Page 21 of Love is Strange
With one final move of my leg, I close the distance between us. His skin is on fire, intense heat licking its way out from his core. Telling me that he wants more, needs more. More of anything that I can give him. There issomuch more that I have for him and I can’t wait to deliver.
When class is over, Griffin grabs his notebook and literally runs out of the classroom.
“Griffin!” I shout, following him out as quickly as I can. He’s about 50 feet ahead of me and I see him hang a right into the men’s bathroom up the hall.
I follow him, expecting the door to be locked. I brace myself for when the door doesn’t budge, but to my surprise it opens immediately.
Once I’m inside, I feel myself being pulled into the stall closest to the door. Once I’m over the threshold, Griffin closes the door and pushes me backward into it. He has me boxed in, one hand on either side of my head. He is staring at me and panting. I’m smart enough to know that the panting isn’t from his hurrying to get out of the classroom.
We stand there, eyes locked, breathing heavily.
Griffin
Standingin the stall with Graham backed up into the door, stuck between my arms that are holding him in place, my breathing picks up and I can’t control it. He reaches up with his hands and grabs onto my biceps. I roar, like a fucking animal, right in his face. Then, everything feels like it’s on fast forward.
His hands come up to my face, cupping my cheeks. My hands end up covering his. He’s turning us around so he has me backed up against the door now. He takes my hands in his and holds them up over my head, securing them between one of his. Before I can stop him, his lips crash into mine. I close my eyes tightly, waiting for my mind, body, and soul to reject these unfamiliar feelings, but that never happens.
I feel Graham’s hands all over my body. He’s rubbing my chest under my shirt. He’s reaching around and grabbing my ass. He’s rubbing his leg up against mine again.
Then, before I even know what happens, he slips his hand underneath the waist band of my shorts. He quickly maneuvers his hand inside of the hole in the front of my boxer briefs and grabs hold of my dick. He begins working his hand back and forth and my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Stop, I’m going to come if you don’t slow down,” I whisper.
“That’s the point,” Graham shoots back at me. But he does end up slowing down his movements to a more bearable speed.
He removes his hand from mine and he brings it to the button on my shorts. He unbuttons and pulls them down a bit taking my boxers with them. At the same time, with his other hand, he begins cupping my balls. In the next moment, he crouching down in front of me, licking up the shaft of my cock and swirling his tongue around the tip. He moves back down to the base before taking turns sucking each of my balls into his mouth playing with them using his tongue.
“Jesus, Graham. Fuck!” I whisper scream, my voice thick with lust.
Just as I am about to explode, he moves his mouth back up to my cock and deep throats it, taking it in all the way to the base.
“Oh, my God,” his mouth breaks free of my cock and he removes both his t-shirt as well as his undershirt.
“I want you to run your fingers through my hair, tug on it, and use it to fuck my face with your cock. Think you can do that?” he asks, looking up at me.
I swallow and shake my head yes as I grab his hair, exactly as he said to. He takes his undershirt and begins jerking himself off.
He sticks my cock back into his mouth and I begin moving his head back and forth. Once I get a little momentum going, I hold his head still and begin fucking his mouth like he asked.
“Are you sure about this?” I slow a little and ask him. He looks up at me and removes my cock from his mouth.
“Griffin, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this. I’m one-hundred percent positive. Now fuck my face like a good boy.”
His words send tingles all the way through my body and has me impaling his mouth with my cock once more. This is the best blow-job I’ve ever gotten. And I’ve had plenty. And it’s being given to me by my fucking brother. I’m waiting for the feelings of shame to come. I’m screaming at myself that this is wrong. That it’s disgusting. But I can’t lie to myself any longer. Not only does this feel like the most real thing in the entire world, but it’s also pure, unadulterated, bliss.
“Oh shit,” I pant.
“Griffin? Is that you bro?” I hear a familiar voice ask.
My eyes shoot open and I freeze where I am. It’s Van.
“Haha you fucking pimp, man. Who’s the lucky lady this time?”
I look down at Graham, dick still in his mouth. Smile on his face. Completely unphased. I don’t know what to do. I hold my hands out and shrug my shoulder. A look of pure terror on my face.
Graham takes me out of his mouth and answers Van as I just about have a heart attack. My life is over. Graham is about to ruin everything. I try telling him to keep his mouth shut, but he’s too quick.
“Yeah man, you remember Gigi, don’t you?” His voice is only slightly different than mine, so it’s believable that it’s me talking. Especially in the echoes of the bathroom.
