The Nightmare is Back - Logan & Bryce (A New Series) - Sex Stories

The Nightmare is Back - Logan & Bryce (A New Series)

... the stinging sensation as I sit down. But, I wasn’t complaining. Uuuuugh! Seven more hours of this horse shit before I’m free for the weekend. Free to be in Bryce’s arms. Free to be absolutely ravished by him. Let’s just hope I can keep those bad thoughts away. Those bad thoughts that have been haunting my dreams again. That Night, Bryce’s House - 7:32PM I pull up next to the curb in front of Bryce’s house on Sycamore Street. “Love to My Cobain” by Jeffree Star playing loudly over my car’s speakers. I look at the house, peering through the windows, thinking Bryce might be watching for me to arrive. I turn the music down and look harder at the big window at the front of the house. Turning the music down, right… like that will help me “see better.” Why do I always do that? Suddenly, the front door opens. He steps out and waves me to him. He was watching for me. I climb out of my black 2010 Ford Mustang and half-walk, half-run up to his front porch. A stupid smile is plastered on my face. He grabs me by the front of my shirt and pulls me into the house. His hands fall to my waist and he slams me into the open door, causing it to bang against the wall. His mouth goes for my jugular vein - as if he’s a vampire or something. He kisses my neck and I suddenly feel like melted movie theater popcorn butter. “Fuck, B,” I moaned. Oh, yeah! To avoid any confusion, I usually call him “B.” I called him that once, and he said he liked it - especially when I moan it, kind of like I just ...

... did. Even though I loved what he was doing, it suddenly dawned on me - his parents’ vehicles ARE in the driveway. “I don’t mean to kill the, fuck…” I moaned again as his tongue went up the nape of my neck to my jaw, right below my ear. I regain my composure. “I don’t mean to… to kill the mood, B. But, aren’t your parents home?” “So, what if they are?” he asks. He then brings his hand up to my neck, in the choking position and plants his lips onto mine. Needless to say, I was fucking hard. If he wants to play this game, so will I. I quickly grab the crotch of his pants and push him forward. The front door opens up to the kitchen, so, the kitchen table is right there when you walk in. I push him towards it and he falls, back first, on top of the table. Before he can even move, I move down to the crotch of his pants and start un-zipping and un-buttoning his pants. He quickly brings his hands down to where mine are, and push them away. He quickly stands up and pushes me away. “The fuck are you doin’, Logan? My parents are right down those stairs,” he says, pointing to a door just to the right of the kitchen. “You started it, B,” I say, my eyebrows raised, staring at the plaid-colored erection poking through the zipper of his jeans. He grabs his cock, still covered by his plaid boxer shorts, and shoves it back into his jeans. His eyebrows are still down in a serious manner; but, a smile stretches across his face. He walks back over to me and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “Come ...