Unintended Bonds E3 | He makes me say it

Everyone is over the age of 18

One week after the last story

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All week, I had dreams about Carl. I wondered as I woke up with my raging hard-on, if his mustache would tickle if he was between my legs. Would he even do that? Or is he more likely to kiss while fucking so I would feel his hairy caterpillar on my face instead?

I’ve blown every load this week to him, and this morning was no different. I saw his car outside my window too, so I knew he was just in the next room. I wonder if he wakes up with morning wood just like me.

I wonder if he thinks about me. 

It was the weekend, so I didn’t plan to get out of bed in a hurry. Around 11 am, there was a knock on my door. 

“I’m not hungry!” I shout out, still wrapped up in my blanket. Janice has a habit of bugging me until I eat breakfast.

“It’s Carl.” The low and husky voice replied. I sat up in my bed, thought about what to wear, and decided to take a chance. He’s already seen it all and to be honest… I want him to see it. I walked up to the door in my tight striped briefs and smoothed out my hair.

“Hey,” I say, with the most seductive smile I can muster upon opening the door. I immediately realized that this wasn’t the beginning of my fantasy, because Carl had a sad look in his kind eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I wanted to let you know that your sister and I broke up. She’s too busy with work and it isn’t enough for me. I won’t be around anymore so I’m saying goodbye, sport.”

No! No no no no no!

“But…” My voice cracks and my eyes water up. 

“Sport, it’ll be alright.” 

It won’t be!

“Hey, don’t cry. Come here.” Carl steps into the room and opens his arms. I hug him tightly as the tears start to stream down my face. The door clicks as he closes it behind him. 

“I…” I will miss him. I wanted to know him better. I wanted to watch more bad movies with him. 

“It’s alright, sport.” His hand caresses the back of my head to soothe me. “Everything will be alright.” The center of his chest has a deep rich smell, almost like dark chocolate. 

“Will I…” It was hard to talk with tears. “Will I get to see you still?”

“That depends,” Carl says. His hand moves to the nape of my neck and rubs. “Do you want to?”

The neck massage puts me in a trance, and I press my face against his warm chest while he presses on the tight muscle. Of course I still want to see him. 

But I can’t say that. Can I? The man is at least twice my age. 

“Sport?” He stops massaging my neck and I lift my head. His rough hands slide down my back and hold my waist. I get the same sensation as I always do when I look up into his handsome face. 

I want to kiss him. No, I want him to kiss me.

His well-groomed mustache called out to me and I lifted myself up a bit by tip-toeing.

“Would you still want to see me?” Carl asked gently again, his big hands feeling like it was wrapping completely around my waist. I stare into his blue eyes, wondering what exactly he wants from me. 

“I do.” I lean upwards again, puckering my lips slightly. 

His hands graze my thighs as he lets go of me. I step back in confusion, and Carl reaches behind him to open the door. 

“You remember where I live? I think you and your sister came by once to drop something off.”

Willows drive. Willows street? It had a cute little fence outside with a garden.

“Come by if you ever need to. I’m happy to help. See you, buddy. Take care of Janice for me.” 

Then he was gone. The rest of the day felt like a daze. The fantasy that was so close to coming true suddenly came to a rapid close. I couldn’t believe it, or maybe I didn’t want to believe it. I stayed up all night wondering about what could’ve been.

The next day, I woke up determined to talk to him again. Maybe, I could convince him to work it out with Janice and he can come back or…something. I google-mapped the bus route there and was on my way there before lunch. 

I didn’t even know if he would be home. I didn’t have his phone number, so I was relieved when I saw his car in the driveway, right beside the little yellow fence. I felt so nervous walking up to his door.

He probably was just trying to be nice. He didn’t actually mean come over.

But I was already here, so I knocked on the door. Carl answered with his glasses on and an apron around his waist. 

“Hi Evan, what a nice surprise.” He winks at me and steps aside. I go into his house and breathe in the smell of lunch. “Are you hungry?” 

“No, not really. I came to talk to you,” I say. 

“Hm. You can’t eat while you talk?” Carl takes off his glasses and puts them on the kitchen counter. He sits down on a stool and waits for me to answer. 

I shake my head. “I just wanted to say that…” My legs tremble. 

“You’re so nervous.” Carl walks up to me. “Are you hurt?”

I shake my head again. 

“You’re shaking,” he says and hugs me. I take in his deep rich scent again, this time mixed with his cooking. His hand ruffles through my hair and I breathe out a quiet moan. “What do you want, sport?”

He knows what I want.

“You can tell me.” His other hand caresses my lower back. “It’s not good to hold things in like that. That’s what you’re shaking.”

“I …”

“Go on, boy.” He says into the top of my head. His hand strokes the length of my back. “Tell me what you want.”

The sensation of being attracted to him overwhelmed me. I looked up at him and he supported the back of my head so I could look into his eyes.

Just kiss me already.

“I want you to say it,” Carl says. His hand disappears from my back for an instant to comb his moustache, then returns to soothing me. “You’re safe here.”

“I… I want you.” The words came out of me shakily. 

Carl smiles at me knowingly, and then both of his hands grab me by the waist. I was lifted up into the air and he walked us to the living room. He sits down in an armchair and then maneuvers me to sit on his lap.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” His right hand touches my nipple through my shirt and I moan. His other hand wraps around the back of my head again and I lean forward.

The feeling of his moustache scratching my top lip felt exactly the way it did in my dreams.