Rest In Peace Paul Grady 2

Chapter 2: Change is bad, change is good.

I felt a familiar excitement as I waited eagerly for Paul Grady to arrive at my house for the sleep over. It was only a 5minute drive from his house to mine, yet it felt like a life time from when Paul called to let me know that he was on his way and when he finally rang the door bell. I usually drag my feet or let my mom answer the door when someone is there even if she has to come downstairs to do so.

But whenever I knew that it was Paul Grady behind that door, I would speed out of my room and skip down the stairs taking them three at a time before pulling the door open almost off it's hinges. I was pathetic but didn't care. Paul made me feel safe and happy whenever he was around. I was sure that he was the love of my life even though in all probability he would end up marrying Amber and never knowing the truth about my feelings for him.

On this particular summers night, I was especially excited to see Paul. It was an important night for me because it would mark an inevitable change in our relationship. A change I hoped would be for the better. Paul had broken up with Amber a few days before. They had both agreed that since Amber and her family were moving out of town and that it was a few weeks before senior year ended and everyone branched off to college, there was no point trying to save their relationship. They had sex on Tuesday night before She left and I chose not to let it bother me since by the end of Friday evening I would have Paul all to myself, if things went according to plan. I opened the door coolly and let him in.

"You are staying for the weekend not for the night" I rolled my eyes referring to Paul's tiny back pack which I knew only had one change of clothes, a tooth brush, a towel and his gym clothes.

"I know silly, besides you have a whole clothing store up in your room" he retorted brushing past me and giving my mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I didn't mind him wearing my clothes. In fact I preferred it since his masculine scent would linger for days after he had worn my clothes. I had cried myself to sleep on several nights when he would leave my house to spend the night with Amber. All I would have to cling onto was his scent on my shirt. The strong smell of Tommy Hilfiger cologne and his faint but distinct natural smell sent jilts of longing straight from my heart to my groin.

"Supper will be ready in 10, boys!" My mother yelled from the door as we sped up the stairs to my room, Paul pinching my ass behind me in a playful way as we always did. I would scream and curse at him while laughing feverishly as I ran up to my room.
After supper we played a few games on the play station and drunk some vodka mixed with sprite. It didn't take much for Paul to get drunk, something about athletic people that makes them light weights. By the time we sat up on my bed watching a bad movie whose name I can't even remember, Paul had drunk his 6th glass and was passed out cold. I on the other hand was only tipsy and horny too.

I took the opportunity to take in the perfect Adonis god laying before me. Paul was wearing briefs and a tight vest. Sleeping on my bed with his legs touching the ground, his bulge stuck out and I could see that he was hung and cut. About 6inches limp, I imagined he would be quite huge when hard. I shuddered at the thought of his hard penis breaking me in. I moved my gaze up to his firm pecs and chest, the movement as he breathed in and out deeply held me in a trance. I leaned in and placed my head on his chest. His heart beat was unusually strong and loud.

I lifted my head a little and looked up at him. He had a lightly dusted stubble which looked good on him. He's jaw was square and pronounced, a lean nose and thin lips. He had strikingly perfect features and I frowned at his eyes which were closed. I loved his emerald green eyes which sometimes looked hazel under the light. I took a deep breath as I smelled his neck. He was intoxicating. I ventured down until I was by his crotch area. I took a deep breath and could not contain myself. My dick was aching as it struggled within the confines of my small underwear and pajama pants. I touched and traced the outline of his penis to which he seemed to respond. He shifted side ways and I froze. Still his eyes remained shut. His dick had grown slightly as it began to tent the front of his briefs. He snored

I decided to be brave. I took off my pants and gently went on top of him. I wanted to feel his dick on mine and so I slowly descended on him. It was surreal. I started gyrating my hips slowly felling our dicks grind against each other. I let out a soft morn and his dick was now undoubtedly fully hard. He opened his eyes.

"Wh...what are you doing" he asked in a groggy voice, still in a drunk stupor. "Ahh..." Was all I could mouth before he sat up and crushed his lips onto mine. We kissed passionately as I dug my fingers in his back. Straddling him as I did. He mourned in my mouth and in a flash turned me over so that he was on top. His strength was unbelievable and it made me weak. I felt powerless under the weight of his body as he began to vigorously grind his pelvis against mine. I couldn't take it.

"Paul please..." I whispered, whimpering like a child. I could have come there and then had he not stopped to take his briefs off.

"Oh god are we really doing this?" I asked as I saw him reach into the very back of my underwear drawer where I thought no one could find my lube and subtle things. He did not say anything. With a militant sense of urgency he oiled his massive dick which I could now appreciate was a good 9 inches. It wasn't the length or even the girth of the penis itself that struck fear in me. It was the unusually huge nobe head. As much as I wanted him, I did not know if I could take him.

Mechanically he jumped onto the bed with the lube still in hand. "Paul are you su..." I could not finish the sentence before he planted another breath taking kiss. His hand guiding me further up on the bed and ripping my tiny panties off. He reached down to my puckered hole with a well oiled finger and spread the lube around. I thought he would finger me but he removed his hand, replacing it with his cock.

He pressed against my anus. "Ah... Paul... No..." I tried to stop him through muffled words. He needed to warm me up first, I needed to be prepared. He ignored my pleas and slowly pushed in. I cried out in pain as his head invaded my ass. "OH GOD" I let out. "GOD MAN Please" I cried out.

"Relax" was all he could say in a cool and seductive voice. I had to remember how much I loved him, How much I had dreams of this moment before for so many nights. Now it was happening and all I wanted was for him to stop... I calmed myself down and started to push out as he pushed in. Plop, his head went in and my sphincter closed in on him as if to choke his dick. He stopped for a while before slowly pushing in. The pain was almost unbearable as I felt his entire penis slide inside me. I bit his lower lip a little too hard and drew blood. He just smiled slyly.

It was not long before I adjusted and got used to him than we were hungrily fucking each other to madness. Sweat dripping off our slick bodies and mixing between us. I was on cloud nine as Paul lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulder. He drove deep inside me and sent a wave of pleasure pulsating through my body. "I won't last" I thought as he dropped both my legs and rested squarely on top of me. He looked me directly in my face and told me to open my eyes which had been tightly closed the whole time. When I did. Our eyes met and he could see my watery eyes which revealed all my years of secret desire.

His eyes were limpid but piercing. He had a fierce but vacant look in them. It was strange because I had never looked at his eyes in such close proximity but they had less feeling or gentleness in them. It was as though he was angry fucking me or something. I came between us and threw my head back. He smirked at the fact that he had made me cum. He jizzed deep inside me with great intensity and he held me so tightly as he cum copiously before collapsing next to me.

We laid there silently...

"Paul?" I started after a while.
Nothing.
He was fast asleep...

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