Angel From My Nightmare, Pt. 1

I heard his laugh, and I snapped my eyes back up. “Sorry,” he said, “but I’m not interested.” He pulled his hand away from hers and stood up from his desk, walking towards the back of the class, taking a spot on the wall as the shocked look on Lauren’s face slowly turned into anger. I was shocked; I really was. If Lauren had asked me, I’d’ve said yes in a heartbeat. I took that as my que to move all the way into class though, and took my seat. Lauren vacated Troy’s spot as I got back to my desk.

As I sat down, Troy appeared back at his desk. The movement from the back was quick and caught me off guard. It was almost like he had only been a foot from his desk. He flashed me a smile, and I shuddered. Was he hitting on me? I couldn’t understand what was going on, but it caused me to fill myself with some emotion that I hadn’t ever felt on this magnitude- Longing.

The bell rang and I was out of my seat in moments. I almost ran out the door, feeling my face sweating again as I ran to the front of the school and out of it, moving across the lawn as fast as I could make my legs move. There was no way that I was going to second today. Or any class, for that matter. I couldn’t face Troy right now, and he was going to be in every single one of my classes. I had just got into the parking lot when I heard his voice, Troy’s, echo behind me. I turned around, shocked that he had followed me, and almost jumped right out of my skin.

He was right in front of my face. I sat there, paralyzed, as he laughed at me. 

“Dude, where are you going? It’s time for second period already.” His voice was soft, like velvet, but also carried a rough edge to it that I found exciting. 

I shook my head. “Troy, no, I can’t handle this. Please, don’t come near me. You confuse me…” 

I tried to turn around, but I felt his hand grab my arm. He pulled me back to face him, and I stared into his eyes, finding myself getting lost. My knees began to shake, and I pulled away from him. “Please, just leave me alone,” I said to him, almost crying.

“What’s the matter, Lucas? What’re you so afraid of me for?” There was calm assurance in his voice, but it just seemed to have the opposite effect on me.

“Look, okay, stay away from me. I like girls, please don’t do this me…” 

He laughed at that statement, and he reached forward and cupped my chin with his right hand. “No, you don’t,” he said softly. I tried to struggle; I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “No, you don’t like girls, Lucas.”

There was a pause. “You like me.” I gulped, and he leaned forward, his mouth pressing hard against mine. As soon as his lips made contact with mine, I knew that I couldn’t fight it. The desire for him was too overpowering. I felt my dick poking into him, but he didn’t seem to care. His tongue was busy caressing mine inside of mouth. I felt my body turn to putty, and it was only then that I remembered that we were in the middle of the school’s parking lot.

I broke the kiss, pulling away from him, and my eyes saw into his- a spark of anger, like I was proving difficult to him to get. Something that he wasn’t used to. But that spark disappeared quickly, and I found myself saying, “Not here, not here out in the public. We’re still in the parking lot…” 

He laughed and grabbed my hand, leading me towards a red convertible. I sighed, thinking, “of course he’d have something like this…” and he pulled me inside. We drove away, to where, I don’t know where. I got lost in my thoughts, but a few minutes later, we pulled to a stop in front of a small house. I looked at Troy in surprise. 

“This is where I live, doofus. My mom isn’t here.” I didn’t stop to think of why his mom wasn’t here. He pulled me out of the car and into the house in seconds flat. I didn’t notice that all of it was completely set up, like someone had been living here for years. I didn’t notice anything, except for the red of his lips as they came forward and met mine again, right inside of the doorway. This time I kissed him back, feeling my body reacting to the urges that I had never felt towards a man before, wondering where all of this was going to go, and knowing that I should run away, get out of the house and away from Troy before I found myself being hopelessly lost within his embrace forever.

I didn’t listen to myself, though. Troy broke the kiss, the kiss which had left me dizzy and breathless, and lead me by the hand gently to his bedroom. Once again, I didn’t notice the blue walls, the perfect bed, how everything was already here and set up. I forgot that Troy had supposedly just moved here, and I forgot that I was straight. I forgot it all as he slowly pulled my tee shirt over my head and threw it onto the ground. 

