Date: Tue, 4 Jun 2019 11:55:29 -0600
From: Rory Mathers <rorymathers2@gmail.com>
Subject: My Boyfriend's Best Friend Chapter 6

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6

DEAN - LAST NIGHT

It's so much fun fucking with Caleb. I don't think he even realizes how
easy he makes it for me, especially since Mason doesn't know about what's
going on between us. Caleb tries so hard to hide it, but he can't keep his
feelings for me aside. He wants me, and I'm gonna keep doing whatever I can
to make sure I'm his first.

I know Mason. He's not ready for sex at all, but he wants to be. If he
tries a few things with Caleb, it'll drive him insane. Mason's gonna
chicken out before things get too serious, and Caleb's gonna be left
wanting more, which is where I'll come in.

"You should keep trying to take it a bit further. I mean, just try the easy
stuff. I'm sure that'll be okay with Caleb." I tell Mason as we work on our
homework. He's supposed to go over to Caleb's later tonight, and I wanna
mess with him before he does.

"Really?"

"Yeah," I encourage him. "I mean, from what it seems, Caleb's into it. Just
'cause you don't have sex doesn't mean you can't have fun."

"I guess. I just don't want Caleb taking it the wrong way and think that
I'm ready to fuck."

'I'll fuck him for you,' I think to myself. This dumbass doesn't even
realize how good he has it.  Caleb's a fine piece of ass, and I can tell
he's eager to get fucked. I bet he'd be willing to do anything I
want. Anyone would be lucky to get a person like that, guy or girl.

"So don't. The kid'll understand even if he gets stuck with blue balls."

Mason rolls his eyes but laughs, "You gotta stop calling him that. You know
he hates it."

"That's why it's so much fun."

"And you wonder why he doesn't like you."

"Eh. Whatever. Either way, I think I'm really starting to grow on him."

"Yeah, I've noticed," he agrees, "I don't know where that came from."

It's killing me how much I wanna tell him.

"I'm just trying to get to know him better," I say, which is not really a
lie.

"Well whatever it is, it's working."

"Trust me. I'll keep it up."

We keep working for a few minutes, and I'm really just letting Mason do
most of the work while I copy. I know the material, but I'm just too lazy
to actually do the work on my own. Besides, it's not the first thing I've
taken from him.

"I think I'm gonna go over to Caleb's already," he says as he starts
gathering his things.

"I thought he told you to be there by 11."

"Yeah, but I'm tired of doing this shit, and I gotta pick up some stuff
from my house."

"Yeah right. You're just trying to get your dick sucked."

"Fuck off," he throws my notebook at me, which I dodge.

"Do you wanna ride?" I offer. Mainly because it gives me the chance to at
least run into Caleb.

"Nah. Don't worry about it. Buses are still going around at this time, and
I have my pass so I'm good. Plus, it gives me some time so I don't show up
too early."

I'm not surprised since Mason doesn't like to bother me for rides even
though I'm always offering.

"Alright man, I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget to wear a condom."

"Very funny," he says as he starts walking out, "I'll see you at school."

I end up finishing the homework I have left by myself. I was really hoping
to copy the rest off Mason. Regardless, I manage to finish it and start
messing around on my phone. I've been jacking off like crazy lately just
because of Caleb.

I've even started watching gay porn because of him. All it does is gives me
more ideas of what I want to do him. My main goal is still to fuck him, but
that'll come eventually. I can't keep jacking off though. It isn't enough.

I look at the time. It's almost 10:30. Maybe Mason isn't at Caleb's house
yet. I might have some time to talk to him. If Mason's there, I can just
make up some excuse. I don't even consider the potential consequences. My
fingers tap the video call button before I contemplate my decision.

It rings for almost a minute, and I'm starting to think he's just gonna
ignore my call before I hear the sound of it being answered. I'm greeted by
his face, and I can already my feel my cock stirring up.

"Hey sexy," I tell him.

He blushes. It's so easy to pull him in. It's pretty clear that Mason never
talks to him like this. I notice that his hair's damp, which makes me
realize he was just in the shower. I immediately picture water running down
his slim, tight body. I can see his ass coated in water and soap as he
cleans himself.

As I talk to him, it's all I can picture. I remember his soft, smooth skin
and his round, plump ass.  I wanna feel all of him until I've touched every
inch of his body and just reach through the screen to tear his clothes
off. Since that's not possible, he's gonna have to do it for me.

I tell him to strip for me. He doesn't even argue. He just does it, and I
love his submissiveness.  He's moves slowly at first, but then he sees me
staring intently at him. I already know I have him with just my look.

He pulls his shirt off, and I'm mesmerized by his body. His slim waist and
the way his briefs hang loosely around them drive me crazy. It's like
they're about to slip off, but they won't. It's the biggest tease ever. The
small amount of muscles on his arms and slightest hint of abs on his
stomach turn me on so much. The thought that I can drive another man to act
this way for me amazes me. It's hot as fuck.

I show him my cock. He practically drools over it. I've always been proud
of the size of my dick.  Ten inches and a big set of balls to match. Girls
go nuts for my cock, but it's rare that I get any attention for my balls,
which is frustrating. I'm sure Caleb would suck them good though. He seems
like he'd be such a good slut. I can't wait to test that theory.

Hearing him tell me how much he wants me and what he wants me to do to him
just fucks me up. I need more, so I tell him to get completely naked. He
complies, and I just wanna blow my load at the sight of him bending over to
take off his briefs. His ass is amazing as it is, and it perks up even more
when he bends down. I wanna throw him to the ground, arch his back, and go
to town on that hole until it's gaping wide after I stretch it out.

He stands still, and I admire his ass for a few seconds, but I question how
far I'd go with Caleb.  When he turns around, he's covering his cock and I
tell him to move his hands. He has a decent length, but I don't know how to
feel about it. I've jacked him off before, and I've enjoyed it.  Would I
suck it? I don't know. All I know is that it's a part of his body, and
every inch of him is just perfect. I want him to know that.

He starts to stroke himself. I know he's thinking about me. What I'd to him
if I was there. But I want to know for sure. I wanna hear him say it.

"Are you thinking of your boyfriend?" I ask him.

He immediately answers, "No. I'm thinking of you."

I'm so close to cumming. Hearing him say those words just does something to
me. When he shows me his ass again, all I can think about is the different
positions I want to fuck him in. I wanna see him stretch out that tight
hole, so I tell him to finger himself.

Like a good slut, he listens. A moan slips out of his mouth, and it's like
music to my ears. That's the sound I want to be hearing from him when I
fuck his virgin hole. His finger slips in and out slowly, and the sight of
his hole being stretched is so hot.

His moans make me stroke myself faster. I wanna drop my load and cum inside
him. I need to feel that virgin ass getting wrecked by my cock. He wants it
to. He slides another finger into his ass, and I tell him to go deeper. I
want him to feel pain. It's not even going to be close to what I'm gonna do
to him.

"Fuck me, Dean," he moans.

I'm so close to coming. I want him to see me blast my load for him, so he
knows what he does to me. Before I can, I hear a faint noise through the
phone. He bolts up and before I say anything, he hangs up the phone. I'm so
close, I don't even bother to stop stroking. I need my relief now.

