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Nathaniel rolled his eyes at the sight in front of him: Ben was splayed out on Nathaniel’s bed, like a fucking dork.
“Seriously, you keep getting wasted like this, and I’m going to throw you out the window,” he sighed, slapping his ass through his sweatpants for shits and giggles. Not because he liked Ben, but because he found it hilarious how his cheeks waved back at him, and how Ben would wiggle in his sleep. This was the only thing he found remotely interesting about Ben. The boy was always getting in his way, cockblocking, or being a general nuisance. Nathaniel had lost track of how many promises Ben made, but now was not the time to fret over some guy. With four essays due soon and senior year finals fast approaching, he couldn’t waste any time. He’d have plenty of opportunities to annoy Ben later. Nathaniel sat at the table across from his bed, Ben still in sight. He opened his laptop and began to work.
Ben made a slight moaning noise, almost undetectable. Nathaniel chuckled.
“That pathetic sound never gets old,” he said to himself while typing. The assignment was to report on gender stratification and how society has evolved over the century. Hardly difficult, but rather tedious. He’d already written a paper on a similar topic for another course.
Glancing up from his work, his eyes lingered on Ben for reasons he did not know. He was a short guy — only 4 feet 10 — and when stood together (Nathaniel hated being seen with him), Ben would only come up just below his sternum. To Nathaniel, he was the most annoying brat in existence, and everything about Ben got under his skin. Take, for instance, Ben’s wardrobe: he wore the most twelve-year-old shirts ever, including space, cats, and Minecraft shirts. God, that fucking game. Ben loved it, perhaps too much. If he wasn’t sleeping or wasted, he was playing that godforsaken game.
Ben’s phone lit up, and from a distance, Nathaniel saw that he received a couple of text messages. This bitch has friends? I gotta see this, he thought. The taller boy rose from his work station and snatched the phone from the sleeping boy’s hands. It was from someone called ‘Cade’, but the name had a heart emoji next to it.
“Aw, hell nah,” he laughed, looking at Ben, still fast asleep. “You? A boyfriend? I always knew you were a fag, but God, I didn’t think you actually were.”
Then, a tempest of intrusive thoughts entered Nathaniel’s mind: When did they get together? How often did Ben see him? Have they fucked?
He shook his head, trying to silence these inappropriate thoughts. No, not even inappropriate, but outright disgusting and repulsive. Everyone knew Nathaniel hated Ben. Vehemently. But damn, it was tempting to think about: Did Ben top or bottom? He looked at the boy again and decided Ben was a bottom. No doubt about it.
Nathaniel stopped his betraying mind, realizing he still stood over Ben’s sleeping body. The boy was doing something in that dream for sure: he was twitching, and making a sound which could not be equated to a snore, nor a moan either.
“Stop,” Nathaniel said to himself. His eyes scanned the boy, who was now curled up against his pillow. It drove him mad — this was the seventh time Ben passed out in Nathaniel’s bed. He couldn’t deny Ben had a good body, though. Nathaniel lifted the hem of Ben’s shirt a little, but not so much as to take it off completely. It revealed the slim, yet toned body of a guy who’d begun working out, and the progress was evident: when they started the year, Ben was even scrawnier. That work hadn’t been in vain, as anyone with eyes could see the sweatpants hugging Ben’s ass like their lives depended on it. Well, if sweatpants had lives. In any case, Nathaniel grew even more frustrated. There was no way he could think anything positive about this repulsive guy.
But then he noticed how Ben’s brunette curls fell over his eyes, and how pink his lips looked. He reached out nervously, touching the boy’s thigh. Even through the pants, it felt squishy and — worst of all — it felt right .
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” he blurted out, afraid the boy would wake. Nathaniel paced the room, fidgeting with the faux-gold cross necklace around his neck.
The boy didn’t wake, though, and the world continued on as it was. Nathaniel sighed and approached Ben again. No one’s gonna know. And I’m not gay. I’m just… looking, he thought, justifying his actions. But deep down, he knew the implications, and the risks. If Ben woke up, got the wrong idea, and reported him, all this work would go to waste.
Strangely, his curiosity overrode his anxious thoughts, and so Nathaniel pushed through his mind and sat, gripping Ben’s thigh. He rubbed gently, and he mused about the noticeable difference between his thigh and the girls’ he’d been with. It was a different kind of touch, but he didn’t hate it, as much as he hated the boy himself. His hands roamed the vulnerable boy’s body through the fabric, and it was enough to make him shudder. Ben’s ass felt so round, so irresistible, so good .
“Stop,” he whispered to himself, trying to regain control over his newfound urges. “As much as I hate you, I don’t want to hurt you.”
But would it really be hurting Ben to make him feel good? Plus, Nathaniel reckoned he could do it better than Cade. The thought of Ben having a boyfriend disgusted Nathaniel, but not quite for the reasons he once believed. Nathaniel was straight. He’d always been straight. But damn, if Ben didn’t make him think about it twice.
