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Rafael

Hank and Jill were out again, and Cody wanted to drag us to a movie theater to see a showing of The NeverEnding Story. He said it was a seminal movie of his youth and sparked his undying love for fantasy. I’d heard of it but never saw it.

He was driving, so I took it upon myself to do a little research on this cinematic masterpiece on our way to the theater.

“This movie is from 1985!”

“Yeah?” Cody replied.

“How the fuck did you see a movie from 1985?”

Cody smiled, but it wasn’t a happy one. It was a wistful smile. “Aunt Sue showed it to me. She still had a DVD player and she loved this movie, too. I spent a lot of time with her when…”

His voice trailed off, and his eyes looked sad. I shouldn’t have pressed him on it, but I knew so little about Cody. I desperately wanted to learn more.

“When what?” I asked.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. When he spoke next, it was as if his voice was trying to break through the emotion. “When Mom had her breakdown – I’m pretty sure that’s what it was – right after my Dad bailed on us, Sue took us in. She showed me this movie.” The light returned to his eyes, and his chest puffed up as joy infused his voice. “The movie is narrated through the eyes of this young boy reading a book, and this book takes him on a fantastic journey away from the pain of his life. I remember thinking how much I wanted that. “Sue bought me a ton of fantasy books after that. I think she saw in my face how much I loved it. Maybe even how much I needed the escape. That’s when I started reading anything I could get my hands on. It was the one thing I had that was all mine. Guided by the words on the page, my mind could leave whatever was happening and go to the most magical places.”

Cody didn’t look at me the entire time he spoke. I think he felt embarrassed by his confession, and my fucking heart was in pieces for that poor little boy who had to grow up too quickly.

We were approaching a red light, and Cody slowed to a stop. I unbuckled my belt and closed the space between us to kiss him. It was supposed to be a little pec, but it morphed into something more—something passionate. Cody’s hum of surprise was quickly followed by his soft mewling that I loved so much. We kept kissing until the douchebag behind us honked. I groaned and stuck my head out the window on my side and yelled, “We’re having a moment in here, asshole.” Cody cackled and started driving. “Don’t provoke the asshole.”

“Can’t he see we’re having a heart-to-heart? Fucking people these days.” He just laughed and used his free hand to grip mine. The touch of his hand sent a jolt through me. He’d touched me a hundred times, but the way he held my hand in the car felt profound, and something happened that I never expected. I got scared. I wasn’t scared of him or of us. It was something else.

I was afraid of myself.

Cody

Rafael liked the movie, which was a huge relief. I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t liked my favorite movie of all time.

After our little moment in the car, things shifted. He wasn’t cold or mean, just a little awkward.

Should we not have held hands? Was that too coupley?

My stomach coiled as I pulled into the driveway, bracing myself for the cold shoulder.

Instead, as I parked the car, he said, “Go upstairs and shower. By the time I get to your room, I want you naked and ready for me. You should be on all fours on the floor in your bedroom, ass up, face down, waiting for me to unload in you, or I’m beating your ass again. Got it?”

I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped me when he said that. “Yes, sir,” I replied.

He smirked and said, “Good boy. Hurry.”

I bolted out of the car and bounded to the upstairs shower. Having sex with Rafael while Mom and Hank weren’t home was the best. They weren’t staying overnight somewhere, though, so we had to be quick. I scrubbed fast and hard. My pale skin had a pinkish hue by the time I finished. The lube sat where I left it in the bottom right drawer of my desk, under a bunch of papers and next to a bottle of poppers.

I’d read that poppers help with bottoming, so I ordered some online.

I readied myself and assumed the position on the floor. The uncapped bottle of poppers released a metallic scent in the room, and I inhaled a big waft of it. The rush was immediate, and my hole relaxed. I took another big hit and arched my back further. Rafael loved when I submitted and presented my ass to him like this.

The door clicked open and shut again. I looked to the floor behind me and saw him stalk into the room. Rafael didn’t walk into rooms; he overtook them. His aura filled the space, claiming ownership from wall to wall.

My head spun from the poppers, and my heart pounded as I waited for him to own me. I’d been yearning for him to fill me all week.

“What the fuck is that?” he asked.

I thought he meant the poppers at first. “Oh, they’re just poppers. They help relax my butt.”

“No, I’m asking what’s under your bed.”

I looked over and saw his jock that I’d stolen stuffed between a pair of shoes under my bed. My slutty mind told me to smell it one night when I was jerking off, and I’d kind of made a habit of it. There was no mistaking it was his. He’d seen me get undressed in the locker room enough times to know my brand didn’t have a bright red stripe along the elastic waistband.

Rafael approached me, and I felt his gaze burning into my back as he stood over me, looking down. “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he scolded. “When did you swipe that?”

The blood rushed to my cheeks. I must have looked like such a creep. “I-I don’t know,” I stuttered back.