I keep jacking off until I finally feel like I'm about to bust. I groan and
arch forward as strings of my cum spurt out of my body. They fall onto my
hard abs, and I wish I could see Caleb licking them clean.

I grab a shirt from the floor and wipe myself off. Despite getting my nut,
I'm kind of pissed that my call with Caleb ended so suddenly. I'm guessing
either his brother walked in or Mason showed up. I wonder whether he got
caught, but I guess I'll find out later.

I'm still thinking about his body. It's so fucking perfect, and I want
every inch of him. I can't keep jacking off. I don't think I've gone this
long without sex, and it's because I keep holding out for Caleb. I'm done
through. It's time for him to step it up.

My parents are gonna be out this weekend, so I know I'll have the house to
myself. I'm gonna make sure that my dick gets inside him somehow.

CALEB - PRESENT

I don't even know whether I should do this. Dean made it sound like I
didn't have a choice, but he doesn't control me. Yet, I can't seem to get
that point across whenever I'm with him. It's annoying. I just bend to his
will, but he's so good.

Dean knows all the things that get me riled up. I get why it's easy for
him. There's so much that Mason and I haven't done, and I'm desperate. Dean
has no shame in using that to take advantage of me.

"What's on your mind?" Mason asks me.

I'm curled up next to him on my bed while his arm is over is over my
shoulder.

"Nothing," I answer, "I'm just a little distracted."

Mason and I are watching a movie at my house right now. I haven't really
been able to pay attention since I'm still thinking about Dean. I hate
doing that when I'm with Mason, but I really can't help it.

"Why is something wrong?"

"I'm fine," I lie, "I just spaced out."

"Anything specific on your mind?"

It's already late in the afternoon, and Dean wanted me at his place later
tonight. I don't know how I'm supposed to go over when Mason is still
here. I don't want to send him away, but I really want to see Dean. After
that video call, I can't fight the image of him out of my head. More
specifically his dick. I'm not even sure what we'd do if I ended up at his
place. Dean's bored with just making out and jacking off. To be honest, I
am too, but I still don't know how far I'm willing to go.

"No. Sorry, I guess I'm just tired."

It should sound believable. Mason came over pretty early, and we've been at
my house, watching movies, all day. Normally, he spends his weekends with
Dean, but he chose to spend today with me. I really appreciate that he's
making an effort to be more committed to our relationship, but it's not the
best timing. Either way, I'm still bothered by what he said the other
night. I've been agonizing over whether or not he actually wants to be in a
relationship with me.

"Do you wanna take a break?" he asks before pausing the movie, "We can nap
or something."

Before I can respond, the door open and Dan walks in. Mason immediately
takes his arm off my shoulder. At this point, he thinks anything he does
can annoy Dan, which isn't entirely wrong. I didn't think he'd back until
later. He had a Saturday school thing and told me he was going to run a few
errands afterwards, but I thought he'd be back later.

He looks at us for a few seconds before I say, "Hey."

"Hey... What's going on?" he asks.

"Nothing," explains Mason, "We're just watching movies, Dan."

The faintest hint of a scowl appears on his face. I know it annoys him when
Mason calls him by his first name, but it's not like Dan can force Mason to
call him Mr. Moore outside of school. I think Mason knows that it bugs him,
and I partially think he does it on purpose.

"I thought I told you to tell me if you and Mason are gonna hang out," he
reminds me, talking as if Mason weren't here.

"Well, we're here at the house, so I didn't think I had to say anything."

Dan sighs and, before leaving, says, "Keep the door open."

We listen for Dan's footsteps before we know he's out of range. Mason sighs
a breath of relief.

"Holy fuck. Your brother hates me."

"I don't think he hates you. He's just really protective."

"Well why does he think he needs to protect you from me?"

"I mean, you do have a pretty bad record if we're being honest."

"What the hell does that mean?" he demands.

"I'm just saying you've been in a lot of fights. And since he's a teacher,
I'm pretty sure he has access to your record. Plus, he's broken up a few of
those fights."

"So? What does he think? That I beat you too?"

I don't respond because that's exactly what he thinks. Mason notices my
silence.

"What the fuck?" he whispers angrily, "Do you tell him that I hurt you?"

"Why would I tell him that? It's not even true."

"You better not be," he mumbles.

"I already told you I wouldn't. Why would I ever say that?"

"Because you always fucking overreact over everything."

I stand up from the bed, "Fuck you, Mason. Just get out."

He shakes his head. He doesn't even say anything as he grabs his stuff and
starts to walk out. I close my door before I think about going after
him. He gets so angry sometimes, and it just makes me mad too. I question
whether he's actually right.

The only thing I ever get on him about is over our relationship. I know
that I'm being a hypocrite by cheating with Dean, but I wouldn't do that if
Mason was more open about his feelings. Maybe I should be more patient, but
I can't help myself. I'm so desperate to feel wanted, and I don't feel that
so much when I'm with Mason. Even as we've started messing around a bit
more, I can't help but feel like it's... forced.

It never feels like that with Dean. He knows exactly what he's doing, and
he easily takes control.  I don't overthink anything because I know I can
trust him. A strong sense of lust overtakes me when I'm with him, and it
makes it easier to go along with what he wants me to do.

The door opens and Dan begins saying, "What did I say about-" but then he
notices that Mason isn't here anymore.

"He left," I say. I want to leave it at that, but I'm so frustrated. And
Dan was the reason we argued.

"I can't wait until you get a girlfriend, so I can fuck it up like your
fucking up my relationship," I snap at him.

"What have I told you about your language?" he points out.

"Whatever. You used to cuss around mom and dad all the time when we were
younger."

"Yeah, and they didn't like it, so I'm telling you now. Knock it off!"

"Why do you hate him so much? I don't get it. I care about him, and all I'm
asking is that you respect that."

"What do want me to do? Seriously Caleb, what is it that you expect me to
do? Just stop caring about you."

"Stop making all these passive aggressive comments when he's around and
treating him like crap."

He sits down next to me on the bed.

"I'm just looking out for you."

"Does this have to do with him being a guy? Is that what bothers you?"

"Don't even think that. You know that's not it."

"So, what is it? I just... I'm trying to understand why you can't even
tolerate him."

"Caleb. I care more about you. These last couple of months all I ever hear
from you is you obsessing over every time you make Mason upset. You're
replaying what you said to him or how you reacted. I don't like that he
makes you think that way. You shouldn't always blame yourself for
everything."

"He doesn't do that to me," I explain, "I just overthink things all the
time."

"Caleb..."

"Just leave me alone, Dan. I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

He starts walking out but stops at the door before saying, "I know you've
heard this more than enough times, but if there's anything that's bothering
you, you can tell me. Anything at all. I just want you to know that."

He closes the door behind him, and I fall back on my bed. I don't like
arguing with Dan. I guess he does have a point. I'm constantly worrying
about my relationship with Mason and feeling like things go wrong because
it's my fault. I think that's why it was so easy for me to fall for Dean in
the first place. He takes over everything, and we're not actually in a
relationship. There's so much less that I have to worry about when I'm with
him.

