Louis in New York | An old flame visits me...

Everyone is over the age of 18

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It is always when you're finally ready to move on with your life when the past comes knocking on your door again, right? I just didn't expect it to be Blake. 

“Hey man, what's up? I'm in Manhattan for the weekend.” 

“The weekend? Like right now?” I texted back. 

“Yeah. Do you want to hang out?” 

Blake and I have a complicated history. He was like an annoying older brother to me, but a brother nonetheless. However, since we fought over the same boy… it’s not the same anymore. How could it be the same? 

I start back up the elliptical at the gym, deciding to think about my response carefully before replying. 

“I'm here alone. Taking a road trip with the old Betty before she craps out on me. Just let me know if you wanna grab a drink,” Blake texts. Betty is his piece of shit car that he should've given up years ago. There was always something wrong with it. 

“Alright. Let's say tonight at 8?” I replied. Seeing a familiar face from home might be nice after all. 

I've always been jealous of Blake. Even in New York, he seems to just roll up the sleeves of the same shirt he's been wearing for years and fit right in. Walking through the crowded pub, I can see girls giggling to each other and glancing at him. 

“Brother!!!” Blake gets up with a beaming smile to give me a hug. “Big city man these days.” 

“Hey.” I pat him on the back before we sit down. “Yeah, it's crazy. How are you?”

“Oh, I'm alright. Just trying to clean my life up a bit. I'm teaching guitar at the conservatory now so I think soon I'll be able to put Betty to rest.” 

“About time.” I flag the bartender down for a beer. “What made you come down here?” 

“Needed a change of scenery. And to see an old friend.” Blake smiles at me, and this time I detect a bit of sadness behind his hazel eyes. “Felt like we left things a bit unfinished last time and well, I’m still sorry about that.”

The bartender hands me my drink and I lift it to cheers with Blake. “What's the phrase? Let bygones be bygones?” 

“You were the nerd, not me.” 

“Hey, I'm a model now, Professor Blake. Who's the nerd now?” It was nice to talk to someone familiar after meeting new faces all week. 

After we hung out at the pub for a while, I asked him where he was staying. When I found out that he was going to stay on a couch in an Airbnb, I offered for him to stay at my place. 

“It's still a couch, but it's closer to town.” I shrug, watching Blake wink at the two girls that have been eyeing him all night. “No other guests. I don't want your jizz on my couch.”

Blake focuses his eyes on me and grins. “Deal. I'm on a break from chicks anyways.” 

When we get back to my place, I get the extra set of blankets that my mom had me pack out of the closet and set it up on the couch. 

“Flowers huh?” Blake looks at the floral pattern on the blanket. “So I guess you still aren’t getting laid.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” I toss him the pillow. “I've gotten my fair share here.” 

“Guys don't count,” Blake says as he throws the pillow onto the couch. 

“Who said they were guys? And why don't they count?” 

“Gay guys are easy. They're always down to fuck. With girls, you have to have a little game and I see that you still have none.”

I think it amuses Blake to piss me off. I hate that what he said had some truth to it and it just made me more mad. 

“Whatever,” I say. “If you don't need anything else, I'm going to bed.”

“Oh come on dude, don't be mad. Just spitting some truth here.” Blake chuckles. 

“I have to get up early tomorrow,” I state shortly. My mood has been completely shot. 

“Alright alright, I'm sorry. I apologize!” Blake holds his hands up in innocence before getting closer to me. “New York girls into muscles?”

Before I can reply, Blake puts me in a headlock and gives me a noogie.

“Hey! Fuck off!” I grunt as I fight him back. He always does this and him being the taller man puts me at a disadvantage. His laughter right beside my ear is driving me insane with anger. “Fuck… OFF!”

I managed to rip his arm off me. With a big push, Blake stumbles backwards and lands on the couch. 

“God damn, you're getting stronger all the time.” Blake’s mischievous grin flashes at me.

If he wants it, he's going to get it.

The blood is pumping so hard in my veins. 

I walk up to him and grab his ankles, pulling his tall body down onto the floor. 

“Whoa!” His annoying grin is gone. 

“This is what you want, isn't it?” I growl as I take off my pants. I was already growing hard from the adrenaline rush and I was ready to teach him again to not fuck with me. “On your knees.”

Blake stares up at me from the floor while I stretch out my long hardening cock. 

“On your knees!” I shout at him. I see the shock register in his face and he scrambles to take off his jeans. When he gets on all 4’s, I quickly get behind him and rub my cock head at his hole. “Isn’t this what you want?”

“Yeah…”

“You came all this way to piss me off so you can get fucked again?” My dick is so hard remembering how his hole used to throb around my shaft. I spit downwards and use my cock head to spread it on his hole. “Say it!”

“Just give me what I want, Louis.” Blake says, facing away from me. 

This little fucker 

He thinks he can get away with fucking anything.

I pull his ankles again forcefully and his knees collapse as I drag him. Shoving my cock between his cheeks, I make my demand again in his right ear.

“Say it. Or you're not going to get it.” His wavy blond hair tickles my nose.

“Fine,” Blake gasps. “I want you to fuck me.” 

That's right. 

I grind on his crack, spreading my precum and spit on his hole. 

“No one’s ever fucked you like I have, isn't that right?”

“Louis…”

I find the perfect angle where my hard cock points right at his hole. 

“Isn't that right?” I grunt as I pierce through him. 

“Ohh!! Ohhh!” His hole throbs around me. 

“Your hole wants me so bad.” I grab his long blond hair and pull it back roughly. He whines as I sink in

And in

And in

“Uhhh…” The guttural moan from his throat lets me know I've hit the right spot. “Oh god…”

“Say my name,” I pant in his ear. His hole is twitching uncontrollably on me. 

“Dude….fuck me….”

I push his head down onto the carpet, annoyed that he can't follow instructions even in this state. If he's not going to listen to orders, then I'll have to make him.

I lift my right foot and stretch it toward his face. 

“UhHhhHhH!” I can feel his hole being stretched out by my new position. Fucking asshole. Came here to use my cock like I'm a fucking toy. With the left side of his face glued to the carpet, his mouth open in pleasure as he takes my big dick. 

Fucker 

I plant my right foot on his face, stepping down on him while pumping my hips. 

“Oh god!  Oh god! Oh fuck!” Blake grunts under the sole of my foot. 

“Say. My. Name!” I say between grunts. I rip off my t-shirt, feeling the relief of my sweat evaporating. 

“Louis! Oh god! Ah! Ah!”

“You dirty fucking slut! Came here. For. Fucking. Cock!” I pound at him, making sure to rub my toys in his smug face.

“Louis! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh god!”

“Say! You! Want! It!” I roar while fucking him as 

Hard

As

I 

Can

“I love your big cock! I love your big… oh fuck don't stop don't stop don't stop!”

His hole throbs around me! 

“AHHHhHHHh!” His pulsing hole is making me really close. I take it out of him in one swift motion and start to jerk off. 

“Ah!” I spray, jetting one shot to his shoulder and then splattering on his cheeks. My foot slides off his face in the process 

“Louis…”

I jam my cock back into his used hole.

“Oh!” His hole clamps around my shaft. I keep it in there while he whimpers and accepts my long dick stretching his loosened hole out. 

“Got what you came from?” I pant. My cock is sensitive but I don't want to take it out yet. 

“Yeah.” Blake lets out a big sigh of relief. “Thanks man. Oh god…”