“You don’t know? I think you know when you took it.” He lowered down and whispered in my ear, “Because I know exactly when it went missing.”

His hot breath against my earlobe sent a chill down my back. The only sound in the room was my heavy breathing. “Go get it,” he demanded.

I started to rise to my feet when he said, “Nuh uh. Crawl.”

Fuck. I was fully erect now. My hard cock bounced between my legs as I crawled over to get the jock strap. The cool air chilled my skin, which was hot from arousal. Once I had it, I turned to look at him, waiting for his next command.

“Now, crawl back over here and assume the position.”

His voice had that deep, gravelly tone that he got when he was being dominant. I stared at him the entire time I crawled toward him.

Rafael laughed then said, “So, little piggy likes sniffing my jock while he pleasures himself?”

I didn’t answer. The only thing I could do was whimper as he began undressing. His shirt landed on the floor next to me. The sound of his zipper signaled that the pants were coming off. I clenched my fists in anticipation, desperately needing him to use me.

He knelt down behind me and he held out an open hand to my side. “Give me the jock,” he ordered. I placed it in his hands and watched it disappear. “You’re such a dirty boy, Cody.”

The anticipation was killing me. I needed it. “I am, sir.”

“Good boy,” he mused. “I’m glad you recognize that. Let’s give you a reward for admitting what a dirty fucking boy you are.”

He looped the jock around my head, my face pressed into the crotch area. He pulled the straps back so it was snug on my face.

His musk bombarded my senses, and I cried out at how good it smelled. “Now, I’m going to fuck you just like this. Like you’re an animal with a muzzle on. Is that what you need? You need to smell my sweaty jock while I use you?”

“Yes! Yes, sir,” I muttered through the jock.

I sighed in relief when I felt the cool lube spill down my crease and gather at my opening. He stretched my hole a bit with two fingers before lining his cockhead to my asshole and slowly pressing in.

I hissed as he pushed through the first ring of muscle, then arched my back more and leaned into his length, feeling him push all the way to the base.

There was no better feeling in the world than Rafael fully entering me. He paused, letting my hole adjust to his thick cock. I closed my eyes and imagined his precum filling my needy ass. He still had a firm grip on the jock that covered my face. He slid back, pulling his cock out almost entirely, then pounded into me as hard as he could.

I moaned in ecstasy. “Please, sir. Please, use me. Fuck me.”

His thrusts developed a rhythm as he pounded me deeper and harder. Soon his cock left my hole entirely then plunged back in. My arms were flat on the ground, and I would have rested my face against the floor, but he was still holding my head up with the jock.

He fucked without mercy. Railing me with his cock over and over. His body draped over mine, and he switched from tugging at the jock straps to cupping a hand over my face, smothering me with it.

“Who fucking owns this hole?” he questioned.

I mumbled a, “You, sir,” into the jock.

“Fuck, Cody. You want my load? You want me to breed you, you fucking slut?”

“Yes, sir!” And I meant it. I wanted every last drop inside me.

“You’re mine, Cody. No one else. Mine.”

He dropped the jock and I hollered, “Yes, sir,” loud and long and his cry merged with mine as he released inside me. He let out a gasping breath with each thrust, and I just mewled and babbled nonsense as I felt his warm release fill me and drip out of my ass.

Rafael gripped my hips as he gasped out, “Cody. Holy shit.”

I hummed in response, pleasure lacing every sound that left my mouth.

His body fell on mine and, together, we fell to the ground with him pressed on top of me, his cock still inside me.

He wrapped an arm around me and kissed my earlobe. I tried to turn my head to get a proper kiss, but the front door slammed shut.

Fuck. Our parents .

My disappointment was palpable. Then, Rafael pulled out of me, very slowly, and bolted to the door, locking it shut. He scrambled back to me, turned me on my back, and immediately swallowed my cock.

It hit the back of his throat, and I cried out. Rafael reached for the jock and stuffed it in my mouth as he choked on my cock. His blue eyes looked up at me. I could hear the footsteps of our parents in the hallway outside my room.

“Cody? Rafael?” Hank called.

Rafael smirked with his eyes. That devilish look mixed with my cock in his mouth sent me over the edge. I bit down on the jock, trying desperately not to scream.

Rafael released his mouth from my cock and jerked my dick. When I came, he caught every last drop on his tongue. Rope after rope of cum landed on his tongue while his eyes rolled back.

Then, he approached my face and kissed me.

I could taste my release on his tongue as he ravaged my mouth with his.

Rafael rose to his feet and quickly dressed. “Get in bed,” he ordered. “Pretend you’re asleep. I’ll chit chat with the fools outside, then sneak back in here when they go to sleep.”

He left the room, peeking outside before he opened the door more than a crack. Satisfied, he slipped out. But before he left, he took one last look at my wrecked, naked body lying in a heap on my bedroom floor. He bit his lower lip and then closed the door.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.