The Tease - Part 5 (Final)

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

“My mom’s outside” David said, one eye barely open as he tried to sober himself up. “Are you ready?”

Across the room, Dylan sat wearing only a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. His muscular legs were spread apart, and if I cocked my head slightly, I would have had a perfect view. The only problem was that Megan Blake sat on his knee, her arm wrapped around his neck and her hand hidden somewhere out of sight.

“Dude” David pressed, nudging me, “do you want a ride home or not?”

It had been almost an hour since Dylan sat down opposite me. At first I thought nothing of it, but now I was certain that he’d sat there on purpose. Every so often his perfect eyes glanced over at me. It usually happened as Megan began to kiss him, and he’d hold my gaze whilst trailing his hands across her body. Whether he knew that I was leaking furiously into my underwear or not, I wasn’t sure, but I was sure that he was teasing me yet again.

“I um… I’m gonna finish this” I mindlessly told David, nodding toward my beer, “I’ll walk home after, thanks though”.

“Suit yourself” he hiccuped, and zig-zagged from the house until only the three of us remained.

Had he been serious when he’d told me about his ‘victory load’? Was it an offer, or was he simply telling me of his plans with Megan? Did he want me to watch? Join in, perhaps? At this point, anything would be better than nothing.

I’d already accepted that Dylan had won. As difficult as it was to admit, the young man was endlessly talented, ridiculously good looking, and had some sort of undeniable charm that attracted everybody within a fifty mile radius. Fighting him was becoming too mentally and physically draining, so I’d given up.

“I better go” Megan finally said, as they shared one more kiss. She shot me a bitter look, as though I was the reason she was leaving, and got to her feet. Dylan kept his eyes on me, smiling as he did the same, and followed her toward the door. A moment later, it opened and closed, and Dylan returned.

He didn’t say anything as he strolled across the swanky living room. He opened a beer, gulped down half of it and returned to his seat.

How had I gotten myself to this point? How had this young man made me question everything about myself? He spread his legs again, dropped his muscular arms over each arm of the chair, and grinned at me like he knew he’d won.

“So you’ve decided to stay”.

I didn’t answer him. There was no need. It was quite obvious that I was staying now, given that we were the only two left. His eyes trailed my body and he took another sip.

“I have to admit, Adrian” he said, “I expected more of a fight”.

“You want me to fight you?”

He laughed and shook his head slowly. “No, I think we both know who’d win that one. I thought you’d struggle more than this, but now I’m beginning to think that you’re as into this as I am”.

“Into what?” I asked, because I was tired of his mind games.

“This” he whispered, and I watched as he slowly slipped off each of his shoes, followed tantalisingly by his shirt. “Us” he added, and ran his hand down his stone hard abs as I watched with glassy eyes. He reached the waistband of his shorts and slipped a couple of fingers inside as he held my gaze.

I was already hard but my erection was hidden safely. I swallowed and forced myself to scoff.

“I told you already” I said, barely able to keep it together, “I’m not gay”.

“Then why are you still here?”

Dylan got back to his feet and began to walk toward me as my heart pounded. There was no urgency in his movements. It was like he was playing a game with me.

“You act like such a tough guy, Adrian” he said, coming closer. “You think you’re a big shot, don’t you?”

I felt my body begin to tremble. His words were like caramel.

“You pretend that you’re this confident, cool, charismatic guy, but really” he smirked, “you’re just a little boy”.

“Am I?” I managed to say, a flash of anger rushing through me as I got to my feet. “You think I’m little, huh?”

We faced off in the middle of his living room. Our noses almost touching as we glared at each other. The warmth of his body and the warmth of mine mixed together, and I waited for the fight to begin.

“Yeah” he whispered, his breath washing over me, “I do”.

“And what are you gonna do about it?”

“You really wanna find out?” He hissed.

“Try me”.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”.

Dylan wrapped his fist around the front of my shirt and dragged me the final step closer to him. I was endlessly impressed by his strength, but now he had me in his grasp. I took a breath as he held me against his solid chest, but instead of hitting me, he pushed his lips to mine for the third time, and this time I wanted it.

He drove me backwards onto the sofa and ripped my shirt over my head as he fell down on top of me. The kiss became sloppy as his tongue explored my mouth and his hands grasped at my clothes. Instinctively, my own fingertips trailed his sharp muscle as I ran my own hands across his naked torso.

Dylan grabbed my pants and dragged them down my thighs as he continued to shove his tongue into my mouth, and all I could do was gasp as he closed his hand around my bulge.

I had no idea how we’d gotten to this point in such a short space of time. Only a couple of weeks ago I didn’t even know this guy, and now he was kissing me, and touching me in places that I never expected another man to ever touch. I shivered as he squeezed my cock, and finally found the courage to search for his through his shorts.

“I knew you wanted this” he grinned, as I tugged on his heavy tool which was still relatively soft. “You’ve been playing hard to get, Adrian”.

“You’ve been playing hard to want, Dylan” I replied, squeezing him until he groaned.

For a moment, we simply stared as we held each other’s most sensitive parts. What would Sandy think if she found out? What would Megan think? What would the guys think?

“Fuck them” Dylan whispered, as though he’d read my mind, and after a quick scramble, the two of us were naked.

His hand grabbed mine, and suddenly I was being dragged through the house. Our cocks flopped and bounced, though mine was considerably harder as we took the stairs and entered a dark bedroom which was almost certainly Dylan’s. He slammed the door, grabbed my throat and shoved me against the wall, and I wasn’t one bit upset about it when Dylan kissed me again.

