Page 3 of Perfectly Wrong

“Did I, Bishop?” Tristan asks.

“Yeah, you did.”

About an hour later, I’ve finally had my limit of socializing and alcohol.

I say goodnight to Rocco, Tristan, and a few of his friends, then stumble inside.

It’s nearly two in the morning. Inside his room, I pause for a moment, remembering our session against the wall hours earlier.

I look out the window, watching Tristan laugh with his friends, then peel off my clothes and collapse on his bed.

“Mmm…” I shift in the bed, feeling slightly dizzy, but so good. My hands move down my body to the source of pleasure, and then I open my eyes, sitting up suddenly. “Shit.” I grab my forehead. “Tristan.”

“Shh.”

I shake my head. “We can’t do this.”

“I’m already doing it.”

I look down at the condom rolled on my dick. I guess I wasn’t dreaming about the blow job.

“Just let me do this.” Tristan smiles, stroking lube up and down my cock. “It’s a secret. When we wake up, it’s like it didn’t happen. You need it and I need it.”

I watch with hooded eyes, paralyzed to stop him, as he slowly slides down onto my cock. We both exhale, adjusting to the feeling. Fuck he’s tight.

He leans close to my face, smelling of fresh toothpaste and soap. “Now ruin me, Bishop.”

I search his eyes for a moment convincing myself it’s just this once. It’s already happening. I can trust him not to say a word, and two days from now he’s gone.

I grip his neck, pulling his mouth to mine and kissing him hard. As I suck his tongue, I bite on his bottom lip and then begin my assault on his ass.

With my free arm, I wrap it around his back and pound into him, bucking my hips so hard, Tristan’s eyes widen. He grips my arms, biting his lip to keep from screaming.

“You wanted to be ruined,” I whisper, biting his earlobe. “You wanted this cock.”

“Fuck yeah,” he whispers through gritted teeth. “I fucking love it.”

“Your hole is so tight, baby. You been fucked before?”

Tristan nods. “But not like this. Not by someone so fucking huge.”

I kiss him again, then push him off of me so he’s lying on his back.

He watches me with wide eyes while I pour a steady stream of lube between his ass cheeks.

I lift his leg by the ankle, pushing his ass up into the air, then slowly slide into him again.

I grip both his legs, my arms under his thighs, getting him to where his knees are by his ears and just start pounding into him.

I’m standing, hovering over him and kneeling enough to sink into him as far as I can go.

He takes every inch, clawing my hands as he tries to hold on.

A minute later, he fists his cock, sliding his hand over it as he keeps his eyes locked on mine.

He’s moaning too loud, so I reach forward and cover his hand with my mouth.

His brow furrows and he bites into my palm as cum shoots out from his dick, splashing across his chest and face.

I remove my hand from his mouth and rub his cum into his skin.

“I want you…” Tristan whispers, breathless. “Want…”

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

He fixes his eyes on me. “Come in my mouth. I want a taste.”

I grin, feeling my orgasm build with those words. I pull out of him, rip the condom off and stroke my dick. Tristan rises up on his elbows with his mouth open, just waiting.

“Oh fuck. Fuck.” I throw my head back, grunting as my body shakes, shooting hot cum down Tristan’s throat. It drips down his chin, and a little hits his forehead. He moves closer, flicking his tongue over the head of my cock, causing me to flinch.

I collapse on the bed next to him. A moment later, I feel his lips on mine in a soft kiss and open my eyes.

“Thank you,” he whispers. “This was the best fuck of my life.”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Was I good? Did you like fucking me?”

Breathing hard, I search his eyes, then brush his hair off his forehead. “It was fucking awesome. I needed you tonight.”

He smiles. “Then I’m happy.” He kisses me again. “Get some sleep. I’m going downstairs.”

He starts to move, but I grab his wrist. “Tristan?”

He looks back at me. “Don’t worry. It’s still a secret.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Tristan shakes his head. “No, thank you.” He leans down near my ear. “You ruined me and I loved every second.”

I watch him walk out, and then I fall back on the bed. Drunk, exhausted, but completely fucking satisfied.

The next time I open my eyes, it takes me a minute to realize where I’m at.

Then I remember. Tristan’s room. I gaze down at my naked body and the used rubber beside me as the events of last night, or rather early this morning, flood my mind.

I fucked Rocco’s kid. Jesus. At least he’s leaving town tomorrow.

I just need to get my clothes and get out of here.

I climb out of bed picking my clothes up from the floor and quickly dressing.

My head feels like it’s going to explode.

No surprise since I was the one drinking like a college kid last night.

I step into the hallway and make my way downstairs, hoping to just quietly sneak out.

