JBL S1E46 | Blake processes his breakup

Everyone is over the age of 18

This is a continuation of the mini story arc. Read the first and second part for the context on Reddit if you haven't yet.

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From Louis' POV

I listen to the ringing on the phone until it cuts to voicemail. Jay didn't pick up.

I wonder if I should dial again. I honestly just wanted to find out if he's okay after the split with Blake. It must have crushed him, poor guy. You don't have to be a genius to see how in love that guy was.

But from the couple of texts I got from Blake, it was Jay that called it. So maybe he wasn't so upset? And plus he called me to control his vibrator.

Something doesn't seem right still.

But he doesn't want to talk. I put my phone down and take off my shirt and cum stained underwear. I need a shower bad after today.

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From Blake's POV, a couple days later

"Yeah yeah yeah come on.." I mutter out as she bobs on my cock. "Deeper..."

She bobs on the tip of my cock, using her hand to grab the thick base

"No.. I said.... " I push her head down "deeper!"

She gags on the thick base and comes off. I grab my slime covered cock and jerk off rapidly to keep the pleasure going

"Come on. I'm gonna nut soon" I bite my lip and jerk off, aiming at her lips

"My jaw hurts" she complains and stretches her mouth

"Just a bit more baby" I rub my cock head on her lips, thrusting my hips a bit off the chair "I'm close"

She shakes her head and frowns

"Fuck" I roll my eyes in exasperation. Can nobody fucking suck dick anymore?

She gets up off the floor and I pull up my underwear over my hard on

"See you later?"

I ignore her and grab my phone to scroll on Snapchat. There's gotta be someone I can blow a load in.

"Asshole" I hear her say as she leaves my room

I scroll up and down, trying to find someone that's online.

Nobody.

I throw my phone at the table in frustration, making a loud clack in the room.

This is all Jay's fucking fault. I'm out of practice with girls cause I've been fucking him for so long and now I can't even cum from a blowjob.

His ass is so tight compared to pussy. And the way he would arch back and open himself up to me so I can go in deep and breed him.

My boner throbs in my pants

I grab it, thinking about fucking Jay hard into the bed. To wreck that fucking hole so no one else can have it. To pull his hair and drill his hole till he fucking shows me some respect.

"Fuck.." I whisper to myself as I get close.

In my head, I turn him around and put his ankles on my shoulders. I fold him in half and plunge in deep.

His eyes widen at me and he grabs my neck with his hands, caressing my stubble with his thumbs as I pound hard into him. His eyes are full of lust and passion and love. His rock hard dick bounces on his abs from my momentum.

The image of him crying jumps suddenly into my mind.

The pain behind his eyes.

The hurt that I've caused him.

I let go of my softening cock and feel the guilt in my stomach.

I really am a fucking asshole. Just like everyone says. I swallow down the tears and open my eyes to see my phone light up.

It's Louis

"You ok dude?" He texts

"Yeah"

"You sure?"

"I said yeah" I text back, already annoyed

"Do you wanna chill here?"

It's better than trying to jerk off again. I haven't gone out in a couple days I think.

"Ok. Be there in a bit"

When I get there, Louis hands me a beer right away. I smile and give him a handshake. Its nice to still have my brother.

We drink and watch the basketball game that's on, and for a second I forget about everything else.

"Chug if he lands another 3 pointer"

"Deal" Louis says from his side of the couch

The fanfare plays as the player lands another incredible shot. I look at Louis and he nods at me and we chug the rest of our beer.

I let out a big burp and sigh contently, the warm buzzy feeling filling my head

"Where you been dude? Haven't seen you at the gym. Well doesn't look like you've been going" He looks at my body. I'm slouched over so I probably look fat as fuck.

"You could shave too you know" He rubs his chin. I have gotten a big straggly the last couple days

"Shut the fuck up" I toss the empty beer can at him and he catches it before crushing it and chucking it in the garbage.

"You ok dude? For real"

I felt a surge of sadness run up from my chest to my throat and all I can do is look forward and nod

"It'll be ok dude" He punches me lightly in the right shoulder

"Have you talked to him?" I look over at him, hoping that he doesn't notice my watery eyes. I want to know how Jay is

He looks straight back at me for a second before nodding and looking down at his knees.

"Look man I have something to tell you"

Motherfucker looks guilty as all hell. I don't need to hear anymore to know what he is going to say. A spike of anger replaces the sadness and I ball up my fists.

"What?" My voice seething with anger.

"He was the one who wanted it" Louis defends himself and I launch myself over the couch to punch him at his words.

He catches my fist and pushes back and I lose all control, flailing and punching however I can. He blocks most of my clumsy movements and pushes me with one swift movement back on the couch.

"You fucking asshole" I spit out, then wiping my mouth with the back of my hand "That's my fucking boy!"

"Not anymore" he says quietly, rubbing his arm where I landed a punch.

I get up to hit him more but he pushes me back down, then grabs on to my wrists. He's so fucking strong. He climbs on top on me and sits on me with his huge muscular legs, trapping me

"That's my boy!" I say while struggling against his tight grip.

"Stop!" He grunts as he holds me down. I thrash around to no avail.

"My... my ....my ...." I run out of gas in my arms to push back and I melt into tears.

I think about the look Jay had on his face as he smelled the perfume on my shirt

The way he looked like he'd be crying all night. Eyes puffy and face pale.

The way his body feels against me in the morning. Or right after a shower. Or when we're falling asleep together.