Naked, the kiss felt more intimate. For the first time, I returned the favour and plunged my own tongue into him. He closed his lips around it, sucking as his cock hardened against mine, and grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the wall above my head as our fiery kiss burned hotter.

“Nobody can know” I finally moaned, breaking the most amazing kiss I’d ever had. He stared at me for a moment before a smile curled his lip.

“Why?” He whispered, taking hold of my cock, “are you scared?”

“I’m not scared” I gasped, squirming with pleasure as he slowly stroked me. “I just don’t want people to know”.

“So you’re a pussy, huh?”

“Fuck you”.

“Fuck me? How about fuck you”.

With ease, Dylan spun me around and held my cheek against the cold wall. His forearm pressed down on the back of my neck as though I was being arrested, until his warm finger slid between my ass cheeks.

“So you want to be my dirty little secret, Adrian?” He breathed in my ear, pushing his fingertip against my most private area.

I couldn’t answer him anymore. My cock dripped pre-cum onto his floor as he slipped inside me, and although I’d never put anything in my ass before, the feeling made my legs shake.

“Yeah” he continued, prodding deeper, “my secret little cock sucker”.

I was on my knees before I could even realise it. Dylan was rough, but in a somehow gentle way. I grabbed hold of his steel hard thighs as his fingers stroked through my hair, and watched as he jerked his delicious looking cock inches from my face.

I became hungry for it. Maybe I was his little cock sucker, because the idea was becoming increasingly appealing.

“Yeah, that’s it” he hissed, as I took him in my hand and closed my lips around his bulbous cock head. “Aw fuck yeah”.

His taste was phenomenal. The sharp, tangy, salty flavour of his pre-cum as it dripped onto my tongue and down my throat made me shiver, and it took only seconds before I gagged on him.

My eyes watered as his cock slipped deeper into my throat, but I didn’t care. It felt like something had been unleashed in me, and all I wanted was to pleasure this cocky, arrogant prick.

“You seem hungry” he moaned, thrusting into me. “Why don’t you get on my bed and I’ll feed that tight little hole of yours”.

The words made my head spin. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to allow Dylan to do this? He was supposed to be my enemy, and yet here I was, considering whether or not to allow him to fuck me.

I looked up at him, his cock still buried in my throat, and he grinned down.

“I like you a lot better like this” he said, his thumb rubbing my cheek, “keeps you quiet, at least”.

I scowled, but Dylan laughed, and in that moment I decided that Dylan could fuck my brains out as often and as hard as he wanted.

“Arch your back” he told me, when I’d crawled onto his bed and presented him with my virgin hole. “I like it better like that” he whispered, pushing the centre of my shoulder blades down until I felt like a total slut. “And spread your legs so I can see that cock”.

I obeyed him, and he took hold of my boner from behind and slowly stroked it as he squirted lube down my eager ring.

“You like that?” He asked, slipping a finger into me as he jerked me. I could only moan in response as he dug a second one in. “I’m gonna fill you up, Adrian” he said, quickening his pace as electricity washed through my insides. “You ready for my victory load?”

“Yes!” I moaned, sweating now.

“Huh? I can’t hear you”.

“Yes!”

“Say it like you mean it”.

“YES!”

Dylan crawled onto the bed behind me, releasing my throbbing cock as he pushed his one against my wet, slippery hole and held my hips.

“You sure you’re ready?” He asked, and I nodded eagerly.

I had no idea what to expect, but I didn’t care anymore. Dylan had made me fall in love with him and I didn’t know how, but what did it matter now, anyway?

“Oh fuck” I whimpered, as my hole began to stretch around his meat. The pain lasted for only a minute before pleasure took over, and as Dylan started to fuck me, I wondered why it had taken me so long to find this.

“That feels so good” I almost cried, feeling his long cock slide in and out of my rectum.

“Right?” He grinned from behind, quickening his pace.

My eyes rolled backwards as the fucking continued. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel about being Dylan’s very own cock sleeve, but I wasn’t bothered, either. Who knew that being on the receiving end of a cock could be so breathtakingly amazing?

Five minutes turned to ten, and ten to twenty. We were both breathless and sweaty, and the sounds in the room had turned wet as we both oozed pre-cum.

Dylan leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my chest. His muscular legs pushed mine even wider apart, and he pounded me like a wild animal.

“I’m gonna cum in you” he snarled, ramming me harder, “so deep, man. So fucking deep!”

He gasped out in my ear. His balls pressed hard against my ass, and I was almost certain that I felt his cock expand inside me. Just as it happened, my own balls tightened, and an orgasm like I’ve never experienced in my life began to burn through me.

“Oh my god!” I moaned, as sperm started to gush from my cock onto his bed.

He moaned, too. I felt my bowels fill with warm, thick cum as he emptied himself inside me, and for every shot he added into my used hole, I added one to his bed.

Finally, after almost thirty minutes of solid fucking, Dylan’s cock slipped out of me, and he fell down onto the bed. I remained in place for a moment, watching as he caught his breath, until finally our eyes met.

“That’s the best ass I’ve ever had” he gasped, wiping sweat from his forehead.

“Yeah” I nodded, also breathless, “so maybe you’re not the best at everything after all”.

He grinned at me, I grinned back, and our bitter rivalry had finally come to an end.