The Guest Room – Chapter 3: Payback

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 3: Payback

The living room was dim, the only light coming from the flickering glow of the TV screen. Riley and I sat on opposite ends of the couch, a shared blanket draped loosely over our laps. It was supposed to be just another movie night. Ever since he moved in, even on days when we were fighting, it had been common for us to end up on the couch, not even talking, just hanging, and eventually sharing a blanket. But, the air between us was charged tonight, like the calm before a storm. Neither of us had mentioned the pranks or what had happened in the bedroom a few nights ago. It hung there, unspoken but impossible to ignore.

As the movie played, I couldn’t help but notice how close he was sitting. His knee brushed against mine every time he shifted, sending a small signal to my brain. I thought back to the other night when he got off inside me, his body weight on me, and how far we had gone. I tried to focus on the screen, but my attention kept drifting to him. He smelled like fresh soap and something warm, a scent that was becoming uncomfortably familiar. I could see the outline of his body under the blanket — his broad shoulders, the way his arm rested casually on the back of the couch, his fingers tapping absently against the fabric. It was like there was something more to say. There had to be. He literally fucked me as a “prank”. I hadn’t even had sex with a girl yet. Riley’s prank was better than any jerking off sesh I had ever had.

The scene on the TV shifted, and suddenly, there it was — a graphic sex scene. A girl’s big titties were showing, almost including the nipple. She even gasped and moaned a bit as a guy’s muscular ass was bouncing on top of her, implicitly shoving his dick inside, deeply. The room felt smaller, the air heavier. My pulse quickened, and I could feel the heat creeping up my neck. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Riley glance at me, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His hand shifted under the blanket, right at his crotch. 

“Guess they’re not wasting any time,” he said, his voice teasing.

I chuckled nervously, trying to play it cool, but my mind was racing. The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel it building with every passing second. My hand twitched under the blanket, and before I could stop myself, I reached out and brushed it against his thigh.

He froze, his eyes flicking down to where my hand was resting. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear.

“What are you doing?” he whispered, with a mix of curiosity and something more driven, wanting.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I let my hand slide further up his thigh, my fingers grazing the fabric of his shorts. His breath hitched, and I could feel the tension in his body as he resisted the urge to pull away. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I didn’t stop.

“That girl would be really handy right now,” I muttered, barely above a whisper, “she could jerk us off.” I raised an eyebrow.

He let out a low laugh, but there was something strained about it, like he was trying to hold back. 

“You’re a freak,” he said, but he didn’t push me away.

My fingers found the hem of his shorts, and I slipped my hand inside, my knuckles brushing against his junk. He was hard, the heat of him sending a shiver down my spine. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the weight of him in my palm.

“Girls” I mumbled, “girls want to suck your big cock.”

He groaned, low and guttural, his head falling back against the couch. His hand shot up to grip my wrist, but he didn’t pull me away. Instead, he guided me, his fingers tightening around mine as I started to stroke him. 

“Girls wanna peg you too,” I whispered into his ear.

“I love pegging vids,” he replied quickly, and pulled his shorts down past his knees with his free hand.

We laughed for a moment–he just admitted he liked pegging porn, and he was fully exposed now. Even though he ended up putting it up inside me the other day, I never actually saw it hard this close up, and it really was a mega cock. I laughed again, but it came out shaky, my own spinning mind making it hard to focus. My hand began moving faster, without me even thinking about it, and his hips started jerking in response. His breathing grew ragged, and I could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tightened under my touch.

Suddenly, he reached over and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me down until our lips were inches apart. I could feel his breath, warm and uneven, against my skin.

“I can suck it,” I whispered out of nowhere, without even thinking about it, my voice barely audible. But, he heard it.

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, but when he gave the slightest, barely perceptible nod, I didn’t hesitate. I slid off the couch and onto my knees in front of him, my hands trembling as I pulled his shorts down to his ankles. He was even bigger from this angle. His thick thighs looked like they could crush me with the faintest attempt. His cock was intimidating, but since I took him in my ass the other day, I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I leaned in, my lips brushing against the head of his cock, and I could taste the salty pre-cum as it landed on my tongue.

He let out a strangled moan, his hand tightening in my hair as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around him. The sound of his breathing filled the room, mingling with the soft hum of the TV. Every flick of my tongue, every movement of my mouth seemed to drive him wild, his hips bucking against me as he fought to keep control.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “You’re—”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he pulled me up, his lips crashing against mine in a desperate kiss. The mix of our arousal was overwhelming. His hands were everywhere, touching, exploring my sides and my ass, my head and my shoulders, as if he couldn’t get enough.

“Come on,” he muttered against my lips, his voice barely coherent. “Let’s go to your room.”

I didn’t argue. I couldn’t. My mind was a blur of heat and need, the only coherent thought being that I wanted more. I wanted whatever this was.

