Forever & Always pt 3.2 Reposted
Holy shit. Why did I write so much???
Ian was beautiful. He lay there peacefully. He was almost naked in my bed, and he was calm. I fought the tingles of nervousness, trying to exude the perfect confidence he did. I crawled up to him, pecked him on his stubbly cheek.
“Scoot over to the edge of the bed.” He commanded, standing up.
“Ok…” riding this out until I figured out where it was going.
He roughly pulled my boxers down. I liked this new, dominant Ian. He kneeled at my feet, eye to eye with my dick. I had a clue of where this was going. He took a deep breath, relaxed his throat, and took my entire length in his mouth in one fell swoop.
“Where… where did you learn that?” He said something muffled. He bit at the base of my dick, sending shivers through my body. He slowly pulled back, until he was at the head. He swirled his tongue around, and started back up. This time, he sucked. For every inch, he contracted his throat. I felt myself reach the point of no return. Ian’s mouth was hot and wet. His tongue was soft and rough. His spit made everything a bit wet. I let go of myself, as I came in Ian’s mouth.
He didn’t gag. He waited until I was done, then detached himself, wiped his mouth off.
“You taste good.”
He stood up, pulled me up with him, kissed me hard. I tasted myself on his lips. He ground himself against me, trying to get me hard again. It was a matter of moments. The friction drove me crazy.
"Ian, we'd better hurry..." My spit was drying. If he wanted to get his dick up my ass without chafing or whatever, he'd better get on top of his shit.He turned me around and walked out the door. He just walked away from me, completely nude. I heard him rummage around in the bathroom. In moments he was back. He had in his hands, a bottle of his favorite vanilla scented soap. He came up behind me. He plunged one, two, three fingers in my ass. "You take it well." "It feels great. It hurts, but it feels great.” He added a fourth. As my eyes rolled back, I thought of something important. I kept my face composed. Anthony was… well-endowed. 4 fingers did him no justice.
“Are you ready, Ian?”
I nodded. My mouth couldn’t form words.
He had his lubed cock in his hand. He positioned it at the stretched hole. All of a sudden, there was a cold sensation. He never paused, just pushed right in until he couldn’t go anymore. He stood still for a moment, letting me get adjusted to the feeling of him inside me. It was excruciating. I had never been stretched this far. He pulled out, and slammed back in. He set a quick rhythm. His hips bucked against my ass. I heard snippets of sentences from him behind me.
“I love you…”
“I’m sorry...”
Fucking Ian was different than fucking a girl. A girl is soft and warm. Ian was rough, and hot, hot, scorching hot. Ian was tight. It was like putting my dick through a straw. I pushed my dick further into him, ignoring the tightness, the heat, focusing on stretching his asshole, making room. I brushed against his prostate. He jumped, shivered. I felt so guilty; I knew he was hurting at my hands.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No…no…no… Keep going. Please don’t stop, Anthony…Pleasepleaseplease-”his words were cut off by a shrill scream, ending in a growl of pleasure. He climaxed, cum shooting from his dick, in thick, sticky, white ribbons. It dripped down his leg, off my knee, onto my carpet. A few moments later, I hit the sweet spot again, and I came too. I slowly pulled out, careful not to jostle Ian, make his ass any more pained. I pulled him into my arms holding him close.
“I love you, Ian, forever and always. Thank you.”
He did nothing but drowsily smile, close his eyes, and fall asleep.
I was so tired. I was so happy. Anthony was mine. I was Anthony’s. I was exhausted. Anthony was a savage lover. My ass hurt. I would feel the pain tomorrow. But right now, there was nothing but me and my boyfriend. As I drifted to sleep, I felt the subdued movement of Anthony pulling a blanket over us, and pulled me into his warm embrace. I smiled and snuggled closer.
The next morning, when I was awoken by the hazy morning sunshine, winking through the gauzy curtains, Anthony was awake, smiling tenderly at me, his arms still encircling me.
“Good morning…”
I returned the sentiment with a kiss.
“How do you feel about breakfast?”
“I feel like eating some.”
“Excellent. We have some of your mom’s pancakes, and some Aunt Jemima.”
“Sounds perfect…”
My mom’s pancakes are pretty good.
“So… Ian… are we going to go public with this? I mean, with us?”
“Give me a reason not to.”
“Some people want us to be straight with girlfriends.”
“I prefer my boyfriend.”
“Well, thank you. I prefer my Ian as well.”
He went and picked up the Flip from his room, along with pants and shirts. They were extremely baggy on me, considering Anthony’s half-foot trump on me. Turning it on, he said, “Fans, your wildest dreams have come true... Ian and I are together now.” He raised our entwined hands, to the camera view.
I stretched up, kissing him on the cheek, saying, “You guys were ahead of us. You knew we had chemistry before we did, and you were right.”
He smiled, saying, “My boyfriend is an idiot. Anyway, we are boyfriends now. And Ian is the best. I feel extremely lucky to call him my boyfriend.”
“I think that I should be the one to feel immense luck. We have to assure you something. Nothing about Smosh will change. If something goes wrong with us, we will still have Smosh, and we are adults, and we can still be best friends. It doesn’t matter even though we are more than friends, Smosh will be the same.” He covered the lens of the camera so we could kiss without getting sued for inappropriate display. Uncovering the lens, he said, “That’s all we’ve got to tell right now…”
“BYE!”
Anthony said he had to go out for a few hours, and would return ASAP. I set to uploading the video to Smosh.com where most people, who actually watch our videos avidly, check.
In a few minutes, Mari had emailed me.
“Oh my goshies. I am so glad for you guys! May you find solace in each other’s embrace. XOXO Mari”
Several fans just typed OMG over and over. So most people saw it coming.
I was more nervous than I had ever been before. I had to make up some lame-brain excuse to leave Ian. When I knocked on the heavy oak door, it matched the pounding of my heart.
When the door swung open, I saw Ian’s parents standing in the threshold.
“May I come in, Mr. and Mrs. Hecox?”
“Of course, Anthony.” said Ian’s dad.
“Where is Ian?” asked Ian’s Mom.
“He’s home. I hate to bother you, but this is important. Can I talk with you?”
“Of course, Anthony.”
We sat on the large weathered couch.
“Mr. and Mrs. Hecox, I trust you saw the video?”
“We did.”
“I love your son. A lot. More than life itself. I love Ian, forever and always.”