He pushed me against the wall, "Nathaniel, what are you doing?", I exhaled in a panicked breath. I don't know why, but for some reason I was scared he was going to hurt me.
He gave me a look of raw desire and leaned close to my ear, "Something I should have done sooner," he whispered.
I was even more worried now. It sounded like he wanted to hurt me; what happened next proved me wrong. He pulled away from my ear, but stayed in my face. Then, he kissed me. This wasn't some little peck; it was full on lips. He stopped and moved his head back, but he was still close enough that I could feel his hot, heavy breaths on my face, and smirked.
"W-what was tha-at for?", I managed to spill out. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it in my ears and I could feel it elsewhere too.
Looking at me with those gorgeous eyes, all he said was, "Because you're my friend."
Then he went for it again, but this time was no holds barred. As we kissed he stared getting more intense, more passionate. He finally parted my lips with his tongue and I was more than happy to let him in. Taking his time exploring, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned into me and I knew he could feel me swelling. I took his hand and started running it up my shirt and he got the message. His hands and his kiss and the feeling that was growing in my stomach just like what was growing in my pants, were all too difficult to deny.
I finally broke the kiss and said, "Oh shit, you're amazing." He looked down to see that I had stretch my jeans to the max and I realized he had too.
Kissing me one more time, he said, "I hope you're ready."
As we fumble with my belt, then my button, then my zipper, it dawned on me that this man had a girlfriend, that I should feel bad for what I'm doing, that maybe I should stop, but when my length popped out and his eyes widened, I decided I would save feeling bad for later. It was throbbing as he undid his own pants. Then I watched it as the whole thing sprang out, all nine inches of it. I gasped when I realized what exactly I was looking at, and he just chuckled.
After a bit of staring, he laughed, "Impressed? Good, but I hope you know what to do." All I could do was nod.
It was so big it tented his boxers and pulled the waistband off of him some. He grabbed my shoulder and slowly lowered me on to my knees, me all too willing. I started to slowly pull down his underwear and as I got the waistband past the head of his beautiful erection, it bounced straight up to attention. His eyes had burning desire in them, and I knew what he wanted. I grasped his shaft in my hand and slowly moved my tongue over the tip. He moaned with ecstasy, so I decided to put the tip in my mouth. That deed earned me another moan.
"Fuck!", he exclaimed, "More."
Balling my hair in his fist, he shoved my head over his giant piece causing me to gag profusely. When he pulled me off of him, I lowered my boxer-briefs and started stroking my seven inch. I started sucking him again, rubbing my tongue of the head of his monster and down the shaft. Every time I pumped my head back and forth he let out a moan that just brought me closer to climax.
"I'm almost there, Skylar," he let out in breathy mumbles, so I quit.
"What the hell?! Are you just going to leave me on the edge like this?", he bellowed at me as a walked down the hall.
"I want this, but I don't want just this," I said, holding back tears, "I want your heart in it too.
I love him and because of that, I am in pain. I know in the back of my head his heart will never be mine, so I walked away crying before he knew how hurt I was. And that is when the feeling bad set in.