Summer at 21
“Hmm… Wait, Kaye!” I push against his broad chest to get air back into my lungs but he continues kissing and licking my jaw down to my neck instead. “What happened to the you who wants to get rid of me?”
“I change my mind after knowing you were actually my lost kitty back then. Now, I don’t mind keeping you with me.”
“Lost kitty?” I repeat in surprise, not exactly knowing what to feel with that name calling. “What kind of… Hmph!” Kaye absorbs my words into his mouth as he kisses me again deeply on the lips.
Oh, my God! I’m reminded of three years ago. He was like this, too. As if he’s a hungry dog thrown with a bone. I was thrilled, shocked and scared. The whole conundrum of emotions left me desperate that I ended up grabbing for him in a tight grip.
To be honest, I was shocked knowing Kaye was actually bisexual. I’ve heard of how active his sex life was in the past especially when women were the ones throwing themselves to him. But I never heard of him getting involved with men.
That’s why when he approached me in the bar that fateful night, I was dumbfounded. I ran away because instinct dictated me to. However, I also ran away because I was ashamed being found out by him wearing such ridiculous dress.
Although he’d seen me wearing women’s clothes in the past, I was still an eight-year old boy back then and must’ve just thought it as my peculiar hobby. But it’s a different story when he saw me cross-dressing again at eighteen. Although in the end, he never realized I and the boy he once adopted was actually the same.
I gave all my firsts to Kaye that night. My first hug with a man, my first kiss and first sex. He completely devoured me the whole time. He seemed restless and frustrated back then as if he’s never had sex in so long. I could never forget that experience.
Kaye took me a few times on the bed and gave me my first ever orgasm. He followed it with the second and third… and more. After that, we had a long bathtub sex and let me experience my first cum inside my body. Because of that, I decided I don’t like it coz of the unbearable humiliation when he insisted cleaning it up for me.
I didn’t get why Kaye was so fired up that night. I had no boobs and no vagina and, yet, he couldn’t seem to get enough of me. We continued the debauchery back to bed until the breaking dawn. I woke up with severe body pain and soreness the morning after.
However, seeing Kaye in daytime after the carnage made me feel horrible that I left him in the hotel suite as I took my escape. After that day, my nightmare started. I had wished to have never left his side but staying with him would only put him in danger as well.
Although Kaye was my first in everything, those wonderful moments were soon tampered with horrible ones. I was beaten up and raped. Until now I’m still being stalked so my safety is still questionable. It’s only a matter of time until I’m found once again.
Despite all that, Kaye’s kisses and caresses that one night kept me from getting totally broken and traumatized by the following awful incidents. I just considered those experiences as having bitten by a dog. It scarred but it eventually passed.
I yelp when Kaye suddenly holds me up by my bum that forces me to wrap my thighs around his hips. He grabs a fistful of my hair and tilts my head back, thrusting his tongue deeper into me, seemingly hungry as he desperately sucks my spit.
“Focus, Kitty,” he mumbles into my mouth.
Crap! I didn’t realize I was actually reminiscing the past. I hug him around his shoulders and kiss him back. My pulse thumps loudly in my head especially when I feel us moving as Kaye makes his way across the bedroom. Oh, oh! Don’t tell me—
My toes involuntarily curl in anticipation of what’s to come. And just as I expected, my back soon meets the softness of his bed. Our mouths are fused together, taking only a few short pauses as Kaye takes both our clothes off our bodies.
“Keep it on,” Kaye says when I’m about to take my glasses off as well. “I like it, so keep it on.”
I begin panting with overwhelming pleasure. His gaze alone makes me shiver in desire. His kisses. His touch. His hands are hot on the places he touches which only fuels the exhilaration I feel. I’m burning up and quivering so much I think I could die in combustion.
“Kaye!” I call out his name in a whimper.
I want him to call me by my real name as well. But then he’d be surprised. How many people actually had Summer as their name, especially men? I know it’s only a matter of time until Kaye discovers who I really am. But I wouldn’t choose this moment to reveal to him the truth.
“My kitty,” Kaye groans as he leaves my lips only to trail kisses to my neck down to my chest and finally nibbles on my nipple.
“Unh!” I exclaim just as my back arches by instinct. “E-even if you s-suck on it… Hmm… ah, it won’t… Unh—” I jolt as he tugs the small bud with his teeth that I quickly grab for my shaft at the sudden urge to cum.
“Were you about to say you won’t feel a thing?” He smirks knowingly and resumes sucking my other nipple. “I’ve tasted you once and I memorized every part where you most react.”
Kaye slides his own length against mine and lets me wrap my hand with it as well. Together, we rub our penises in a rhythmic pace. Feeling his hand wrapped around both our sexes arouses me even more that I begin to secrete more precum.
