Sweet His

chapter three

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DAVID

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Present, 2021

“I WANT YOU NOW,” Colin breathed out in between our kisses, “Take off your clothes.”

I raised my arms up as he did it by himself. And I did the same with him, almost ripping the neckline of his sweater apart. He laughed at my clumsiness but I swallowed his chuckles down with my mouth.

“Room. Bed. Now,” I demanded. And with ease, we effortlessly found our way into our bedroom. Not caring about the lights, I pushed Colin down the mattress and immediately reached for the button of his pants.

“Wait,” he suddenly grabbed my hand. I paused and met his eyes. And something in the intense way he stared at me, brought a passionate desire out of my soul.

“I want you to do it to me,” he said in a sultry light voice, all of a sudden. I tensed up, wondering if I really heard him right. Seeing my hesitant expression, his eyes roamed all over my face and he gently reached his hand up to touch my cheek and softly smiled.

“I want you to feel it, David,” he then told me and the tenderness in his voice only showed how vulnerable he’s feeling now to offer that kind of suggestion to me. “I want you to feel how good it is. How crazy I get whenever I'm inside you. I want you to feel how much I love you. So this time, I want you to do it to me, David.”

I held my breath after hearing those words from him. The growing weight of immeasurable love burning out from my chest almost made me tear up from this sudden sentimentality between us. After a second of silence, I finally mirrored back his smile and reluctantly asked him, “Are you sure?”

He only replied to me with a kiss and said, “I've never been this sure in my life.”

I kissed him back, more aggressively than ever, and pulled down his pants then his boxers. I paused midway and looked up.

“I love you,” I uttered, my voice cracking with overwhelming emotions. I leaned forward and kissed him again, but this time it’s much tender.

“I love you more,” he whispered back, cupping my face as we paused to stare at each other. I soon moved back to his chest to leave a path of kisses down to his abdomen. I then heard Colin hiss, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes. I watched the sight of pleasure play from his face as I let my tongue run down to the v-line between his hips all the way up to the tip of his p***s.

“David,” he muttered my name like prayer and I slowly closed my fingers into a fist around his d**k. Intensifying his desire, I rhythmically moved my hand in a languid vertical motion around the length of his shaft and played the way I knew he'd go crazy.

As soon as I felt it getting hard, I put my tongue out and licked the underside of its rough skin down to the roundness of his balls with intense hunger. Colin hissed again, and I got even more turned on as he kept tensing underneath my touch.

“God. David,” He gasped out, his eyes opened in apparent pleasure when I wrapped my lips around him like a pro. I felt his hand reaching out for me but it ended up pulling my hair instead, as he squirmed under my control.

“David,” he repeated again and he's getting larger and harder as I sucked him deeper into my mouth.

“I'm gonna c*m,” he tapped me on the shoulder as a sign. And without missing a beat, I drove him wildly into c****x until the hot bursting liquid of his c*m shot straight into my throat. I licked it all off and swallowed it down while he watched me do it in front of him.

“Come here,” he then motioned at me, quickly pulling me up to kiss him again. He put his tongue into my mouth and hungrily licked the remnants of his taste inside me. We kissed for much longer until he finally pulled away and turned around, showing the bareness of his ass to me.

“Are you sure?” I asked him one more time. But David only handed me the bottle of lube from the bedside table and smiled. I felt him take a deep breath the moment he turned around and waited.

I soon put a generous amount of lube on my d**k and in between the cheeks of his ass, still feeling nervous because this is the very first time we're going to do this with me on top. I closed my eyes and let my hand ran up and down my shaft to spread the lube around it. Then I did the same on Colin. I rubbed the liquid all over his asshole and slowly inserted a finger into his hole. The hotness that wrapped me inside had me lusting and yearning for more of his moans.

“I'm gonna put another one in,” I said out loud. Colin only nodded, groaning. I slowly put another digit inside him with a little force while adding more lube. Colin gasped and I felt myself getting harder, trying to imagine what it would feel if my d**k was the one being wrapped in that tight hotness inside him.

“Put it in now,” I heard Colin demanding to me. I slowly released my fingers out of his hole, only to put them all back in again. Colin cursed and moaned so loud that I almost came from the sound and the compressed sensation I felt inside him.

“Dave, please,” he fervently begged. And finally, after a few more moments of torturous pleasure, I let myself go deep into the paradise of lust and love.

