This is part of Samuel's story.
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I lay in his arms, both of us with barely two hours of sleep. The night before had worn us both out. I would say I did more work than he did, but if I'm being honest, he did most of the work, and trust me, what Timothy did to me was a job well done.
While it was my first time having sex of any kind, it was Tim's first time with a guy, so in a way, we both lost our virginity. With the way Timmy worked me over, it was most definitely not his first time to have sex.
"Today is going to be hell," Timmy said with a sigh.
"You going to be alright?" I asked as I lay half on, half off of him.
My leg thrown over his, my foot caressing his as he lay on his back, propped up with the many pillows on my bed.
"I'm going to have to be. So, your tits are growing," I could hear the mischievousness in his voice, typical senior, I thought to myself.
"That's what the university doc says, so I guess they are," I replied in a soft tone, almost as if I were sharing a secret.
Not to be outdone my hand had gone from running my fingers through the hair over his tight muscular abs now down to holding his semi erect cock. It felt good in my hand; I knew if I kept stroking it even at a slow pace, it would get hard and I would have to do something about it.
The last thing I wanted was for Timmy to get the urge to fuck me one more time.
My cherry had been popped once and then battered most of the night before he finally let me go to sleep. It was beaten and bruised. The last thing I wanted was more of the same.
I let go of his cock and went back to his abs.
"I want you wearing a bra if they're going to grow more than they already are. I don't want anyone staring at your tits, they're mine now."
"Oh, are they?" I responded with a chuckle.
"Yes, and I'm giving you a pass. The next time you hold my cock be ready to give me some more pussy. Now, get up and start some coffee. I'm jumping in the shower."
And just like that, I was told what was what, and that's how my day began.
Tim had told me that he could not promise me anything. His father and brothers were who they were, and they weren't going to change for me or anyone else. A bunch of redneck homophobes is what they are.
But at least he did tell me that he cared too much for me to hurt me. He also told me that he was selfish and he wouldn't be able to handle knowing that I was with anyone else. Ever.
"I'm not going to apologize for that, Sam, that's just the way it is, and if you can't handle that, then maybe we should go our separate ways."
It had been early in the night when he whispered those words in my ear as he spooned me right after giving me the most intense orgasm that I'd ever experienced, all I could do was nod yes to him.
In fact, I didn't even digest all of what he said at the time that he said it. Maybe because I was trying to close my gaping hole so as not to allow his cum to drool out of me.
But now, as I hurried back to the bathroom wearing only his t-shirt after starting the coffee maker, it popped into my head. I was embarrassed because the minute I sat down on the toilet, I started passing air.
