Straight A's E12 | My dom has a soft spot

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s me,” Troy says on the phone. Of course, I already knew it was him because of the caller ID. But why is he calling me instead of texting me? An excruciating long pause of dead air plays between us. 

“What’s up?” I ask, closing the lid of my laptop and flopping on the bed. I could hear sounds of other people talking in the background on his end. 

“Not much. One second.” I hear the background sounds get further away until they became non-existent. Then, his voice became much clearer. “Are you doing alright?”

“Yeah, I was just studying for my history class,” I say.

“No, I mean the bleeding,” Troy interrupts me. 

“Oh yeah, I’m fine.” It bled a little bit more the next morning. Nothing that’s going to kill me, or stop me from doing it again. 

“Good good…I’m glad. Do you want to come and hang out? We’re watching the game.” 

Why would I say no? I got changed and headed out to his place. This time, it was him that opened the door for me. 

“You remember Dustin right? You’ve met Ben and Jeff?” Troy pulls up his droopy sweats as he walks in front of me. A chorus of “heys” comes from the men sitting on the couch. 

“You ball too?” Dustin asks me. 

“I what?” I reply in confusion and the other two guys snicker at me. “Oh, ball, like play basketball? No, I’m not tall enough, I think.” Ben and Jeff looked seriously disinterested in what I was saying so I sat on the far end of the couch, beside Troy. 

I don’t know anything about basketball, so I just stared at the screen, mimicking what the other guys were reacting to, albeit a couple seconds too late every time. I thought I was doing a pretty good job at masking my ignorance, but Dustin caught on quickly. 

“So…fruity guys don’t do sports? Why y’all so fucking ripped then?” Dustin looks at me while munching on some chips. “I guess you’re neither.” He looks at what I’m wearing. 

“Ripped gays are just on instagram. Most of them are just fairies with limp wrists,” Ben says and Jeff laughs at his joke. I shrink back into the couch, feeling embarrassed at the conversation. It sucks to be picked on like that, but they’re not completely wrong about me either. 

“Yo, that’s not cool man. Leave him alone,” Troy says. I looked up at his chiseled jawline, surprised that he would defend me at all in front of this straight-bro frat house like situation. 

“If you’re gonna be a fucking beta, then we got some serious shit to discuss in this house,” Ben says in a joking manner. 

“Hey!” Troy snaps back. “Shut the fuck up!  Imma fucking beat your ass if you say that again.”

“Yo CHILL!” Dustin says.

“Respect dude. Learn it.” Troy shakes his head and the room falls into an uncomfortable silence. I don’t know where to look except at Troy’s clenched jaw. The anger radiating off him is usually directed at me and I love that… but this? This was different.

This was sexy. 

“I’m done with this shit.” Troy gets up and brushes some chip crumbles off his shorts. 

“Oh come on man, let’s finish the rest of the game. Don’t be so fucking woke,” Ben protests. 

“Fuck you.” Troy flips him the bird and then looks at me, cocking his head towards the hallway of bedrooms. I get up too, avoiding the gaze of the other men and follow Troy to his bedroom. He goes in first and I follow him in. 

“I apologize for those assholes.” Troy pushes the door close. “And they wonder why girls ghost them. Not a single fucking drop of respect in their bones.” 

“It’s fine.” I shake my head. 

“It’s not fine,” Troy says firmly while giving me a solid look. “Sorry, sit.” He throws some clothes off his bed and onto the floor. I take a seat on his bed, watching him throw more clothes off his chair and sitting on it. “I’m sorry for calling you things too.”

“No no no, I uh…” I fidget with his light blue bed sheets. “I don’t mind it.” 

“You sure?”

“It’s one of those things that depends on context, you know?” I smile at Troy, who nods back. “From them?” I cock my head towards the door, “that’s offensive. But from you?” I get caught up in Troy’s eyes locked onto mine. 

“From me?” Troy encourages me to go on.