As he slowly ripped open to wrap me around into a tight fit, I felt an extreme pleasure bursting out of my body. I forgot my sanity at once. I could no longer keep count of how fast I was going. I just kept thrusting and thrusting, the consuming heat completely bringing me to lunacy. And as the c****x slowly build its way up to the peak, we cried out simultaneously with our bodies falling in sync in a cosmic rhythm. Soon after, I found myself diving down into a pit of darkness filled with my desires and immeasurable feelings.

It was truly the most intense and resistless moment in my entire life. I knew right then. Just before I collapsed in a heap on top of Colin's back, I knew right then…

I will NEVER love anyone as much as I love Colin Keaton. He is the only ONE for me. And this is the only place I'd ever want to be.

I woke up the next morning, still feeling dreamy and insatiably sore from what happened last night. I turned to look down at the loving sight of Colin underneath me with his angelic face aligned with mine in a peaceful slumber. I smiled at how beautiful he looked.

He has always been so beautiful ever since. The soft locks of those auburn hair waving down past his ears... His straight nose… And that beauty mark beneath his right eye.

“I love you,” I whispered to his sleeping form. And because I just suddenly felt like it, I bit the delicious curve of his jaw. He stirred at my action and his eyes slowly opened to meet mine.

He gave me a drunken smile and says, “Well, that’s a fascinating way to wake someone up.”

I chuckled at his words, giving him a soft kiss. He sighed back, kissing me back. Then he slowly moved to turn his body around and hugged me closer to his chest.

“Did it wake you up?” I asked him, fitting my head in the crook of his neck. I heard the vibration of laughter from Colin’s throat and I pulled my head back again to look at his face.

“What’s funny?” I smiled at him.

“Well, it certainly woke me,” he told me, still grinning. And then I watched him under my eyelashes as he glanced down at something below his body. “In more ways than one, I think.”

I laughed upon realizing what he just meant and kissed him hard as if we didn’t really tire ourselves out last night. He quickly responded to my kisses with equal hunger and we soon got drowned back to our insatiable lust for another round.

“Wanna check if it really worked?” He asked, raising a brow. I laughed out loud again. He did not really have to ask for it. I was going to check it anyway.

And damn well, when I just did. Morning s*x has got to be the best f*****g thing of all.

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August, Summer of 2017

We were busy looking at a row of chips when mom suddenly spoke up.

“Do you think they would still remember us?” she asks me, and by ‘they’ she means the entire town. I paused for a moment, trying to bite back a reply from that because I might sound off harsh if I answer her question in all honesty. Thinking of something else to say, I tread on the safe side and said,

“They probably won’t even recognize us anymore.”

“I doubt it,” Mom mutters back and changes the topic as quickly as she had just started it.

“What do you say we grab a couple of beers and some ice cream along with these?” mom says as she picks up a couple of chips on the aisle and puts it all on our basket. She wiggles her brows at me and I just laughed.

“But I’m underaged,” I playfully whispered to her ear, trying not to let the guy behind the counter hear us.

“But they won’t know it, babe,” my mom’s voice gets a little louder, putting a lover act as I try not to laugh at her innocent play. We were chuckling at our clever banter when somebody suddenly appeared behind us.

“Faith Keaton?” an old woman’s voice says. And upon hearing her name, mom turns around and meets the face of the woman with a surprised look. “It’s you, Faith Keaton, right?”

I tried to familiarize the woman's voice and face from my old memory five years ago and had a hard time figuring out who she was. She must be one of the moms of the kids in the neighborhood but the way she looked at mom says more to it. She must be one of those women who hated her before… or I guess, still hates her.

“I’m sorry,” my mom replies with an apologetic smile as she tries to recall who the woman was, “But I don’t think I…”

“It’s Mrs. Lopez,” the old woman says, and when she looked at mom, she let off a demeaning splint in her eyes. She tries to size my mom up and then turns to me with the same stare as she tries to hide her distaste with a fake smile. I dared not to say anything as I remained calm and smiling while I put a protective arm around my mom’s shoulders.

“Mrs. Lopez. Right, I remember now. You live two houses down from us,” my mom says in a delighted tone, obviously trying not to be affected by the woman's glare. “I’m sorry, it has been so long since I was last here.”

“Yeah, it is,” Mrs. Lopez agrees, seemingly glad that mom still remembers, “And surprisingly, you have returned again.”

“Well, yes. Uhm, I got a job nearby so…” my mom gives me a sidelong glance and I smiled down at her, “I decided to move back again.”

“And this is...” Mrs. Lopez’s eyes turn to me with a questioning look.

