I felt something heavy over me. I wasn’t sure why.

I tried to roll over, but I couldn’t.

“I warned you.”

My eyes shot open, and I stared up at Asher.

“What are you doing?” I asked, confused.

He straddled my waist, and he had his blanket draped around his shoulders.

“I told you to take the bed,” he stated, “You didn’t listen.”

“I was trying to be nice.”

“Shut up!” he growled.

I stared up, feeling worried.

“People aren’t just nice for no reason,” he hissed, “What do you want from me?”

“What?” I asked, “I don’t want anything.”

“Liar!” his hands landed on either side of my head, and his face was only an inch or two away.

“I don’t even know you,” I stated, “I don’t want anything.”

“If you knew me,” he shook his head, “You’re a terrible liar.”

I didn’t understand.

“You claim to be writing a story,” he hissed, “You’re just another one of them, aren’t you?”

“Another one of who?” I demanded.

What the hell was he talking about?

“You’re just like the man that brought me here!” he growled, “If you want to fuck me so bad….”

“Hold on,” I held my hands up, “What the hell are you talking about?”

He looked down at me for a minute before looking horrified.

“You really…”

“I am really confused,” I confessed.

 His head rested on my chest, “I thought you were one of the men he knew.”

I just laid still.

Was he here willingly?

“Do you want to be here?” I asked, “Or were you forced?”

“Who wants to be alone in the middle of nowhere?” he demanded, “I didn’t have a choice.”

“How long have you been here?” I asked him.

He was silent.

“Asher?” I asked.

He sat up to look at me.

“Hey,” I said, sitting up and taking his face into my hands, “How long have you been here?”

He stared back at me, “A few years.”

I felt my heart drop.

He inched forward, “If you wanted to fuck me, I wouldn’t mind.”

I looked back at him, “You are supposed to save your body for someone you love.”

“Too late for that,” he rolled his eyes.

“I barely know you,” I stated.

“Yeah,” he pushed my hands away, “So you keep saying.”

“I just,” I looked to the side, “I’ve never been in a situation like this before.”

He looked at me, “Are you a virgin?”

I glared at him, “No.”

“Then why are you acting like one?”

“Because I won't have sex with you?” I demanded.

“No one said anything about sex,” he pointed out, “I said fuck.”

I laid back down, feeling exhausted, “No.”

“I took you in,” he said, “I didn’t have to do that.”

I felt a pain in my chest, “I can leave if you want.”

“No,” he said, “I want to know how a real man feels inside of me.”

“Who says I’m a real man?” I asked.

He ground his hips down, and I instantly felt myself react.

“You have a dick, don’t you?” he asked.

“So do you,” I stated.

“But I am not a real man,” he said as if it were a fact.

I felt his hand travel down. My hand dropped down to stop him.

“I’m not a bad lay,” he said.

“Stop!” I growled, “Have a little more respect for yourself.”

He looked back at me before scowling.

“Do you think I throw myself at other men that show up?” he hissed.

I sighed, not wanting to argue with him.

“Once,” he said, “And you don’t even have to do anything.”

“And if I don’t want to?” I asked.

“I’ll beg.”

“Why?” I hissed.

“Because I…” he looked to the side, “I just….”

“You don’t even know,” I stated.

“Is it bad to want somebody?” he asked, “I am socially inept, but I don’t care.”

I just looked up at him.

“I used to care. I used to wish someone would find me,” he said, “And you came, even though I thought you were one of them.”

“Clearly, I’m not.”

“Please,” he begged, “Just let me make you feel good.”

“No.”

He looked down, and I think I broke. Tears were pouring down his face, and he looked fragile.

The light from the dimming fire made him look like an old painting.

“Asher,” I said, “I’m not gay.”

“You can pretend I’m a girl.”

“I don’t want to pretend,” I groaned, “I just….”

I didn’t know, but I did know I wanted him to stop being so sad.

“Do you really want this?” I asked.

He looked at me and nodded.

“I don’t know what to do,” I informed.

“I can do it,” he said, “You don’t have to do anything.”

I sat up, “As if I would just lie back and let you do it.”

“Would you prefer if I left my shirt on?” he asked, looking away.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up before he had the chance to protest.

“There will be no fucking,” I stated, “This will be sex.”

He nodded as he looked back at me.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked me.

I didn’t know how I felt about that, but I nodded.

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pressed his lips to mine softly.

I was surprised. It didn’t feel any different from kissing a girl.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. He let out a low sound, and he kissed me harder.

I opened my mouth to rub my tongue over his, tasting him.

