cares.
“Can I ask you something? Even if it’s not the right time?”
It’s after midnight on prom night, and we’re both slightly intoxicated, but my brain says, “Yes, of course,” anyway.
“Will you come to college with me? Well, I know you’re notgoingto college, but will you come with me? I can’t be apart from you. I have to live in the dorms the first year, but we’ll figure it out. I can’t be separated from you. I just can’t.”
Ryder squeezes me tightly, and relief washes through me. I didn’t know what to expect after graduation in a couple weeks. Where I’m going or what I’m doing. All I know is that I want to be with Ry, and I want to pursue my music. Maybe even stay with the band—with Gracie and Taylor. And now that he’s out and not hiding who he is, any college or team that accepts him or drafts him is also accepting the lifestyle.
“I’d follow you anywhere, Ry. You brought me back from a void of nothingness and no feelings. Now, I’m so full of love. And not just yours.Everyone’s.Friends. Family.Our family.”
“We can follow our dreams and find happiness together, baby,” he whispers. His touch both warms me and sends a chill down my spine.
“Together,” I echo, grinding myself against the hard ridges of his abdomen, ready to go again. Ready to show him how much he makes mefeel.
“I love you,” I murmur, trulyfeelingeverything.
“Forever, Blue.”
EPILOGUE
RYDER - THREE YEARS LATER
“Fallen Grace is on in an hour! I gotta leave, Ry!” Fallon whines from where he’s bent over our couch in the penthouse loft we now call home. True to his word, Fallon followed me anywhere. It just turns out it wasn’t very far.
I got drafted by my dream NBA team, and now we’re in LA, not even two years after I started playing college ball.
“Do you want me to remove my cock from your ass, then?” I deadpan, giving him the dry humor he normally serves me.
Fallon cries out as I adjust the angle of my pumping hips and nail his prostate.
“No! Just. Keep. Doing. That!” he grunts with each one of my thrusts.