In the same motion, he pushed me onto the bed and got on top of me. We were kissing again, his hands roaming all around my exposed chest. He felt his way through my hair, and I could almost feel a feral smile on his face, even though I knew he couldn’t have made the expression with his lips pressed so tightly against mine. His exploring hands found my nipples underneath him and pinched. I let out a deep moan, feeling the pain blossom into pleasure that was only intensified by the kiss that he refused to break. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I gasped inside of my mouth. I felt his hands move downwards over my body, controlling it, making it his, and then felt, with a snap, the button that would open my blue jeans. The zipper slowly came down, and my hard 7 incher stuck out. His hand grabbed it, running all over it, and I felt the pace of my heart speed up.

He broke the kiss, allowing me my first breath in two minutes, and he pulled down my jeans. He muttered a few words… “Are you a virgin?” 

I nodded, and he smiled. He moved downward with his mouth, and I knew what he planned to do- I had watched girls do this often enough on pornos. His mouth went over my nipples, sucking on each for a few seconds before moving down again. My mind didn’t question how he had managed to suck two of my nipples at once- it had been lost in the pleasure and the cloud of lust that hung within me. 

Finally, he moved down to my boxers. He slowly removed them with his hands before putting his right hand at the base of my cock and taking it into his mouth. I let out a gasp; the inside of his mouth was cold, but it felt good. He moved up and down at a rapid pace, his tongue rolling on the skin of my dick. I couldn’t breath properly, it felt so good, and I was caught gasping for breath. I felt a hand stroke my face, but I didn’t question what was going on. It all felt too good, and almost within a minute, I let out a gasp, “I’m going to cum…” 

He kept right at what he was doing though, and it wasn’t long until, with an explosion of immense force, I shot my cum inside of his mouth. He swallowed it all and kept sucking, almost as if he was trying to milk me for all he could get. When it was clear that I was empty, he moved his mouth off my dick and smiled, moving upwards and kissing me again, sharing my cum with me. He didn’t hold this kiss long though. He pulled his mouth away from mine to whisper in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you.” 

If I hadn’t been so befuddled, lost in my own lusts and releases, this would’ve sent shivers of alarm down my spine. However, I couldn’t think clearly; all of this just felt too good, too out of my control, that I lay there as I heard clothes, the clothing that belonged to Troy, hit the floor every few seconds. It didn’t take long until I felt him reposition himself, spreading my legs almost forcefully with his arms, and the tip of his dick at my asshole. 

I didn’t even think about lube as he leaned forward to kiss me once more. His torso between my legs, he pushed in the moment our lips made contact. A sharp pain filled my mind, almost threatening to overcome everything I was feeling, and my subconscious wanted to latch onto that pain and intensify it- it wanted to be awakened, it didn’t want to be controlled, but it was too late. Already the pain was fading, changing instead into a deep pleasure that seemed to rack my entire body. He slid himself all the way in, and I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as he pushed deeper and deeper. He pulled out and did it again, slowly falling into a rhythm of slow and steady strokes that went as far in as his dick could go.

It didn’t take long him to speed up, the deep strokes being replaced with something more shallow but, if possible, even more pleasurable. The feel of the dick in my ass was sending me over the edge; I was falling into an abyss that I knew that I’d never be able to crawl out of. I was being put under the whip of pleasure, myself a slave to its’ whims and the whims of those who gave it. I was nothing more than a toy for Troy to use however he wanted me to.

With that thought in my mind, I was almost surprised when I heard Troy grunt, telling me that he was going to be cumming. He didn’t pull out- I didn’t expect him to. Fuck, I didn’t want him to. I voiced all of these opinions at once, and I knew that in his mind he was laughing as he gave one final, large thrust. I felt his cum rush into my body, and I gasped, the liquid filling my insides as he pulled his dick out. Almost immediately, I felt the haze around my mind fade away, only to be replaced with a sudden desire to sleep.

I succumbed to this urge, too, although not before I thought I heard Troy speak. 

“Your essence mine, my essence yours. Tonight it shall begin.”

-To be continued...