I was about to answer her when mom abruptly interjects, “He’s my boyfriend."

The atmosphere immediately shifted into an awkward feeling that I almost choked out a spit, hearing my mom's introduction. I looked down at her, frowning. But she only ignored me.

"We're actually going steady for years now. I thought of trying to settle for good since it’s been that long, hasn’t it? It’s about time." She gives me a loving look and I could only bite my mouth to keep myself from laughing.

“Oh,” Mrs. Lopez’s face slowly went from confused to shock and into bewilderment. She gives me and my mom an anxious look as she tries to process what mom just told her.

"If I may ask," Mrs. Lopez nervously regards at me, "How old are you, young man?"

As soon as she released the question, mom started laughing beside me and I could not help but to join her as well. Mrs. Lopez stared at us, still apparently unaware of what was happening, and waited for mom to stop and give her an explanation.

"Sorry, Mrs. Lopez," mom apologizes as she tries to stop herself from laughing, "I was just kidding. We're really not lovers. This young man here," my mom puts her arm around me and smiled cheekily. "This is my son, Timothy. He's in high school now so… yeah. He'll be staying with me."

“Timothy?” A fleet of recognition sparked in Mrs. Lopez’s eyes as my name registers to her. She quickly looks at me in a softer way and smiles like how any other mother will do whenever they meet a young kid in the neighborhood, “Timmy, you’ve grown.”

I felt a bit awkward at the way she quickly changed her tone at me yet I only smiled back, nodding, “Yeah. But it’s only Tim now. I’m afraid being called by the name Timmy at my age will leave anxious frowns from strangers.”

Mrs. Lopez chuckles at my words and smoothly agrees, “Well, you’re right, Tim. How nice that you’ve…” she gives my mom a pointed look and continues, “...grown to be such a fine young man.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Lopez,” I genuinely say. And she only smiled wider.

“Well, I’ll be on my way then. I have somewhere else to go.” Probably to tell the whole town that we’re here again. 

Mom and I just nodded.

“I’ll let my daughter know about you so she can tour you around the town before school starts. She used to go to the same class as you and Dave.”

David.

“That’ll be really nice, Mrs. Lopez,” I hear mom responding to her yet I only stood frozen on my spot, still momentarily affected by the mere sound of his name. 

David.

“See you around then,” Mrs. Lopez says this before she finally leaves, but I still hadn’t moved an inch from where I stood to even notice that she was already gone.

“Man, if that ain’t what I’m saying,” I hear mom mutters to herself beside me. Only then did I finally move to drive those feeble thoughts of him away from my head and smiled down at her.

“Turns out they still know about you,” I tell her, returning to my normal self.

“Funny how she fell for that prank so easily. What does this town really think of me? Seriously?” she asked me with a peeved face and I snorted back. 

“Why would you even joke about it?”

We walked towards the ice cream chiller and I opened it to take out two popsicles. As I added the items into our basket, mom started laughing again as if still recalling the incredulous act we did in front of Mrs. Lopez. “But you gotta admit, that was hilarious.”

I shook my head at her, giving up, and started walking again with our basket in my arm. I went to the cash register and reached for my back pocket to pick out my wallet. Mom followed me behind.

“Let me pay for it,” she pushes me away and steals my spot in front of the cashier. She casually puts down a six-pack of cold beer on the counter. Giving me a cheeky grin, she waited for the items to be punched in and took out some cash from her bag.

“So, we’re really going to move back here now? No second thoughts? Any feeling of hesitation?” I asked her, waiting.

The cashier took the money from her and gave back her change. I took the bags and carried them and followed mom on her way out of the store. Once we were outside, she turned to me.

“There’s no backing out, Timmy. This is official.”

I snorted. And just before she opens the door of the passenger seat of our car, I say to her, “I still think this is not a good idea at all, mom. And by the way, it’s not Timmy anymore. It’s just Tim.”

I passed by her on my way to the back trunk of the car to put the bags I was carrying in. And just when I was about to close the trunk, my mom shouted so loud that the whole gas station became her stage.

“TIIIIIIMMMMY! Hurry up!” It echoed and garnered surprised looks from several people around the area. I sighed in surrender at her and rolled my eyes. I let my mom laugh her heart out throughout our drive all the way to our old house in Rockville.

As soon as I finally parked us on the driveway of the very familiar beige house in the neighborhood, I turned the engine off still hesitating, but that’s when I began to realize. What I just have to do now is to suck this all up. More patience, Tim.

What you just need is more patience.

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