Recreational Love

Prologue- Michael “I dare you to kiss me like that again.” Spencer melted against my chest, his breathing ragged. He shook against me and I laced my fingers through his wavy blond hair. I pulled his head back then peered into his emerald green eyes and felt my heart thump faster. He laced his fingers around my neck and pulled my face to his. But instead of placing his full lips on mine, he glanced off them, landing on my cheek. “Are you sure you can handle it?” He murmured, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. Spencer’s tongue flicked my ear lobe then attached below it on my neck. “Oh baby, what are you doing to me?” I gasped, unprepared for the onslaught of sensation as he worked his mouth from my ear to the top of my shoulder and back again. My arms wrapped around his slim frame tighter, pushing my length against his hip. Whenever I saw him I’d get hard. It was difficult during our last year of high school. We had almost every class together, and I’d see him in the hallway and know what we’d be doing after the last bell rang. I wanted to take him, pressed against the lockers in front of everyone. My c**k was on constant alert, and I’d place my books or backpack in front of me hoping no one would figure out my filthy mind was focused on Spencer. His eyes shone in my direction when he thought no one noticed. More than once he’d grabbed his d**k and given me a saucy smile. Now that we’d graduated, we were making the most of the time we had left. His insistent hands and mouth demanded my attention. “Hopefully turning you on. Making you hot. I want to feel you inside me, on top of me, all around me.” Spencer breathed, then pushed his c**k against mine as if trying to bust it through the fabric of his shorts. My eyes snapped shut. Stars flashed behind my closed eyelids as the pressure of his d**k against mine electrified the lower half of my body. If I didn’t get his clothes off soon and take him my c**k would explode. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back, unable to handle… I didn’t know what... the explosions taking place in my body? All I knew was I wanted him, wanted to take what he’d offered for the last few weeks now, his ass. I opened my eyes and he leered, knowing what he’d accomplished with just a touch of his lips and hands. Spencer straddled me, his ass pushing down on my c**k. I held his hips as he lifted his t-shirt over his head. He gazed in my eyes, biting his lower lip. Finally, he bent at the waist and gave me the kiss I’d dared him to. Spencer’s hands folded around my neck and his body smoothed down against mine. I dragged my fingers all over the skin of his back, touching and feeling the flesh I’d come to know as well as my own. “If you don’t f**k me now, your parents will come home and we’ll lose the chance.” Spencer muttered, his eyes glazed with that wild look I’d come to recognize. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand. s**t, he was right. Dad would be home from work soon, and Mom was due back too. Spencer bit his lower lip and moved his hips again, knowing exactly what would stir me to action. “Kiss me once, then I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever…” I began, then the voice of doom interrupted. “Michael? Is Spencer with you?” Mom called down the stairs. Spencer mouthed the word “f**k” and gingerly climbed off me. “Yes, Mom.” I yelled hoarsely, my fist rising up and slamming down into the mattress. “His mother called and wants him to go home. I need you to get the groceries out of the car.” She yelled, then I heard her heels crossing the floor to the kitchen. “I’m sorry.” I whispered, then slid off the mattress in search of my shirt. Before I could bend over to pick it up from the floor Spencer pulled me into his arms. “I need to tell you something.” He said. “Before I go, I want to…” I interrupted him with a kiss. I meant it to be a small kiss, one to hurry us out the door to help Mom, but a second turned into five, then ten. Why did he do this to me? Make my insides melt whenever he was within sight? Reluctantly, I pulled my lips away, knowing we’d be in trouble if I didn’t. “I can’t go out there with a b***r, dude.” I whispered, then pulled the t-shirt over my head. I’d stolen it from Dad, so it was a couple of sizes too big. Instead of tucking it in I left it out, hoping it would disguise the tent in my shorts. Spencer’s eyebrows came together, his eyes glassy and wet. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” I asked, then Mom called down the stairs again. “Michael, I bought a few bags of ice for your going away party tomorrow. They’re heavy and I could use your help.” “Go. Help your Mom before you get in trouble. I’m gonna go to the bathroom first, okay?” Spencer swiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. I reached out to take him in my arms but he pushed me away. “Please. Go. I’ll be right behind you. Just give me a minute.” He spun away, his face in his palms. “Yeah, sure.” I shook my head, incapable of moving my feet. My lungs ached as if someone had knocked the air out of me. “Go.” Spencer whispered. Finally my feet obeyed, and when I turned to go I saw his shoulders shaking. I had pressure building behind my eyes, and I shut the door. I leaned against the wall next to it and thought of the nuns at school. Then my mind latched onto the speech the President made on tv the other night. Anything to stem the potential flood of tears before facing Mom. “Michael, how many times do I have to…” She yelled again. “Coming Mom.”