Ben snuggled against the pillow, drool forming. It would’ve revolted Nathaniel had it not been so fucking hot. Even the way he breathed tempted the taller boy. The poor boy looked so defenseless, lying there like a pitiful test to challenge Nathaniel’s desires and impulses.
Then Nathaniel made an irrevocable decision — he slid his hands under Ben’s grey sweatpants, feeling the boy’s ass. The somnolent Ben groaned unconsciously, and for some reason, that gave Nathaniel the courage to go further. He glided his fingers around the boy’s front, but felt something rather unexpected: Ben had a pussy. It was unmistakable. Still, he pulled the pants down to the boy’s knees and marveled at the sight before him. The boy’s curves were purely mesmerizing, and the thought of Ben with a cunt invigorated him to go even further. Interestingly, however, his pussy derailed from typical female anatomy — he had growth, of which Nathaniel assumed to be Ben’s clit. He also had body hair, which was usually a turn-off to Nathaniel. But seeing it on Ben, the boy whom he hated? It made him even hornier.
“God, Ben. I’ve been sleeping on you for far too long,” he said, licking his lips. Should he? Should he cross the line even more than he already had?
Nathaniel lowered his head and gripped Ben’s bony thighs. Closing his eyes, he brought his face close to Ben’s clit and exhaled before taking it in his mouth. He sucked on it, and God, it felt good to do so. The enlarged clit was such a profoundly different experience from a woman’s pussy, and he loved it. Nathaniel stopped and looked up for a moment, checking to see if the boy was still asleep. He was, but his breathing was ever so slightly different, and Nathaniel enjoyed making the boy twitch. The thrill of it all excited Nathaniel, so he rubbed his hard-on through his pants, which sported a rather generous tent.
He shifted on the bed, nearing Ben’s face. With one hand, Nathaniel gripped his face, and with the other, he massaged Ben’s clit. Nathaniel gazed at the boy, whom he’d previously ignored, interacting with at all costs. Ben’s cheeks were full and dimpled, and his rosy lips invited Nathaniel to forget his hatred. He hesitantly inched towards the soft, pale boy, and once their lips met, he closed his eyes and fell into the kiss. After pulling away, Nathaniel was surprised to see the boy still asleep after all the stimulation.
That’s when Nathaniel rubbed his fingers around Ben’s entrance and started to slide a finger in. It was a little tight, and Ben started squirming. Taking that as a sign to continue, Nathaniel slid past the knuckle. Ben’s face displayed a certain uneasy expression, but Nathaniel didn’t stop. He was far too invested now. He didn’t quit, not even when Ben’s eyes fluttered and his insides tightened around Nathaniel’s finger.
“W-what are you doing – ah!” Ben said, groggy and surprised.
Nathaniel’s lips pursed. What was he to say? “I-I couldn’t help myself,” he shuddered. His finger picked up the pace, and as Ben reached to stop him, Nathaniel gripped Ben’s wrist with his free hand.
“Stop! Please,” he whimpered. “I’ve got a boyfriend.”
“I don’t care,” Nathaniel said, whispering in his ear. “I love your cunt.”
Ben shivered, and he couldn’t deny the pleasure he was receiving. Shocks of ecstasy ran through his body, prompting him to arch his back.
“You react so well,” Nathaniel smirked. He revelled in the fact that the boy was enjoying it despite the wrongness of it all.
‘Nathaniel! Please..”
“Use your words, Ben.”
“Why are you doing this?” he squeaked.
“You’re as fucking hot as you are annoying, that’s why.”
Ben stopped squirming excessively, and Nathaniel let go of the boy’s wrists. It was extremely hot to see Ben accepting his new reality, his hand gripping Nathaniel’s knee. He momentarily stopped his rhythm to stand up and remove his own pants, revealing his boxers and bulge. Nathaniel then lifted the half-naked Ben to sit on the edge of the bed. He attempted to lift the boy’s shirt, but he protested.
“S-scars,” he responded simply.
Nathaniel nodded and didn’t press further, instead rubbing himself through the fabric. He ran his other hand through Ben’s perfectly soft chestnut-brown hair, caressing the boy. Ben looked up at him with a blend of fear, innocence, and desire in his eyes, as if conflicted. He reluctantly outstretched his hand, gently touching Nathaniel’s cock through the boxers.
“Good, I love that,” Nathaniel groaned. But he would groan even more when Ben removed the fabric barrier, and put his fist around Nathaniel’s pulsing, hungry cock.
It was thick, veiny, and made Ben’s large hands look small in comparison. Nathaniel spit on his cock and thrusted slowly into Ben’s hand, which made his eyes flicker in pure joy. Ben then put his lips around the head, swirling his tongue on the frenulum. The smaller boy looked up for affirmation, his expression needy.
