Boy Toy Chronicles
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“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Want to milk me like a cow?” she asks jokingly.
I clasp my mouth around one nipple and pinch the other.
She leans back, welcoming me, whispering my name and grasping my nape.
Placing my arm around her waist, I pull her in closer and move to the other breast. She starts to grind against my cock, now throbbing in the confines my jeans.
She starts to thrust harder, faster. And in my head, I begin to sing the national anthem, all while mauling her tits. Luckily, she’s making noises that indicate she actually enjoys what I’m doing, and I’m glad because I don’t know that I’d be able to stop if she asks. Then she removes her hand from my neck and starts to slowly move it down my chest and to my stomach. Goosebumps prick my skin, the anticipation of her hand around my dick almost makes me come on the spot. Almost.
But she doesn’t go for my crotch. Instead, she shoves her hand down her panties and moans out in pleasure. I jerk back and grasp her hand. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting myself off.”
“Allie...” I look around the room like an idiot. “I’m right here. I can do that for you.”
“You just seemed to be having such a good time with my breasts that I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I attack her mouth with mine.
She’s always been so thoughtful.
When we break apart, I say, “I thought you might want to go slow. I mean, the situation’s not very romantic and I—”
“We can do romance later,” she cuts in, shaking her head and breathing heavily. “I don’t even know how or why we waited this long.”
I hesitate a second. But only a second. “Are you sure?”
She nods.
Roughly, I push her off my lap, causing her to fall backward and onto the floor. I mumble some form of apology as I rip off my shirt. Then I do the same with my jeans and boxers all in one swift move. Her gaze drops and zones in on North-West. With wide eyes, she whispers, “Your cock is magnificent, Tyler.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She strokes me a few times before I stop her, pick her up, and throw her on the bed.
I’d love to go through what happens next in detail, but to save myself from embarrassment, I won’t. What I will say is that she’s a screamer. Sometimes it’s just an inaudible yelp. Sometimes she curses, and sometimes, random words are thrown out there. She screams something about burritos while I go down on her. Oh. Then, when we actually have sex for the first time and she knows I’m getting close, she thinks she’s helping me out by singing the national anthem really fucking loud.
It does help.
Until her singing turns to moaning...
And the moaning gets so strong she can only convey a single word between pumps.
“Whose!”
Thrust.
“Broad!”
Thrust.
“Stripes!”
Thrust.
“And!”
Thrust.
“Bright!”
Thrust.
“Stars!”
That’s pretty much where it ended.
The first time anyway.
It’s quick, sloppy, desperate sex.
And it’s by far the best sex I’d ever had.
EPILOGUE
For Allie's sixteenth birthday, my parents took us both out for dinner at a restaurant by the ocean. I'm six months older than her so I'd already gotten my license. My parents surprised me by getting me a car. I was upset at first; I said they should've waited until after her dinner to give it to me so it didn't take away from her celebration. My parents just smiled and said that, really, the gift was for both of us considering she'd be in it just as much as I would. They left dinner before dessert and handed me the keys. Apparently they'd already driven my car to the restaurant parking lot and wanted to give us some time afterward to celebrate alone.
We ate the rest of our meal with goofy grins on our faces, talking about all the places we should go now that we had a mode of transportation. When we were done, I pulled out her chair, helped her with her coat, and took her hand. We left the restaurant and decided to go for a walk along the pier. She kept her hand on the crook of my elbow as we continued to talk. We'd moved on from the car-adventures and onto things about our future. Where we would go to college, where we would live after college, even the types of people we would marry and how many kids we would have. And all I remember thinking at the time was that she had to be there. No matter what choices we made, or where our lives would lead us, she had to be there in some way. And as I stand in front of her while she sits on the kitchen counter sipping her coffee—I couldn't have dreamed of a better future.
Slowly, the boys start to trickle into the room, going about making their breakfast. As they do, I find myself moving closer to Allie, so close I end up between her legs with my arms around her waist. I kiss her deeply as if I'm staking my claim. Which is exactly what I’m doing.
It’d been a month since Allie and I had started dating, if you could even call it that. She spends weekends at the house and I have Wednesday afternoon and Thursday mornings free so I spend the night with her at her dorm. We’re pretty much exactly the same as we were before—only now she lets me see her naked and I can openly ask her to have sex with me.
It’s kind of amazing.
“You're so pathetic,” she says, pushing me away and nodding at the boys as they come in.