I cry and I cry, sobbing uncontrollably in my trapped position. He lets go out of my wrists and I double over, crying into his shoulder and chest . Everything I held back comes bursting out, like the channel I've been blocking had exploded.

I don't know how long I cry for, but I finally shudder and let go out a deep sigh as I catch my breath. I completely drenched Louis' white shirt.

I get up and look at his face. He looks... genuinely worried. His hair was ruffled up from our fight and his shirt was ruined from where I pulled it. Still, his chest filled out his shirt better than mine ever could.

I look down at the bruise on his right forearm.

"I'm ...sorry..." I say with a cracked couce

"It's fine" He looks down at me, still straddling me "You ok man?"

I nod and look down at his , looking at the huge wet spot I created on his right lap.

"Sorry" I say again.

"Its alright I'll just change" He gets up and takes off his shirt, showing off his well developed chest. He looks around for some other clothes.

Suddenly I realize I'm rock hard. Really fucking hard.

"Can I fuck you?" I say impulsively. Can't hurt to ask. He spins around in surprise

"What'd you say?! No!"

"Ok. Then fuck me" I take off my pants as I say it. I need to feel something. Right now.

"I don't think that's a ..."

Before he's finished, I have my pants and underwear off, showing him my stiff cock. He raises an eyebrow at me.

I flip over on the couch and expose my hole to him. I close my eyes, wondering if he's going to reject me or...

Then I feel his cock at my entrance. I hear him spit on his cock.

"AhhhhhHhh" I moan out as he penetrates me, gripping onto the couch.

His cock is never ending, stretching my hole as he continues to push in. He spits again and I feel the warm liquid land on my couce

"AhhhhH" I moan out in some pain

"Should I stop?"

"No" I say back immediately, accepting the pain in my ass

He pushes more as I push my head into the couch cushions. I scream out into the fabric as I bottom out on his long cock.

"You ok?" I hear him say distantly

"Mmmm" I moan affirmatively and he begins to fuck me slowly. I feel his long rod slide in and out of me, pushing deep inside me each time.

Each time he pokes something in me, I feel myself relax and give in. And when I relax, he thrusts in faster. He pushes it in me again and I moan, giving up all control to him.

"Mmmm" I whine

"There we go..." He breathes as he gets a bit more rhythm going

I reach down to my cock with my left hand and stroke, igniting the pleasure everywhere in my body.

"Oh my god..." I moan out into the couch, feeling that monster cock slide easily in and out of me.

"What do you want?" Louis pants out

"Deeper" I say instinctively. He dives in and I space out for a moment, feeling completely overwhelmed and filled up. I groan a sound inhuman. My thoughts of hurting Jay vanishes

He keeps it in deep and pushes at my walls, and I can feel his pubes scratching my ass. My arms and legs tingle and I break out into a full body sweat. I grip at the couch tightly

"That good huh?" He pushes deep inside me again, thrusting in as deep as possible and forcing me to groan out. I feel both humiliated and turned on at how much I'm enjoying it. I want him to keep fucking me. Keep fucking the bad feelings out of me.

"MmmMmm" I whine out while stroking my cock furiously, trying to amplify the pleasure.

"Say it"

No. I can't. I ignore him and push my head down. I arch my back like I've seen Jay do, giving him more room to enter me.

He pulls out completely, leaving me empty. Too empty. The slight pain below fades and leaves a stinging lonely pain. No! Not now!

"Say it" I hear his demanding tone behind me

"Dude come on. I'm close" I keep stroking, the satisfying pleasure now gone. I'm not going to cum without his dick.

"Say it then. Tell me you need my cock"

I can't. I stroke, trying to get closer. But I can't do that either. The pleasure stagnantes

"I need your cock!" I say out finally in frustration and I hear Louis sniff out in amusement before he slides his cock back into me.

"AhhhHhH!!" I moan, face down into the cushion.

He fucks me hard and fast and I stroke, now feeling the overwhelming tingles in my body again. I see a bit of white as he pounds me into oblivion. My moans are cut apart by his powerful thrusts.

This is it! My heart rate explodes as he pounds forcefully into me, pushing into the spot that makes my brain go blank.

"Oh my god..." I'm so close. So fucking close! "Oh my GOD!"

"Say it!" He grunts out between his thrusts.

"I love your cock! I love your cock! Fuck me!!" I shout into the couch. He pounds me relentlessly. The pressure intensifies in my crotch.

"I'm cumming... I'm cumming ...!" I moan desperately into the couch as I start shooting. "I'm cumming...." I repeat in a moan and he fucks me hard.

I feel tons of tension release from my body and go out through my cock, amplified by his huge cock stretching my hole. He pounds me hard, so hard that my face chafes against the couch fabric as his momentum moves me.

"AhhhHhHhh" I moan out high pitched with gritted teeth as I explode over the couch "oh Jesus! ... too much..." I whine out as he continues pounding my loosened hole for a couple seconds until he thrusts in deep with loud animalistic cry.

He sighs in relief and pulls out.

I stay in my position, one knee on the floor and one knee half way up the couch. My hole is sore as it pulses involuntarily at suddenly being left stretched out.

I needed that bad. I swallow, and keep my head down

"You ok dude?"

"Yeah.. can you just give me...a minute"

"Yeah I'll go shower.. the paper towel is ... I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to say all that shit... it just felt right in the ..."

I shake my head without looking back at him, keeping my head in the couch.

I hear him walk away and I lay on my stomach on the couch.

I miss Jay.

Do I call him?