“It’s ….really hot.” His eye gaze is making me so uncomfortable and so turned on at the same time. I might sweat through my shirt if he keeps staring at me like that. 

He raises his eyebrows at me and blinks a couple times, processing the information I just told him. “Alright yeah, it’s like with girls. Treat them like a princess in real life, fuck them like a whore in bed.” 

“Right.”

“Right.” Troy stares at me. I can’t stop fidgeting with my hands. He still makes me so nervous no matter how nice he’s being. “Well okay. Do you want it right now?” 

“Do I want…?” Like I get to choose?

“It’s just that you’re in my bed, so it’s like a natural response.” Troy squeezes his groin and my heart beats faster and faster. “Yeah you want it. I can tell….loser.” he adds with a smile. He stands up from the chair and starts pulling down his sweats. I fumble with my clumsy hands at my pants and pull them down too. I turn around and stare at his wall while he approaches. 

“I don’t think this angle is going to work. Turn around.” 

I turn around, looking directly at his chiselled muscular body as I lay on my back. He’s such a stud and now he’s going to fuck me. I’m in a dream. 

“Wait.” Troy’s eyes open wide and he walks to the other end of the room. I lift my head up to see him pull a bottle of lube out of his closet. “This should be better this time.” I watch the hunk of a man lube up and jerk off in front of me. The anticipation builds and builds.

I want it.

I want him so bad.

He’s so hot.

The coldness of the lube on my hole makes me shiver, and he smiles at my reaction to it. Then his face turns serious and he starts to thrust into me. My hole still stings from yesterday, but I want it. My god, I want it. 

“Oh!” I yelp as he penetrates me. 

“Shh…” he whispers as he pierces through smoothly. 

“MmMM…” I can’t help it. Troy covers my mouth with his palm and pushes all the way in. I stare right into his eyes as he pulls halfway out. I never noticed the different shades of brown that were in his eyes. 

“Shh…” he repeats at me while fucking me gently. The lube is helping tremendously, and he glides himself smoothly in and out of me. When he pushes himself all the way in, I can’t help but moan out. I really can’t help it. “You have to be more quiet.” 

“Sorry,” I breathe out when he releases his hold over my mouth. Troy turns around, picks something off the floor and then aims his cock back at my entrance. It’s his underwear. 

“Here.” He pushes me in my mouth and I bite down on it. He nods at me and then pushes back in. I bite down on the underwear as hard as I can to not make any noise while he fucks me softly. 

It was working, the underwear muffled my soft moans and giving me something to bite down on made it easier to stay quiet. I watched the incredibly sexy man lean over me and fuck me more gently than the previous two times. I think he didn't want his bed to creak. Or maybe he was trying to not hurt me. I don’t know. 

My god, his eyes are beautiful. 

“I’m gonna nut.”

“Mm…” I nod, my mouth soaking his underwear. I watch his eyes squint and his pupils dilate as he increases his speed ever so slightly. The bed creaks lightly just as he gets to finish. 

Troy doesn’t make any moans, but his mouth opens in a big O as he pushes himself deep inside me. I rub his biceps as I feel him fill me up, and he shuts his eyes tight in the heat of his climax. 

Yes.

Give all of it to me.

ALL OF IT!

With his eyes closed, I take the liberty to caress his contracted pecs and down to his abs. I’ve never touched him like this before, with him so gentle and willing and…open. 

“Oh…” The smallest moan comes out of his mouth. He opens his eyes and locks eye contact with me again as I rub his neck. Too suddenly, Troy pulls out of me, leaving me empty. 

“We should go back out. Before you know, the guys, they… you know.”

“Yeah.” I sit up, looking at his sculpted muscular frame. He grins at me with a shake of a head and I hold back the urge to giggle. “You didn’t call me a loser.”

“Didn’t seem right at the moment.” Troy says while wiping his dick off with an article of clothing from the floor. He passes it to me. “We really should get back out there.”