I left my shorts on the floor in the living room, and we stumbled down the hall, our hands fumbling with pretending to hide our dicks as we went, giggling like little boys. I closed the door, turned around, and he was standing nose to nose with me.

His breath on my face sent a shiver down my spine. My hands found his cock again, stroking him as he started to press against me.

“You have a nice, big cock, dude,” I murmured, losing my inhibitions further. He melted into me a bit and pressed his face in my neck. 

I pushed him onto the bed, my hands exploring his body, like I was searching for the girl parts on him, but finding pecs and a cock instead. His butt was a feminine, perky, muscular pair of cheeks. He was trembling as I pressed my palms around his body, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. I could feel the heat of him against my skin, the way his body responded to my touch. I climbed up and looked down at him.

“You’re taking a big step here,” I muttered, my voice strained.

He nodded, his eyes torn between rolling and staring at my cock jutting out from my body over him. “I know,” he muttered, almost to himself.

I reached for the lube in my nightstand drawer, my hands trembling as I slicked myself up. He watched me, his eyes never leaving mine as I lifted his legs and positioned myself to enter him.

“You sure?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

He nodded again. “You ended up doing it for me, don’t wanna feel like I owe you one.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Plus,” he continued, “It seemed like you liked it, and I was curious.”

Right before I started to push inside, I had to ask, “Have you ever really watched pegging porn?”

“Yeah,” he said, “Trans stuff too–It’s cool–you should watch it.”

“I will,” I said quietly. His breath hitched as I started to push inside. The tension was palpable, the heat between us almost unbearable. Every movement sent a wave of pleasure through me, the way his body yielded to mine making my head spin. He took it better than I had, and he kept leaning into me another inch when he was ready for more of me inside him.

“You feel so good,” I muttered breathily, I grabbed his big hammer cock, rock hard and pointing at the bed, “your cock is so big.”

He laughed, but it was strained, his body trembling under my touch. “Don’t make it gay,” he said again, his voice barely a whisper. “Pretend to be a girl.”

I started to actually laugh, rolling my eyes, and pressed into him harder. If he didn’t realize what this was yet, I would make his body know.

He groaned, his hands gripping my hips as he pulled me closer. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the soft rustle of the sheets as we moved together. Every thrust, every movement felt like it was pushing us closer to the edge, the tension building until it was almost too much to bear.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice strained. “I’m—”

He didn’t finish what he was saying. Instead, he came as I held his shaft firmly, his body trembling under mine as he spilled between us. The sight of him, the feel of him, pushed me over the edge, my own orgasm crashing over me with a force that left me breathless.

We collapsed together, our bodies tangled in the sheets, my ass facing the ceiling, the room filled with the sound of our breathing. For a long time, neither of us spoke. Then, finally, he broke the silence.

“This is… weird,” he muttered, his voice shaking.

I laughed, but it was strained, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. “Yeah,” I agreed. “But… good weird.”

He didn’t respond, but I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was struggling to process everything. I reached over and grabbed a shirt off my floor, cleaning up my crotch, and then wiping him as best I could before tossing it aside. He just quietly let me wipe up all his cum.

“You okay?” I asked, my voice soft.

He nodded, but there was something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite place. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Just… weird, I guess. Kinda lost lately.”

“Is it your dad?” I asked, my hand on his side.

“He’s a piece of shit,” Riley responded, a note of anger cutting through his emotions.

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I reached over and pulled him close, my arms wrapping around him in a firm embrace. He didn’t resist, his body melting against mine as he buried his face in my neck. His body went from relaxed to having some energy in it, as he started rubbing my back.

“We’re just jerking off together,” he muttered, his voice muffled against my skin, then he chuckled to himself, “Plus butt fucking.”

I laughed, the sound sharp and sudden, but it felt good. “Right,” I agreed. “Nothing gay about that.”

He didn’t respond, but I could feel the tension in his body start to ease. We stayed like that for a long time, the silence between us comfortable in a way it hadn’t been before.

“Sorry bro,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “For overstepping. I didn’t mean for it to turn into… this.”

I nodded, my hand running a figure eight on his back. “I know,” I said. “It’s… complicated.”

He didn’t respond, but I could feel the weight of his words, the way they hung in the air between us. For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then, finally, he broke the silence.

“Can I stay in here tonight?” he asked, his voice soft.

I nodded, my arms tightening around him. “Yeah,” I said. “Of course.”

He didn’t respond, but I could feel the tension in his body start to ease. We stayed like that for a long time, the silence between us comfortable in a way it hadn’t been before.

“Kinda gay, bro,” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It kinda is.”

He didn’t respond, but I could feel the tension in his body start to ease. We stayed like that for a long time, the silence between us comfortable in a way it hadn’t been before.

"Goodnight," he whispered, his breath warm against my neck.

"Goodnight," I replied, my voice barely audible.

In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would bring. The weight of what we'd done hung heavy in the air, but for the first time, it didn't feel like something to run from. It felt like something to explore.