That hope is squashed though when I see Tristan and Rocco sitting on the patio drinking coffee.

Two guys sleep on the couch and several more are passed out on the floor.

Rocco sees me first, waving for me to join them which causes Tristan to glance up. His expression is so neutral it makes me think I dreamed what happened last night.

I step out to join them. “Morning.”

Rocco smiles. “Coffee?”

“Yeah. I feel like shit.”

He laughs. “Join the club. We were just talking about the same thing.”

“I don’t even remember how much I drank.”

Tristan sips his coffee. “At least you stuck with beer. I had so many shots I’m surprised I remember anything.”

I chuckle softly, pouring myself a cup of coffee. “It was a fun party.” Tristan’s eyes linger on mine for a moment. “What time is it?”

“Noon.”

My eyes widen. “Fuck. Are you serious?”

Rocco nods. “I passed out around three I think.”

“Me too,” Tristan says.

“Sorry I took your bed.” I avoid his eyes. “Hope you found a comfortable place to sleep.”

Tristan grins. “Yeah. Just crashed in one of the guest rooms. Woke up to some random trying to suck my dick.”

My eyes widen. “A random?”

“One of my friends brought him, and I guess he thought I was down. I wasn’t.”

“Guess it doesn’t hurt to try,” Rocco says, laughing.

“I’m picky where this dick goes.” I shift in my seat. “Only the best for me.”

My eyes meet his. “It’s good to have standards.”

“I know. There’s this one guy I have my eye on.” He glances at his dad. “He’s the most perfect human I’ve ever seen.”

Rocco tilts his head. “Yeah? Where’d you meet him?”

“Just through some people I know. He thinks I’m too young though.”

No, I fucking don’t.

Rocco nudges my arm. “Maybe he should talk to Bishop. Age is nothing but a number, right?”

“As long as he’s legal. Maybe there’s another reason.”

Tristan grins. “Yeah, maybe, but I’m pretty persistent when I want something. Dad taught me to go after what I want. Or who.”

I swallow hard then shift my attention to the coffee. “I’m sure when you get to college you’ll have plenty of choices.”

“That’s what I keep telling him,” Rocco says. “College was awesome.”

Tristan rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. I don’t plan to fuck my way through campus though. Like I said, I’m picky.”

“I hope you’re not looking to settle down,” I throw in. “Youth is for having fun and experimenting. You should take full advantage of that. I wasn’t even out at your age.”

“Same,” Rocco adds. “I had just met your mom and was still convinced it was a phase. You’re lucky to know already and have a group of friends where you can just be yourself.”

Tristan stares into his mug for a moment.

“I guess you’re both right. I have no idea what it feels likes to deny myself or my feelings or feel like I have to hide.

” He sips his coffee. “But I don’t know, guys my age are fun to drink with, but annoying as fuck to date.

It’s rare that I even feel attracted to someone enough to fuck.

Even when I get to that point, it’s usually lame.

I feel like dating older guys might be my thing. ”

“There are older guys at college,” Rocco says, patting his hand.

“Yeah.” I pour another mug of coffee.

“Were you married before, Bishop?”

I shake my head. “No. I fucked plenty of chicks back when I was your age until about twenty-one, I guess.”

“What happened then?”

“Met a guy I really liked. Ended up dating exclusively. I knew then I was gay and couldn’t go back to women. So I told my family and that was that.”

“What happened with him?”

Rocco smacks his arm. “God, you’re nosy.”

Tristan shrugs. “Just curious. I know your story. I’m interested in someone else’s.”

“It’s okay, Rocco.” I exhale slowly. “It’s not that exciting. We dated for a year and then he just decided we weren’t going anywhere so he ended it. I found out later he met someone and wanted to date him.”

“But the fucker came back,” Rocco mutters, sipping his coffee.

I nod. “Yeah, like six months later, he wanted me back, but by then I was enjoying life. He broke my heart, but it was good he did that. I met some really great people and had amazing experiences.” I grin. “Sex too. Lots of sex.”

Tristan fixes his eyes on mine. “That’s why older guys are attractive. You’ve been through shit, but mostly, you know how to fuck.”

My eyes meet Rocco’s just as he looks at me. His brow furrows, shifting his attention to Tristan. “Are you flirting with Bishop?”

A slow smile spreads across Tristan’s lips. “I guess I was a little. I mean, he’s hot, dad.” He laughs softly. “Obviously, you wouldn’t be interested in me for lots of reasons.”

“Right.” I sip my coffee, hoping the conversation changes quickly.

“Too bad you’re my son. I bet that’s the only thing holding Bishop back.”

I laugh softly, completely uncomfortable. “Well, he is your son, so…”

“So, if I wasn’t? You’d date a guy only eighteen?”