“You’re welcome.”
“Want to milk me like a cow?” she asks jokingly.
I clasp my mouth around one nipple and pinch the other.
She leans back, welcoming me, whispering my name and grasping my nape.
Placing my arm around her waist, I pull her in closer and move to the other breast. She starts to grind against my cock, now throbbing in the confines my jeans.
She starts to thrust harder, faster. And in my head, I begin to sing the national anthem, all while mauling her tits. Luckily, she’s making noises that indicate she actually enjoys what I’m doing, and I’m glad because I don’t know that I’d be able to stop if she asks. Then she removes her hand from my neck and starts to slowly move it down my chest and to my stomach. Goosebumps prick my skin, the anticipation of her hand around my dick almost makes me come on the spot. Almost.
But she doesn’t go for my crotch. Instead, she shoves her hand down her panties and moans out in pleasure. I jerk back and grasp her hand. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Getting myself off.”
“Allie...” I look around the room like an idiot. “I’m right here. I can do that for you.”
“You just seemed to be having such a good time with my breasts that I didn’t want to disturb you.”
I attack her mouth with mine.
She’s always been so thoughtful.
When we break apart, I say, “I thought you might want to go slow. I mean, the situation’s not very romantic and I—”
“We can do romance later,” she cuts in, shaking her head and breathing heavily. “I don’t even know how or why we waited this long.”
I hesitate a second. But only a second. “Are you sure?”
She nods.
Roughly, I push her off my lap, causing her to fall backward and onto the floor. I mumble some form of apology as I rip off my shirt. Then I do the same with my jeans and boxers all in one swift move. Her gaze drops and zones in on North-West. With wide eyes, she whispers, “Your cock is magnificent, Tyler.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She strokes me a few times before I stop her, pick her up, and throw her on the bed.
I’d love to go through what happens next in detail, but to save myself from embarrassment, I won’t. What I will say is that she’s a screamer. Sometimes it’s just an inaudible yelp. Sometimes she curses, and sometimes, random words are thrown out there. She screams something about burritos while I go down on her. Oh. Then, when we actually have sex for the first time and she knows I’m getting close, she thinks she’s helping me out by singing the national anthem really fucking loud.
It does help.
Until her singing turns to moaning...
And the moaning gets so strong she can only convey a single word between pumps.
“Whose!”
Thrust.
“Broad!”
Thrust.
“Stripes!”
Thrust.
“And!”
Thrust.
“Bright!”
Thrust.
“Stars!”
That’s pretty much where it ended.
The first time anyway.
It’s quick, sloppy, desperate sex.
And it’s by far the best sex I’d ever had.
EPILOGUE
For Allie's sixteenth birthday, my parents took us both out for dinner at a restaurant by the ocean. I'm six months older than her so I'd already gotten my license. My parents surprised me by getting me a car. I was upset at first; I said they should've waited until after her dinner to give it to me so it didn't take away from her celebration. My parents just smiled and said that, really, the gift was for both of us considering she'd be in it just as much as I would. They left dinner before dessert and handed me the keys. Apparently they'd already driven my car to the restaurant parking lot and wanted to give us some time afterward to celebrate alone.
We ate the rest of our meal with goofy grins on our faces, talking about all the places we should go now that we had a mode of transportation. When we were done, I pulled out her chair, helped her with her coat, and took her hand. We left the restaurant and decided to go for a walk along the pier. She kept her hand on the crook of my elbow as we continued to talk. We'd moved on from the car-adventures and onto things about our future. Where we would go to college, where we would live after college, even the types of people we would marry and how many kids we would have. And all I remember thinking at the time was that she had to be there. No matter what choices we made, or where our lives would lead us, she had to be there in some way. And as I stand in front of her while she sits on the kitchen counter sipping her coffee—I couldn't have dreamed of a better future.
Slowly, the boys start to trickle into the room, going about making their breakfast. As they do, I find myself moving closer to Allie, so close I end up between her legs with my arms around her waist. I kiss her deeply as if I'm staking my claim. Which is exactly what I’m doing.
It’d been a month since Allie and I had started dating, if you could even call it that. She spends weekends at the house and I have Wednesday afternoon and Thursday mornings free so I spend the night with her at her dorm. We’re pretty much exactly the same as we were before—only now she lets me see her naked and I can openly ask her to have sex with me.
It’s kind of amazing.
“You're so pathetic,” she says, pushing me away and nodding at the boys as they come in.
