Page 120 of Smoky Mountain Dreams

“I’m waiting.” Jesse massaged his prostate again, andChristopher lifted up on his knees, pushing his ass up in the air. Jesse’sfingers fucked in and out a few times.

“Please,” he begged. “Oh, God, I need it so bad.”

“Sing the chorus.”

Christopher moaned and whispered the chorus, his body hotand going hotter with each twist of Jesse’s fingers.

“Nice. That was very pretty.”

Christopher’s cock dribbled helplessly on the window seatcushion and he arched his back and clenched his hole around Jesse’s fingers. “Saysomething dirty. Please.”

Jesse rubbed against his prostate, and when he spoke, hisvoice was breathy and yet brutal enough that Christopher clenched the coversand cried his need into the pillow.

“Sing for my dick with your filthy cocksucking mouth.”

Christopher had no idea if he was saying the right words orif he was carrying the tune, because Jesse slammed into him with his cock assoon as he started to croon, and his asshole spasmed wildly around theinvasion. He pictured it as greedily sucking at Jesse’s cock, gripping it, notwanting to let it go with each withdrawal. His song trailed off into moans andwarbling sounds of pleasure.

“Can you still talk, babe?”

“Yes,” Christopher whimpered. “Please, say something dirty.Please. Fucking God, it’s good.”

Jesse bent over him, gripped his hair tight, and jerked himup from the window seat. He whispered menacingly in his ear, “Such a tight hothole taking my big fat cock.”

“Call me something.”

“Whore.”

“Slut,” Christopher mumbled.

“Mmm. Slutty, sloppy whore with a wet, cunty hole.”

“Fuck. Tell me…” Christopher went hot all over, his skinprickling, and he almost couldn’t say it. “Tell me I’m gonna burn in hell. Forloving your big,oh, God, your big fat cock up myass.” He whimpered. “Please, call me…call me a faggot, a disgusting, filthysodomite. Satan’s pervert. Please. I need…I need it. Please, Jesse, tell me I’mgonna burn.” He shivered and almost came saying the words himself, but heneeded to hear them from Jesse’s mouth.

Jesse’s hips stuttered and Christopher almost dropped fromecstasy into mortification, but Jesse stroked a hand down his back.

“Oh, Chris. You’re so sweet. So dirty and sweet, a filthyangel, and hell doesn’t have room for such a slutty cocksucking whore like you.”Jesse moaned. “Come for me now. I want to feel you.”

There was no holding back. A sun burst through his body,unbearable pleasure pumping out of his cock and throbbing in his pelvis untilhe collapsed, shaking, shivering, and vaguely aware that Jesse seemed to havecome too based on the throbbing of his cock shoved deep in Christopher’s ass.

Long minutes passed, and as Christopher started to come downfrom his high, a thrum of embarrassment and shame started in the back of hisbrain. Jesse was still on top of him, and Christopher wondered if he could justpretend they’d never done this. Then he’d never have to admit that Jesse hadseen him—the dirtiest, filthiest, fucked-up part of him.

“That was a surprise,” Jesse said, rolling off him onto hisside. “Did you know you’d like that?”

So, they were going to talk about it.

Christopher shook his head, anxiety churning in his gut, andwhen Jesse pulled off his condom and disposed of it without saying anythingelse, he wondered just what he was supposed to say to make what he’d asked forat the end disappear.

Jesse sat by him and ran his hand down his back. “You okay?”

Christopher nodded and sat up, not meeting Jesse’s gaze. “Imade a mess of this cushion.”

“Fuck the cushion.” Jesse touched Christopher between theeyes with his index finger, rubbing the crease in his brow. It felt good andreminded Christopher of when Jackie used to rub his forehead in bed at night.He turned away.

“You come from a fucked-up fundamentalist family. Of courseyou get off on that. I got off on you getting off on it. Everyone wants to feelslutty and dirty sometimes. You don’t need to be ashamed.”

Christopher’s stomach hurt. He didn’t think it was from therough fuck, so much as from the assessment. “So, I’m fucked in the head becausemy family’s all religious freaks.”

“No. I didn’t mean it like that.” Jesse touched Christopher’sshoulder. “I mean, we’re all fucked in the head. I just…you liked it, and there’snothing to be ashamed of. You’re not a slut, or a whore, and you’re definitelynot going to hell—”