But Mason can be so sweet. We've been together since freshman year, and
things have been good until recently. I know he cares about me, and he's
extremely protective. Just because things are getting rough for us now
doesn't mean I should just find someone better. He just becomes so
difficult sometimes. Dan is right. I need to accept that things aren't
always my fault.

A thousand thoughts are lingering in my mind right now. I don't know what
to do anymore. I can't talk about this with anyone. I don't have anyone to
turn to. Except one person.

I grab my phone and call the first person that comes to mind. I don't even
think about it. The phone rings for a few seconds before he picks up.

"Hey baby," Dean says when he answers the phone, "I've been waiting all day
to hear from you."

"I know. I was... just waiting for the right time."

"What's up?" he says nonchalantly, like he never invited me over to his
place.

"I- I just- I wanted to know if... you still wanted me to come over later."

"Fuck yeah. My parents are gone already. It's just gonna be me and you."

"Good. I'll be there in a couple of hours."

"Don't keep me waiting too long. I've been saving up a big load for you."

I chuckle, "I can't wait."

"Me neither. Wear something nice and let me know when you're on your way."

I agree and hang up. I know I shouldn't go. I should just stay here and
completely cut things off with Dean. Things are remediable with Mason, but
I realize something. I shouldn't apologize. I didn't do anything
wrong. He's the one who got mad. He's the one with a temper, and he knows
it. I'm done stressing about this, and I'm gonna have fun tonight.

***

I sit in my car outside of Dean's house, a few minutes past midnight. I'm
building up the nerve to go inside and meet him. I already snuck out of the
house and made my way here. I just need to be able to walk up his driveway
and knock on his door. There's a deep pit in my stomach that's making me
nervous. The only time we had a night to ourselves was the first time. I
hadn't even seen another man's dick before, let alone touch one. That's why
Dean moved slowly. But we've fooled around a bit more. It's time to step it
up, and I can't be afraid.

I step out of my car and walk up to the house without pausing until I knock
on his door. Every step, I feel more free, and my eagerness begins to
emerge. I focus on my feelings for Dean when I was younger. I try to
remember how much I wanted him, and how sexy I thought he was.  The truth
is, I don't think those feelings ever left me. I just repressed them.

He opens the door, and I'm greeted by such a beautiful sight. He's wearing
a red dress shirt with rolled up sleeves that fit tightly around his large
biceps. The shirt's not buttoned up all the way, and I can see a hint of
his chest. He's wearing dark blue jeans that press tightly against his leg
muscles. I can smell cologne, and it's not too strong but still enough to
catch my attention.

I'm not as gussied up as him but still look pretty good. I'm wearing a
button-up shirt with short sleeves, khaki pants, and my boots.

Before I can say anything, Dean pulls me inside by my shirt and slams the
door. He pushes me against it before our lips collide. I inhale quickly
before he attacks my mouth with his violent and lustful kissing. With the
small amount of space behind me, he loops his arms around me and places his
arms on my lower back. Mine instinctively wrap across his upper back, and
our bodies come closer together.

His tongue easily slides into my mouth until it touches mine. His hands
grasp me more roughly, and my fingers caress the muscles on his upper
back. I feel them tense up and bulge as his arms tighten around me. His
cologne smells stronger now, and, combined with his own scent, it's
intoxicating. I want to smell him, to taste him, and to feel him. All of
him. His hands start sliding further down until they're roaming over my
ass.

I moan into his mouth, which emits a growl from his own. My hands start
traveling to his chest and move slowly down. Every inch of his body feels
rock hard and muscular. From his pecs to his abs, it's no secret that Dean
has a beautiful, chiseled body. I can't imagine the work he put into
getting it. All the blood running through his veins and sweat glistening on
his tanned, light brown skin.

Mason works out hard too, which is how he's gained his bulky body. I've
been there throughout his growth, and I've seen Dean's development too. But
I've never seen him workout up close.  I've never seen his muscles bulge as
he works them out or his clothes clinging tightly to his skin after a long,
sweaty workout. It's all I can imagine as I feel Dean up. He's worked so
hard to perfect his body. That effort deserves to be acknowledged.

My hands reach his waist. I cusp my hand and run it across the fabric
covering his abs. They're so defined that I can still feel each one through
his shirt. As my hands explores more of Dean's body, he pulls back slightly
and bites softly on my lower lip. He gives it a small tug before sucking on
it and resuming to kiss me. He gropes my ass and pulls me up, forcing me on
my toes. It catches me off guard so I stumble further into him, but I'm not
complaining. Instead, I bring my hand down to his crotch and grasp his
erection through his jeans.

His jeans are so tight, there's a clear bulge in them. It's easy to find
his cock and grab onto it. I slide it down slightly and extend my fingers
until they reach the gap in his legs where his balls are. I remember how
huge they were, and I can feel them as I'm touching his crotch.

He pulls away and laughs, "Well, someone's eager tonight."

"Maybe just a little," I admit shyly.

"Perfect. I need you to be that way."

He pulls me into a kiss for a few more seconds before telling me to follow
him. I trail behind him, expecting that we're headed to his room. However,
he stops in what seems like the kitchen.

"You wanna drink?" he asks.

"Sure."

He opens his fridge. At first, I think he's getting water, but he pulls out
a six-pack of beer. We've drank together a couple of times, but with Mason
of course. I can usually hold down my drinks, but it's been a while since
I've drank. The last time I did, it didn't go well. For several reasons.

"Aren't you parents going to notice that it's missing?" I try to discourage
him.

He laughs, "Relax. It's not theirs. I got it for us."

Of course. Someone like Dean is bound to have connections or even a fake ID
to get this.

"This is the brand you like. Right?"

I nod. I'm surprised he actually knows that.

"You don't have to drink if you don't want to," he offers.

"It's alright."

We walk upstairs to his room. The trip feels a lot shorter this time, and
suddenly we're in his room. My heart is pounding because I don't know where
this will lead, especially with drinking involved. Dean takes out two
bottles and hands one to me after taking the cap off. It feels cold against
my warm skin, and I immediately feel the condensation as droplets of water
begin to form. My grip tightens because I worry the bottle might slip out
of my hand from how wet it's getting.

I look over at Dean, who's already taking a chug from his own beer. I take
a sip now just so I won't overthink it later. Despite being my favorite
beer, I grimace slightly at the flavor. It's been a long time since I
drank. I only drink when I go to parties with Dean and Mason, but I haven't
gone with them in a while. I like the taste, so I'll get used to it.

"C'mon sit down," he says as he moves over to his large bed.

I follow. At first, I think we're going to sit on the edge, but he shuffles
to the middle. He's leaning against the bed frame, and the rest of his body
lays against the mattress. I scoot up next to him until our shoulders are
touching. He drapes his arm over me while holding the beer in his other
hand. There's so much warmth radiating off of him, and it makes me feel
cold. Like I need him more so that I won't freeze. I lean into him and take
another swig before turning to face him.

"So, you came," he points out. Stating the obvious.