“Good boy,” Nathaniel moaned, his eyes rolling, but this time to the back of his head. “God, it's true boys suck dick better than girls do.”
Ben’s eyebrows were furrowed with dedication, but he moaned just the same. Nathaniel gave a low, throaty groan as Ben attempted to take it all in his mouth, but he soon discovered it was easier said than done. Precum welled at the tip of his cock, and the boy promptly sucked it like he needed it to live.
“You look so fucking sexy taking my cock.”
The cocksucker stopped for a moment, catching his breath. He wiped his mouth, and Nathaniel rested his hands on Ben’s head.
“It’s okay, baby. Take your time.” Nathaniel didn’t mean to call him that, but both boys liked the pet name.
Ben resumed his job, pink lips wrapped beautifully around Nathaniel’s pulsing head. It felt so unbelievably good, as if every emotion were cranked up past ten. He pushed on Ben’s head, forcing his veiny cock down the fag’s throat.
“My mouth’s getting tired,” Ben said, eyes looking down.
“Look at my eyes. Good boy. I want your pussy,” he smirked.
“But-but my boyfriend—”
“Who cares? I know you want my cock, or else you wouldn’t have given me a blowjob.”
“Fine… but just the tip. You’re really big.”
Ben conceded, lying back down on the bed. He nervously bit his lips and spread his legs. Nathaniel got on the bed too, resting on his knees. The bottom’s timid demeanor didn’t bother him — he would make this boy beg to cum.
“Tell me how bad you want it.”
“I want it.”
“No, do better. Make me want to destroy your cunt.”
“Fuck me, Nathaniel… I need your cock in me.”
“That’s better. Good boy,” he replied, caressing the boy’s body.
All these foreign feelings rushed to Nathaniel’s head, and while Ben was drunk, Nathaniel was drunk in horniness. He rubbed his tip around the boy’s pussy, groaning as their skin touched. Such fiery passion was unusual to Nathaniel. Of course, he’d fucked before. But never anyone nearly as alluring as Ben.
“I t-thought you hated me,” Ben moaned, touching his clit.
Nathaniel slapped Ben’s hand and rubbed Ben’s clit himself. “Feelings change.”
Both men grunted enthusiastically as Nathaniel pushed his throbbing cock around Ben’s entrance, teasing him.
“P-please,” Ben cried. “That feels so good.”
Nathaniel moaned with conviction, pushing himself a little deeper. He watched carefully as Ben’s eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”
“Do you know how incredibly sexy you are? I have no self-control when it comes to you.”
“If you’re gonna fuck me, can you please use some lube? It’s a side effect of testosterone, vaginal atrophy.”
“You got it, baby.”
Nathaniel quickly exited and grabbed a bottle, applying a generous amount to his cock. He then re-entered Ben’s perfectly pink pussy, and he could feel pressure building up in his head already. God, I’ll cum so fast if I’m not careful , Nathaniel thought.
“I love the way your cunt feels around me,” he groaned, thrusting once he felt Ben’s reluctance disappear. The boy wrapped his legs around Nathaniel, pushing himself onto the taller man’s cock, making his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Feeling submissive made Ben horny, and he whimpered as Nathaniel’s hands left sweltering crimson marks on Ben’s waist. Painful, but he loved every second of it.
Nathaniel’s hips slapped Ben in a frantic, horny frenzy, and the submissive boy’s eyes began to fill with water. Not caring if they were painful or joyful tears, Nathaniel went on, railing the defenseless bottom. like the bitch he was.
“Your pussy is mine, Ben,” Nathaniel reminded. His fleshy insides were better than any toy could simulate, and it made him go feral.
The hip-slaps became harder, faster, and more rough, and as Nathaniel rubbed Ben’s clit, he could tell both were feeling close. He leaned in to kiss Ben, sloppily meeting lips and tongue.
“I’m gonna cum soon,” Nathaniel said breathlessly.
“Me too, daddy.” Both boys were surprised at the name, but neither disliked it. Sensing no hesitation, Nathaniel’s hips bucked, and he felt an intense wave of ecstasy shoot from the base of his cock. His pearly white cum shot haphazardly in Ben’s wrecked, wet cunt, and at the same time, clear liquid came from Ben’s hole.
“Holy fuck, Ben,” Nathaniel said, pulling out exhausted. A second wave of cum shot from his tip, coating Ben’s thighs with his sticky white seed. It was smeared all over both of them, and Nathaniel crashed into Ben’s arms from the feeling.
Ben was still too stunned to speak, but he left kisses on the top’s neck. He gasped because no one had done this before. He melted in the smaller boy’s arms, naked and without a care in the world.
“You’re so pretty. I’m sorry I was mean to you before. You did such a good job.”