Once I did, I didn’t want to stop.

He tasted like something sweet, and like warmth itself.

I kissed him until I couldn’t breathe. I had to pull back.

He looked at me as he tried to catch his breath.

“I’m already naked,” I stated, “It’s your turn.”

He nodded as he quickly got to his feet and fumbled with his pants.

I grabbed hold of the fabric and pulled it down, and I was greeted by a rock-hard cock.

He stepped out of his pants and dropped to his knees beside me.

“Now what?” I asked.

He smiled sheepishly as he laid on the ground.

“You climb on top of me.”

I unwrapped the blanket that had been keeping me warm, and I pulled it over my back once I got to my knees.

He stared at me, and I could see the red on his face, as well as on other places.

I put myself between his legs and stared down at his body.

He was girly. Clearly not a girl, but his body was slim and very tempting.

He looked soft to the touch, and his body curved in all the right places.

I placed a kiss on his stomach as I made my way up. He shivered under me.

I made sure to leave a few light bites on his neck before returning to his lips.

“Do we need lube?” I asked between kisses.

He shook his head, “I tried to do it myself earlier, so I’m good to go.”

I nodded quickly before dropping my hand. I had to get myself harder.

I stroked myself just a little as I stared at him, and it didn’t take much before I was ready.

I heard him whimper low once I was at my full length. It pressed against his thigh.

“Please hurry,” he whined.

I moved back a little so that I could see what I was doing.

His legs moved further apart as I stared between his legs.

“It goes in my ass,” he stated.

“I know where it goes,” I hissed.

His knees came closer together, and he forced them up as his hands came down to spread his cheeks apart.

“Please,” he said, “Don’t stop now.”

The sight before me was a little mind-blowing.

I tried to stop thinking as I forced myself inside of him, and he moaned.

I had to move in and out a few times before I could completely fit.

“Nelson,” he moaned long.

I spread his legs apart as I pushed myself into him.

A low girly sound came from him.

“Does that feel good?” I asked.

He didn’t hesitate to tell me how it felt. He nodded furiously.

I moved in and out of him a few more times before I remembered that dick between us, his dick. I took it in my hand, and he whimpered.

I just held it in my hand, not moving it, and he shook under me.

“Do you want me to jerk you off?”

He nodded, “Please.”

I tightened my grip before I slowly pulled my hand up.

He gasped, and I wanted to hear more.

I moved my hand in time with my thrusts, and I barely had time to do anything else before he came.

He moaned loudly, almost a holler. His seed ended up all over his stomach.

I kept moving, and I watched him. He looked like he was really enjoying himself.

He made me enjoy this more.

I began to come in harder, and with each thrust, I got a small gasp from him.

It didn’t take much longer for me to shoot my seed into him.

He came a second time. He looked worn out.

I leaned over him, “Are you alright.”

He looked like he was in a daze.

“Asher?”

His hands came up to cup my face, and he pulled me down to meet his lips.

I kissed him hungrily. I don’t remember feeling this good with a girl.

I didn’t warn him before I started to move my hips again.

He wrapped his arms around me as I moved into him. This time my goal was to get him to come again as well as myself. I was sure before that one would be too much, now it doesn’t seem like enough.

“I told you,” he gasped between kisses.

“Told me what?” I asked, practically out of breath.

“You were,” he gasped, “A real man.”

I felt strangely pleased by his words.

I thrust into him a few more times before feeling him stiffen under me as his semen ended up on both of us. To be honest, I didn’t care. I just wanted him to feel good.

It was my turn to climax as I thrust back in, burying myself deep into him to release myself.

I let out a satisfied moan.

/// //// ///

I got the strange feeling that someone was staring at me.

I turned my head before opening my eyes.

There stood a pissed off looking Asher.

“What?” I asked.

He showed me a book, my book to be more specific.

“You wrote about how we first met?” he growled.

I shrugged, “I told you why I was out there.”

“I didn’t think that would be what you wrote about!”

It’s been a while since then, about two years, actually.

“It didn’t happen anything like that,” he hissed.

“Yes it did,” I stated before yawning.

“You were the one begging,” he stated.

“Not even,” I sat up to look at him, “You were the one on top of me, begging.”
He glared at me, “Well, maybe you can find some more inspiration while you sleep on the floor tonight.”

I smirked at him, “Is that a promise?”

“You can fuck yourself tonight too,” he walked away.

I smiled to myself. I found more than just inspiration out there.

“I love you too,” I said.

All I heard in response was the slam of a door.

A grin spread across my face as I pictured the red adorning his cheeks.