"Well you were being pretty adamant," I remind him.

"I know, but I guess I figured you'd still make it hard for me," he raises
the bottle to his mouth and swallows the rest of his beer, "Hand me another
one."

The beers are next to me on a drawer beside his bed. As soon as I give it
to him, he twists the top of with ease and starts drinking.

"Are you actually gonna enjoy that beer, or are you just trying to get
drunk?"

"Trust me. It takes more than a couple of beers to get me drunk, but don't
feel bad just 'cause you have to take it a few sips at a time."

I raise my eyebrows. I may be a lightweight when it comes to hard liquor,
but I can totally handle this. I finish off the rest of my bottle in one
chug and let out a small cough once I'm done.

"Holy shit," he exclaims, "My bad. I guess you can drink with the big
boys."

I chuckle as I reach over for another bottle. I struggle a bit more to get
the cap off, so Dean helps out.

"So... what are we doing?" I question.

"We're drinking."

"I know, but what is this? I mean usually we just... get straight to it."

"Straight to what?" he teases.

"Stop playing dumb. You know what I mean. Why are we just sitting on your
bed right now?  Drinking? Are you trying to get me drunk or something?"

He laughs and takes another drink from his beer, "Let's be honest, Caleb. I
don't have to get you drunk to do what I want, and you know it."

I roll my eyes and scoff even though he's not entirely wrong. My
self-control goes to shit when I'm around him. Drinking would only quicken
the process.

"I just wanna start off a bit slow. I know you said we usually get straight
to the sexy stuff, and trust me, I can't wait 'til we get there. But I
wanna relax for a couple minutes."

We both drink and stay quiet for a couple of seconds before I say, "Tell me
something."

"What?"

"Have you really never been with a guy before?"

He smirks, "Not until you."

"So what? You just suddenly started liking guys out of nowhere."

"Well, you to be more specific," he clarifies.

"I don't get it. How does some hot straight guy, who sleeps with a
different girl each week, just suddenly feel an attraction to me?"

"Is that really what you think of me?"

"I've known you since middle school, Dean. It's not what I think. It's what
I know. Now answer my question."

"What question?"

"Why me? I don't get it. If you were really that curious about guys, you
could have found someone else, who's a lot more... experienced and
interesting than me. Maybe someone who wasn't dating your best friend."

He laughs, "You really need to stop getting caught up on that. Don't worry
about Mason."

I almost cringe at the sound of his name. Like by saying it, he'll suddenly
appear.

"And you shouldn't be so modest, Caleb. You're fucking hot."

I blush. He's so blunt about his thoughts, but it's not like I have a
problem with it.

"I mean it. Everything about you just turns me on. From your face," his
fingers graze their way across my face from my cheeks to my chin, "To that
perfect, tight ass."

"I don't even know what I'm doing half the time," I admit.

"I don't care. I love it, actually. You're so innocent but eager. I bet
your tight hole tightens up every time I touch you."

He places his hand on my inner thigh, causing my leg to flinch. He's not
entirely wrong. Anytime he touches me, I just lose control and want him
even more.

He leaves his hand on my thigh and begins to stroke it. "Alright, my turn."

"For what?" I ask.

"To ask some questions."

"What? We're not playing a game, Dean."

"I know we're not, but you got to ask me some questions. This has gotta be
fair. So, first question, why are still with Mason?"

"Seriously?"

"You guys haven't fucked for all the time you've been together, and you're
obviously ready for it.  So why stay with him?"

"Because..." I stammer, unsure of how I should answer, "I care about him,
and I wanna wait for him."

"So then why do you keep coming back to me?" he pushes.

"I don't know." I have no idea how I'm supposed to answer that.

His grip on my thigh tightens and he leans in, "Tell me the truth. I wanna
know."

I turn to look at him. His face is just a few inches from mine. There's no
kindness or sincerity on it. Only seductiveness and intent. However, it
still draws me in. It brings the truth out of me.

"I like how you make me feel," I mumble.

"What was that?" I'm sure he heard, but he wants me to admit it louder.

"I like how you make me feel," I say more clearly, "It's exciting and
new. I feel so wanted, and I can't get enough of you."

"So, you've never cheated before?"

A memory flashes in my mind, but I'm ashamed of it. It was completely
insignificant, and I don't even know if I can call it cheating. "No."

He smiles, "Liar."

"Just drop it," I insist, "Please."

"Fine but answer this then. Why don't you just break up with Mason?"

I stare at him in shock, "Why would I do that?"

"Do you actually love him?"

"Yes, I do."

"Caleb, you can do a lot better than him. Maybe even find a guy that has
the balls to fuck you. I doubt it'd even be that hard for you."

"Oh my god," I exasperate, "Do you not have any boundaries?"

"C'mon. At this point, there aren't any boundaries between us. So answer."

"I'm not gonna break up with Mason. We have a lot of good times
together. Despite what you think, there are other ways to have fun besides
sex."

"Anything that doesn't result in sex sounds pretty boring to me."

I roll my eyes, "Okay, that's enough for you. My turn."

"I thought this wasn't a game," he mocks.

"It's not. I'm just curious about some things."

"Shoot." He chugs the rest of his bottle and notions for another one.

I hand it to him and ask, "Have you ever been interested in any other guys
besides me?"

"I mean, I guess I notice guys' bodies more now, but I'm not really
interested in them like I am in you."

"Not even Mason?"

He almost spills his beer as he bursts out laughing. "Mason? Are you
fucking serious?"

"You can at least admit he's hot," I point out, "He has a great body. And
you guys have been friends for so long. Why not try things out with someone
you know well?"

"First of all, I'm pretty sure Mason's scared of his own cock. We'd get
nowhere. And besides, we're both too similar. He's a dominant guy and so am
I. Things wouldn't go well if we're both calling the shots."

I guess he makes sense. I always wondered, but either way, I can't imagine
Dean and Mason together sexually.

"Why do you ask? Fantasizing about a threesome?"

My face goes red. I remember that fantasy I had in the shower, which
changed between Dean and Mason doing things to me. I felt their bodies and
tongues against mine. It wasn't at the same time, but it was so close.

"No. I just always wondered."

"Alright, fair enough. Now, back to me, and I want a straight up answer,"
he emphasizes.

I finish off the rest of my beer and place it on the dresser before saying,
"What?"

"Who's hotter? Me or Mason?"

My eyes widen. Fuck. "I'm not answering that."

"Uh-uh. No bullshit. Tell me what you think."

I think about the two of them. Physically. Mason's got the bigger body and
physique. He's taller and has larger muscles. He has a nice, meaty ass that
comes as a result of his large body. His blue eyes easily suck me in, and
his lips are so full that I just want them on me all the time. He has soft
but masculine features that are so comforting.

But Dean's features are a lot sharper. His muscles are extremely cut and
easy to spot from a mile away. From his arms, to his abs, to his legs. He
has a nice ass too that's perked up from working out every muscle in his
body. He has a perfect jawline that I can glide my fingers across. His
green eyes bore into me like they're studying me. It's so hard to pull away
from his gaze. He uses his entire body to attract someone, and it's like
he's hypnotizing me.