The difference in our sizes are so obvious. Kaye’s balls are heavy and hanging low. While his shaft is longer and way thicker, wrapped with angry veins as if screaming of rich experience. I can’t believe that ginormous thing had been in me in the past.
The memory makes my back hole clench as if wanting to grip on something. I bite my lip at the erotic sight of our phalluses playing peek-a-boo in our enclosed hands. Kaye’s leading the pace and getting faster until we’re both sleek with our combined precum.
“Ah, Kaye! Unh, no! Not so fast!” I grab for his wrist to slow him down but Kaye’s not having it. “Ah, ah! Hmm, Kaye! I’m about to… I think… Please, slow down for a moment! Kaye! Kaye! Please, unh… Ahhh!”
I groan so loud and my hips jerk countless of times at the arrival of my orgasm. It spews and lands on my stomach a couple of times. I’m embarrassed to climax so fast but Kaye doesn’t seem to realize it. He just continues on pumping both our sexes.
I’m now feeling sensitive after coming that the friction of our hands makes me jerk away. But Kaye’s grip is tight and getting faster as well. I look up at him and watch in awe at his face that’s overcame with pleasure.
Kaye’s sweating buckets and his face is flushed. His lips are a little ajar and veins on his temple and neck become visible. His biceps are flexing from his rubbing hand just as the rest of his muscles are taut with tension.
“Ah, shit! Fuck, kitty! Come with me, I’m almost there!” His hips begin rocking together with his jerking hand. “Ah, ah! Kitty! I’m gonna come! Jesus!”
“Unh… Kaye!” My eyes shut close as a second orgasm rushes forward from my sac and spurts out of my tip.
My and Kaye’s combined fluid splatter abundantly on my chest and some even reach up to my chin. Since it’s my second already, it’s no longer thick like the first time. However, Kaye’s semen is flowing in copious amount and taking a longer time to stop pouring.
It feels like I’m being hosed down with abundant sperm until my entire front is covered by the sticky goo. Kaye finally loosens his hold of our penises and, as if depleted, slumps down atop me. He kisses my cheek and buries his head on the crook of my shoulder.
“Um, we’re so sticky. We need to wash up.”
“Hmm,” He only hums as a response.
“Hey, Kaye!” I shake his shoulder but he’s not responding anymore. “Hey, are you sleeping already?”
Wait, what the… Don’t tell me this is it? What did he do the entire day to be this exhausted? I bite my lip in disappointment. No, silly me. Why am I feeling like this? He only promised a kiss so I shouldn’t be greedy as to hope for more.
I sigh and squeeze his arm that’s hugging me tightly around my shoulders. Our positions are too awkward to sleep. Oh, well, maybe only for me. Kaye’s totally out as he sprawls on top of me while I’m being squashed beneath his massive body.
Soon enough, I’m feeling numb from taking almost Kaye’s weight but I keep still for another few moments and just enjoy the closeness we share. I breathe into his skin and place a kiss to his neck before finally pushing him slowly to bed.
I get up to clean myself in the bathroom and put on fresh clothes before taking a washcloth with me to wipe Kaye’s body. I remember he did this to me in the past, too. Although I didn’t actually see him doing it but when I woke up the morning after, my body was already cleaned.
I smile as I finish wiping him down to his feet before tucking him under the covers. After turning off the lights, I leave the room and pick up my laptop on the coffee table at the living room and begin typing my story. After what happened, inspiration suddenly struck and words overflow from my mind.
In my personal opinion, computer effects are the trend right now so thriller, action and sci-fi are more favorable in film adaptation. That’s why I never touch romance genre. But if the directors want a touch of love story to my thriller, I’m going to give them one helluva love story so mushy they’d puke.
My surroundings suddenly change as I immerse myself in the world of my tale with my fingers making tapping noises on the keyboard. My eyes are almost unblinking beneath my glasses which mirror the words in the monitor. The flickering of the screen slightly shifts the shadows of the room from time to time.
Whenever I’m in my working mode, time is inconsequential. Only hunger and fatigue can pull me away. And since Cha-cha fed me so much earlier, drowsiness arrives and snatches me from my work. Even so, I still try typing a few more paragraphs despite my sleepiness.
I don’t know if what’s happening is my story or reality. Of Kaye picking me up and tucking me to his bed. I can’t remember if I write this part. Him caressing my hair? Him kissing both my eyes and placing a tender kiss on my lips? Him that’s picking up my hand and kissing my palm?
I’m happy that I managed to finish a few chapters tonight and it seems that I successfully pulled a good love story. But I don’t know if I was able to save the document. It’ll be wasteful if I didn’t. Wait, did I really write this? Of Kaye whispering something sweet to my ear?
What did he say? Oh, no. What did I write? Wait, which is real and which is fiction? I don’t know anymore. I wish I’m fully awake. I want to know. I want to hear. I want to…
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