"You," it slips out. I can't take it back.

"Good," he reaches over to place his bottle next to mine. I can smell his
cologne much more now, and despite not touching me, I can feel the warmth
from his body. Once he sits back, he turns my face to his and starts
kissing me.

I taste the beer on his breath. It's lost its bitter taste by mixing with
Dean's lips and tongue. I want more of it. More of him. I can't distinguish
between the two right now. He's breathing so hard as we kiss that the
alcohol on his breath feels a lot stronger. I'm so lost in this daze that
it feels like an eternity before our mouths pull apart.

"Fuck. Drinking makes me horny."

"You're always horny."

"Maybe it's time you help me do something about it."

I know I'm not drunk, but I feel relaxed. There's isn't any doubt in me
right now. It's a good feeling. I don't want to think about anything. I
want to act on my emotions.

"Tell me."

"Take your clothes off."

I get off the bed and start to take my clothes off. He watches while I
slowly unbutton my shirt and let it slide off my shoulders until it hits
the floor. Goosebumps form on my upper body from my nerves and the cool
feeling taking me over.

All the time I spent worrying about what to wear becomes irrelevant as each
article of clothing comes off my body. I take my socks and shoes off,
followed by my pants. The rate of my heartbeat quickens as I undress. I try
to not to look at him, but I know his eyes haven't left me once. Before I
know it, I'm standing in my briefs, which are a blue and white striped
pattern. I feel myself getting hard and notice a lump growing in Dean's own
pants.

"Take my clothes off now," he commands.

He stays lying in bed, and before I reach over and begin to take off his
shirt, I reconsider. I crawl onto the bed, and he begins to open his
mouth. Before he says anything, I straddle his lap. His crotch digs into my
ass, and he lifts his hips slightly to hump me. I react by pushing my ass
softly onto him. I raise my hands to the first button on his shirt.

I start unbuttoning it as he lays back with his arms behind his head. He's
biting his lip as my fingers fiddle with the material. I lean down and kiss
his neck, causing a moan to escape his lips. I leave enough space between
us so that I can still open his shirt. One of his hands begins to stroke
the back of my head. He guides it to the other side of his neck, which has
been completely covered by my mouth by the time I finish unbuttoning his
shirt.

I pull both sides of them open to see more of his body. His pecs are rising
softly while his abs contract. My hands run down his muscles and soon my
mouth follows their direction. My lips graze his hard, muscular skin, and
my tongue even makes small strokes as I worship his body.  There's a slight
salty taste, but I like it.

My eyes are closed, but I can feel the crevice between his large pecs along
with the light amount of hair that covers his chest. My tongue flicks
upward before it encircles his left nipple.  He stifles a groan, and I run
my tongue across it before sucking on it. His hand grabs a fistful of my
hair, which he pulls on slightly so that my mouth won't move. He waits a
few seconds before moving me to his right nipple, and my mouth repeats the
same process.

I reach his abs. I lick the crevice between each one until I'm sure they're
shining. My lips touch every one of his abs and the area around them. He's
breathing loudly, and his moans encourage me to continue pleasing him.

My mouth keeps moving downward, and I know I won't stop. I don't want
to. My mouth reaches the fabric of his jeans. Until today, my mouth has
never touched anything below his lower body.  However, I'm still feeling
that recklessness, which corrupts my decisions. I scoot further down and
bury face into his crotch. My mouth tries to feel his cock through his
jeans, and I lick his pants. There's too much covering his cock, and I'm
desperate for more access.

I kneel and tug on his belt. My fingers shake, but I manage to unbuckle
it. He lifts his body so that I can pull it from underneath him. I go for
his pants next and immediately unbutton them before pulling down his
zipper. A lump starts to rise from the opening, and my hands shake their
way to the waistband of his pants. I pull them back until I have to stand
up from the bed and tug them off of his legs. They're so tight, but it's
mostly because of all the muscle in his legs and ass. When they drop to the
ground, I look up at him. His red shirt is hanging open. His legs are
spread apart with tube socks running halfway up to his knees, and the tight
pair of black briefs looking like they're about to rip. I can clearly see
the bulge and outline of his dick.

I look up at him, and it's like he's instructing me what to do with his
eyes. I crawl back in between his legs and lower my face towards his
junk. I inhale deeply, and even though he clearly cleaned himself up
earlier, there's a potent smell that I consume. It's not gross, but it's
overwhelming and a sign of his manhood. There's so much testosterone
pouring off his body.

"Fuck," he breathes when I place my mouth on the fabric covering his
balls. I start from the bottom and lick and suck on his briefs. I dampen
the cloth as I move my mouth up over the length of his dick. It takes a
minute before I can reach what has to be the head. His cock is already huge
as it is, but the head is big and much thicker than the rest of his cock. I
kiss it through the cotton and suck on it. I feel my hunger growing

Suddenly, Deans grabs my chin and tilts it up as he leans forward. His
tongue splits my lips open and slides into my mouth. His hand moves to the
back of my neck, and I feel him squeezing the area. I moan, and he bites on
my lower lip before tugging back and licking his tongue across my lips.

He stares straight into my eyes and whispers, "That's enough foreplay. Suck
my cock."

He lays back down, and my face is thrust into his crotch. It's time. I
breathe in deeply. My fingers hook the waistband of his underwear and
slowly pull them down. I can see the thick base of his cock begin to
appear. He's recently shaved, which surprises me. It's not like hairiness
would have bothered me, but I'm sure with girls he does a lot more
maintenance, which he's probably grown used to.

It's incredible how slow time passes as I peel his tight briefs off. Maybe
it just feels long because his dick is huge, causing me to take more time
as I uncover it. His dick is rock hard and jutting upwards strongly, so I
have to put in extra effort to take them off. Once the fabric slides over
the head, his entire cock flicks up harshly and almost smacks me in the
face.

After bouncing up and down for a few seconds, his dick points straight at
me, like it's waiting to be taken into my mouth. It is. I drool onto his
cock and rub the saliva across his length. It's warm, and I can feel the
veins across every inch pulsating with horniness. I look up at Dean, and I
can tell he's getting impatient. It's now or never.

I lean down and lick the drops of precum dripping out of his cock. That
immediately elicits a moan from his mouth. All I can taste is the liquid,
so I'm still not sure what to expect. Each drop dissolves in my mouth, and
I begin to roll my tongue around the head of his cock.

His breathing gets louder, but he's calm. He's probably had enough blowjobs
that this is a feeling he's used to. But this is the first time he's had a
guy suck his dick.

My mouth lowers, and I feel his cock hit the roof of mouth so I have to
wrap it around his dick now. I don't really notice a distinctive taste,
except for a bit of saltiness. However, that doesn't stop me tasting more
of his cock. Only my eagerness to please him keeps me going.

I go down an inch further and roll my tongue around his length to the best
of my ability. As his dick travels deeper into my mouth, my tongue rotates
around it and flicks up, down, and across every part I can touch. I can
feel small bumps on my tongue, which must be veins, and he raises his lower
body slightly to push his cock further in. I'm not even at the halfway
point when I gag. Saliva pools in my mouth from the reflex, and my eyes
begin to tear up. I slowly pull my mouth up.

The head of his cock is covered in my spit. It's shining, and a white ring
of saliva, where my mouth stopped, drips down his dick. I bite my lips and
rub my tongue on the roof of my mouth.  Just the faint taste of his cock
keeps me from second guessing, and I go back for more. I'm quicker this
time. My mouth wraps around the head and slides down. My tongue wiggles and
swirls around his penis like an oversized candy. It's the sweetest one I've
tasted.

Before I can choke again, my hand wraps around the base of his cock and
strokes it. The saliva that's dripping out of my mouth helps my hand to
move more smoothly. My mouth moves back up, and I take in a deep breath
before taking his dick back into my mouth.

I try to move a bit more vigorously. My mouth follows the motion of my
hand, so that they're bobbing up and down at the same rate. My mouth covers
the first few inches of his cock, while my hand covers the rest. My spit is
soon coating his entire cock, and I'm slurping hungrily on his meat. I moan
and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I feel like a mindless being as I
continue this rhythm of sucking his dick. All I want is to suck and taste
his cock.

"Fuck babe," he groans as his hand slithers around the back of my neck,
"Keep going."

I feel a slight shove and reach the same point I did last time before
gagging. This time I keep myself from doing so and try to pull back up, but
Dean's hand keeps me in place. Suddenly, I feel another push and his dick
starts to brush my throat. I cough, which makes my hand slide off his cock
and lean on the bed to maintain balance. However, it also causes me to tilt
further down, and his dick jabs the back my throat.

A mixture of gagging and coughing erupts from my mouth. It combines into a
sputtering noise that's muffled from having his dick lodged in my mouth. I
muster enough strength to pull of his cock and start gasping for air. Lines
of spit are connected between my mouth and his cock, but they break apart
and dribble down my chin. I don't even bother to wipe it off since I'm so
desperate for breath right now.

Dean's hand pushes me back down, and my mouth instinctively opens. I try to
take it at my own pace, but Dean continues to push my head down. I stop
when I feel it hitting my throat, and I gag on his meat again. I remain in
that position since Dean can't push me hard enough to keep moving. Instead,
he pulls me back up by the hair. Before his cock slides out of my mouth, he
pushes me back down to the same position. My tongue slides up and down in
the same motion.  I suck on his dick with more force, and my mouth tightens
around it. He repeats the process a few more times, and each time, I feel
him pulling harder on my hair so he can get back to pushing down again. I
gag each time my mouth reaches its stopping point, and my body
convulses. Dean clearly loves seeing that happen to me.

"Go faster," he instructs.

His hands slam my face down a bit further, and I let out another cough. He
finally lets go, but I've accustomed to our rhythm so I slide back up. I
follow the same movement that he was forcing me to follow and try my best
not to slow down. It's hard for me to take his entire cock, so I'm only
able to suck a few inches. My hand covers what my mouth can't, but I keep
gagging from trying to take in as much as I can.

His dick is wet with my saliva, and my hands and the area around my mouth
start getting coated as well. I moan while still having his dick lodged in
my throat, and Dean runs his hands softly through my hair. He lets out loud
breaths and groans occasionally, which fuels my lust.

My mouth slides off his cock, and I lower my face so I can look up at
it. It's so big, and I wonder whether I'll ever be able to fit it all in my
mouth. Dean grabs his cock and flicks it up before using it to slap me in
the face. It smacks me with a wet plop and drops of saliva splatter onto my
face.  He raises his dick one more time and smacks it on me again. He rolls
his dick across my face. It gets wet and sticky, but I don't even care. I
love the feeling. I lick my lips to taste the mix of saliva and precum.

"Mmm, such a good boy," he says in a sultry voice, "Look up at me."

My focus moves from his dick to his eyes. He directs his cock back into my
mouth, "Make me cum."

I keep bobbing up and down his cock and stroke the part that I can't reach
with my hands. I move much more quickly and tighten my grip on his cock. I
can tell he likes hearing me gag on his cock, so I try to take more of it
in. I don't get much further than before, but I do choke. He bites his lips
when he sees a tear form in the corner of my eye. They're watery, and when
I blink, a few tears stroll down my cheek.

"Fuck," he groans, and he pulls my head back until my mouth is off his
cock.

He grabs his dick and strokes it quickly. I look at the head pulsing, and
before I can do anything, ropes of cum shoot at my face. His dick spasms,
and his semen flies everywhere. Spurts of cum land on my cheek, my hair, my
lips, my forehead. It's so much. My face was already covered in spit, but I
can feel the warmth of his cum covering certain parts. It feels like a full
minute before the last couple of drops roll down his cock. He lets out a
final groan, and I lick the cum that's on his cock to clean it up.

I look around to find something to wipe my face with. I put one foot on the
ground. Suddenly, Dean grabs me and throws me on my back. I bounce on the
bed, and my head hits the mattress with a strong force. It dizzies me, and
I can't sit up.

Dean gets on top of me, "We're not done yet."

Two of his fingers slip into my mouth, and I suck on them hungrily. He
pushes them far into my mouth to the point that I'm gagging. They're
nowhere near as thick as his cock, but the pressure from his hand is
causing me to choke. However, I want my spit covering as much of his
fingers as possible because I know what he's going to do next.

His fingers plop out of my mouth, and with his free hand, Dean grabs the
hem of my briefs and yanks them down. It's such a harsh pull that I think
they'll tear, but they reach my knees in one piece.

He flips me onto my stomach and slaps my ass hard. I yelp in response, and
my body jumps forward. He pins me down by straddling the back of my legs
before massaging the part of my ass that he smacked. He rubs it gently
before tugging and pawing at my flesh. Soon he's spreading my ass open, and
I can feel the spit from my mouth that's still on his fingers rubbing onto
me.

"Such a perfect ass," he groans.

I feel a wetness sliding into my hole. At first I think that it's Dean's
fingers, but he's still spreading my hole open. I realize it must be his
spit, and something about knowing that makes it so hot. I feel his finger
poking at the entrance to my ass, and I moan softly. He leans over until
his body is hovering over me. His head is above mine, and I feel his warm
breath on the back of my neck.

I can feel more of his weight as he lowers his body onto me, "I wanna fuck
you so bad, Caleb."

I don't know how to respond. I'm not ready for that even though I want
it. Then I think of Mason.  He should be my first, but I've already crossed
so many lines. I keep telling myself that I have control, but how far am I
willing to go?

Suddenly, Dean's fingers slide inside me. It's only two of them, but I can
feel them stretching me out.

"Oh fuck, Dean," I moan as he makes his way further inside me.

"That's it, baby, say my name," he whispers into my ear. He bites on my ear
playfully.

"Dean," I say again.

He pushes his hand forward with full force, and I groan as his knuckles
slam into my ass. His fingers curl inside me, and I bite my lip trying not
to whimper. He pulls his fingers out until his tips are grazing my
sphincter before slamming them back in. I let out a small grunt as he
repeats the process of finger fucking me. He raises his body, and I can
feel his head adjusting above me.

"Mmm, I love the way your ass shakes." He spanks me again with his free
hand. I bite my lips, and his fingers start pummeling inside me quicker and
harder. My eyes roll back. There's a mixture of pain and pleasure, and even
though it hurts, I need more.

I gasp deep breaths of air to keep myself from screaming in lust, "Oh my
god, don't stop."

After another minute of his finger fucking, he slides out of me. I whimper
from the absence until I feel his fingers scooping up cum that's smeared on
my face. Once he has enough, his fingers slide into my ass. The cum has
cooled down, and my body shivers from the strange sensation.  However, I'm
turned on by the idea of having his cum inside me.

"I bet you can't wait 'til I nut a fresh load inside you."

I moan in agreement. Dean pulls his fingers out of me and grabs onto my
hips before flipping me on my back.

"Jack yourself off," he commands as his fingers slip into me again.

I oblige and once his fingers are buried deep inside me, he leans over to
make out.

"Fuck. You're so tight," he moans into my mouth.

I moan in agreement. I can feel the pain from my hole being stretched out,
but it's amazing. It's so hard to believe this is happening. Dean's
fingering me and his lips are on mine. He won't stop telling me all the
things that he likes about me. He won't stop saying how much he wants me. I
didn't realize how much I needed that from another man.

That's what Dean is. A man. He knows how to please me. He knows exactly
what he wants, and he's not afraid to go after it. I desperately want to
give in to whatever he wants. These thoughts would normally scare me, but
right now my sexual senses are in overdrive. My hand tightens its grip
around my cock, and I start cumming.

I let out a deep groan as Dean bites on lower lip. This feels perfect.

***

I can't stop kissing him. After he made me cum, Dean and I talked for a
while, but we quickly got back to fooling around. He wouldn't keep his
hands off me, and his touch easily makes me bend to his will. Either way,
it's not like I don't want to. I love this exploring. I love pleasing him.

His body rubs so eagerly against mine, and I can feel his hard cock
throbbing against my leg.  Even though I had a hard time sucking him off, I
already want to do it again. But right now, my lips are preoccupied with
his. He's on top of me, holding me in place. My arms loop around his back
and I hold him closer.

His mouth quickly moves across my face. From my lips to my ears to my
neck. I bite my lips as he kisses my neck softly and traces his tongue
across it. I'm lost in the sensation until a familiar pain pulls me out of
it. His teeth graze my skin until they start pushing harder against it.

"Dean, no!" I exclaim as I shove him off me.

He chuckles, "What the fuck was that?"

"I already told you not to do that." I sit up and feel the part of my neck
where he started to bite me. I don't think he bit me hard enough to leave
any marks.

He sits up and starts rubbing my neck gently "Do what?"

He kisses my neck softly. I start feeling more relaxed, but I know he's
trying to pull the focus away from what he did. He doesn't even sound
clueless, and the look on his face lets me know that he knew exactly what
he was doing.

I stand up from the bed and walk towards my clothes. "You can't leave any
marks on me.  Mason might see them."

He exasperates and rolls his eyes before laying back down. "Calm down,
Caleb. I wasn't gonna bite you that hard."

"So then you knew what you were doing?"

"What?" he acts confused.

"I swear to God you're a psychopath."

"Why do you say that?"

"Do you even realize how manipulative you are?"

"Manipulative? That's kind of dramatic."

"Do you even realize how you are? You gave me hickeys. You're always
dropping these hints about us around Mason, and you put me in these
situations that could get us in trouble."

"I thought you liked that."

"You get off of fucking with my head and messing with Mason. How can you
honestly think I like that? It's annoying."

"Stop pretending Caleb," he asserts as he walks over and towers over me,
"You like the dominance. You like having someone tell you what to do and
how to do it. Isn't that why you came here to tonight and gave me exactly
what I wanted?"

He puts his hand on my cheek and brushes his thumb across my mouth. I push
it away.

"I'm not just some fuck toy for you to use whenever you're horny."

"C'mon babe. Don't be like that. You know you're more to me than just
that."

He pulls my body towards him, and I breath his scent in. His body feels so
warm, and he smells so good. His words hit me just right, but the doubt
lingers in the back of my mind. He's manipulating me. It's what he
does. Every time I get mad, he pulls something like this.

"I'm going home."

"What the fuck? It's like three in the morning."

"I don't care," I say as I put my clothes on, "I can't be here."

I quickly put on my clothes before he can gather himself. I don't think he
thought I was serious until I reach for my shoes.

"C'mon," he grabs my arm as I begin to put them on. I immediately shake him
off.

"I have a choice in what we do, and I can stop whenever I want."

He laughs and stands me up to face him, "You really think you can resist
me?"

I stare up at his toned, muscled body. He's sexy enough with clothes, and
right now, standing naked in front of me, he knows how amazing he looks.

He pushes me against his dresser until I feel his legs pressing against my
crotch. I lean forward into his body, and he does the same before saying in
a low tone, "Now take off these clothes, and get in bed."

I softly flip us around so that he's on the dresser and I'm in front him. I
grab ahold of his dick and squeeze it, causing him to moan. I kiss his
upper chest and neck, and I hear a sigh of relief. He thinks he has me. His
hands slide down my back until they reach my ass. He gropes it roughly.

My lips move across his neck and jawline before reaching his ear. He has
quick breaths as I plant small kisses across his skin. I stop and tug on
his earlobe before whispering the word, "No."

His face pulls away and turns to look at me. Before he can say anything, I
let go of his dick and yank his hands off me. I grab my other shoe before
storming out of his room.

***

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. My hand darts out from under
the cover to ignore the call, but it starts ringing again just a few
seconds later. I groan and shuffle around to uncover myself. The first
thing I notice as I groggily move around is that there's broad daylight
outside. I don't normally stay in late, but I didn't get home until about
3:30. On top of that, I stayed up thinking about Dean. My obsession for him
follows me everywhere and even makes it painful for me to sleep because I
know I'll dream of him.

However, those thoughts are quickly cast aside when I lift my phone to my
face. It's Mason. I suddenly remember our last argument and how upset we
were with each other. I contemplate whether I should answer, but I know
that I shouldn't be petty right now. I need to remember how much I care for
him.

"Mason," I say when I answer the phone.

"Hey," he replies, "Thanks for answering."

"Of course. I'm really happy you called."

"Really?" he questions.

I assure him, "I'm sorry about yesterday. Things really got out of hand."

"I know. And that's mostly my fault. I honestly feel horrible."

"Me too."

But where is my guilt coming from? From our argument? Or from what I did
with Dean.

"Are you home right now?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Can you let me in? I was gonna ring the doorbell, but I didn't want your
brother to answer."

"Yeah, I'll be right there."

I feel so relieved that I didn't stay at Dean's house now. I don't know
what I could've told Mason had I not been in the house. However, I don't
need to worry about that. I'm here, and so is my boyfriend. I just need to
focus on us.

I open the door to see Mason. A smile immediately appears on his face,
"Hey."

I hug him, and it's not one of our normal hugs. I embrace him and wish that
we could just stay like this. That people like my brother and Dean weren't
around to make things hard for us.  Mason wraps his arms around me and
pulls my body in closer. I breathe in his scent and it's so good. It
lingers in my senses. I finally give him a quick kiss before letting him
inside. We walk over to my room.

"Is your brother here?" he asks as we sit on my bed.

"Yeah, but I'm sure he's still asleep."

"Alright," he responds.

We both remained quiet. I don't know what else to add. I just want to know
where his head is at.

"Mason, I need to know something."

He sighs, "What's up?"

One of us had to start this conversation despite knowing it was not going
to be a pleasant one.

"Why did it bother you so much that Dan thought you hit me?"

"Because it's not true," he snaps.

I'm taken aback by his suddenness, but he notices my reaction and settles
down.

"I mean, if I'm being honest, it pisses me off that people see me that
way."

"What way?"

"Like I'm some violent person that just goes around looking for someone to
beat the crap out of.  I know that I get in a lot of fights, but that's not
who I am."

I guess I never thought of it that way. Mason had a reputation for being a
combative person.  Whether it be through fighting with students or arguing
with his teachers, people knew how easy it was for him to snap, but I never
focused on that.

"I don't see you that way at all, Mason," I point out.

"I know you don't," he admits, "That's why I love you."

He mumbled the last part, but it was still loud enough for me to hear
him. I'm kind of shocked.  He's usually not that honest with his
feelings. He'll tell me he loves me, but the affection tends to stop there.

"I love you too, Mason."

He cups my face in his hand, "I mean it though, Caleb. You don't deserve to
see that side of me, but even when you do, you ignore it."

"Because you're more than that. I know it and you should too."

"Thanks babe."

He draws me in for a kiss. It's a soft collision at first. I can only feel
his soft lips as they rub against mine. His tongue carefully slips in
between my lips, and it swirls around my tongue as he kisses me
gently. Then I feel his hand rise to my cheek again, and I bring mine up to
intertwine with it. His hand is as soft as his lips. I don't want to let it
go. Just like I don't want my mouth to leave his.

Eventually our lips part, but I can still taste him on my mouth. I don't
want him to leave, but I know Dan is going to keep interrupting us once
he's awake.

"Let's go out," I suggest, "I don't wanna be in here all day."

"Yeah, sure. You wanna go to the movies?"

"That'd be fun."

After I get ready, we head out. I drive us to the movies, and I text Dan
about my plans beforehand just so he won't freak out. I find myself feeling
less guilty about Dean, which is strange. Usually when I'm with Mason, I
can't stop thinking about how bad I feel for what I'm doing behind his
back. Right now, it's not bothering me as much. I don't know how long it'll
last.

When we get to the theater, we go to one of the machines to buy our
tickets. I'm about to pay for them, but Mason swipes his card before I can
even take mine out.

"Mason, I was gonna pay." I don't like it when he spends money on us since
his dad gives him so little.

"It's alright babe. I have enough. Besides, I might start making some money
soon."

"What do you mean?"

"I forgot to tell you yesterday, but remember those job applications I put
in a few weeks ago?"

I nod.

"I actually have an interview tomorrow. After school."

I smile and hug him. "That's awesome. Hopefully it goes well."

"I know, but let's head inside. I'll tell you more about it."

We both spend the rest of the day together. After the movie, we head over
to the park. Mason's really excited and nervous about his interview. I
reassure him he'll do great, which I'm sure he will. Dan only checks up on
me once to ask when I'll be back home. I'm surprised he didn't go out
looking for me or called me nonstop. I guess he felt bad after yesterday.

Dean calls me a few times, but I send all his calls to voicemail. I'm so
far gone with him now. I can't ever tell Mason. At this point, what we've
done isn't a mistake. If I come clean to Mason, there's no way he'll
forgive me. I can't even lie to myself about not going back to Dean. It's
just a matter of when we'll be alone together again.

On Monday, things are just as normal. I make sure I'm not alone with Dean
at all, and I barely look at him. I sit next to Mason at all times. Dean
seems to get frustrated, but Mason doesn't pick up on it. Before French
class, I lie to my teacher that I have a really bad headache just so I can
go to the nurse's office. I've had her for three years and have never asked
to go before, so she believes me.

I don't know why I'm working so hard to avoid Dean. We've messed around
before, and I obviously can't keep avoiding him. But I want to prove that I
can distance myself from him and that he doesn't have complete control over
me. However, it feels like I'm putting so much effort into this. I can't
ignore him for long.

After my last class, I take Mason to his interview. He insisted that he
could get there on his own, but I didn't let him. I wish him luck and tell
him to call me afterwards so I could pick him up. I don't know how long his
interview is going to be, so I head home until then.

I walk inside my room and see a figure laying on my bed. I flinch and
almost trip back before realizing it's Dean.

"How the fuck did you get in my house?" I yell at him.

"Your window's pretty easy to open."

"What if Dan was home, or what if Mason had come home with me?"

"I knew your brother was staying for tutoring, and Mason told me about his
interview earlier."

"Get out. I don't want you here."

"I don't believe that. Besides, we have a lot to talk about."

"What?" I exasperate.

"You're ignoring me," he points out, "I don't like it."

"Okay, well too bad. Deal with it."

He chuckles and shakes his head, "You know, you keep saying that I'm the
one that's playing around but look at what you're doing."

"What am I doing?" I snap.

"One minute you're at my house, on your knees, sucking my cock. The next
you're off with Mason, running around like you're the most loyal boyfriend
in the world."

"What's it to you either way? If you're so into me, why do you need to
cause this much trouble?"

"Because it's fun. It's not like I'm actually gonna get us caught. But
doing stuff with you excites the hell out of me. This shit isn't just new
to you. And knowing you're supposed to be in love with Mason just makes it
even better."

"I am in love with him."

"Right," he retorts.

"Is Mason even your best friend? Do you even care what you're doing to
him?"

"Grow up, Caleb. I don't care about all this best friend bullshit. I care
about what I want, and that's you."

I'm standing face to face with him again. He grabs onto my hips and pulls
me forward harshly until I stumble into him.

"You're right. Maybe there'll be times when you can stop and tell me
no. But we both know that eventually you'll cave in and come back."

He leans closer until his mouth is right up against my ear, "I can already
tell this is one of those moments."

Even though I'm in his embrace, his kiss takes me by surprise. My first
instinct is to pull away, but his arms are wrapped so tightly around me, I
can't even shuffle. I can't move myself. I kiss him back and my arms drape
over his shoulders and cling to him. I hear a low growl in his voice as his
kiss grows rougher.

His arms begin to loosen up, and I feel his mouth breathing hot air against
my ear. I breathe in deeply to take in his scent, and my body almost goes
limp.

"Now. If you're done being a tease, get on your knees and suck my fucking
cock."

He kisses my neck, and I whimper in agreement. He places pressure on my
shoulders, and my legs were already feeling so weak that I fall to my
knees. My face collides with his crotch. I look up at him, and he staring
down intently. From where I am, he looks so strong and authoritative.  I'm
realize how much I do enjoy being in a submissive position.

"Get to it."

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