The Boy next door -3 - Sex Stories

The Boy next door -3

Well i guess my brother is gonna be away for awhile in his Summer College Program. Yay...i feel so depressed about it. Its not even fair. Blake had helped me over to the couch since my body was still pretty sore from his rough fucking. I didnt expect to wake up, finding him fucking me in my sleep. But it was quite a turn on. "Hey, you hungry?" Blake asked, standing in front of me. I nodded softly, looking up to him. "Yes, yes i am." i smiled a bit. "What would you like. I can make you lunch." He insisted. I had to think about this. What do i like to eat tue most. Oh yea, pizza. I'm that type of guy who can eat pizza any day of the week. I looked up at him again. "Pizza?" i asked, wondering. He smiled. "Ooh i have an idea. How about we go watch a movie upstairs in my parents room. And order some pizza from Pizza Hut." he suggested. I nodded "Oh yes please." i smiled and he smiled as well. "Alright, i shall go order the pizza." he said happily and went into another room, pulling his phone out and disappered into the kitchen. I sat there paitently. My body slowly relaxed. The pain drifting away. I stared up at the ceiling as i rested my head against the back of the couch. I wonder what type of movie he has in plan. Maybe a romance one. He does seem to be that type of guy. Or maybe i could he wrong. I crossed my legs and looked around, biting my lip. Who would leave their son here anyways for a week? Maybe they are on a vaction or something. I have no clue. I didnt know his ...

... parents well. But i seemed to know him well. Around school they called him a whore. The guy who beds every and any guy he desires. Could i maybe, be just one of those guys? Possibly. With him, anything is possible. I hoped not. I liked this guy. So much. That if he even hurt my feelings, i would never forgive him. Soon he came back and sat down on the couch beside me. "They said it shall be here in maybe 30 minuets. I hope you don't mind bufflo chicken. It is a bit spicey." he said softly, resting his head against my shoulder. "Oh no, I don't mind." i spoke gently, softly and I leaned my head against him. "Mmm alright. Anyways, I hope you like horror movies. I have the whole Saw series." He said softly and then tilted his head enough to kiss my neck. I let out a soft moan. "Oh no, I dont mind at all. Horror is my favorite genre." Indeed i wasnt lying. I.jave read the Damnednation Game by Clive Barker. Excelent writer indeed. He nodded softly. "My favorite genre is romance." I knew it! But it was so easy to tell. How ue basically fucks me twice a day. Oral sex or just plain fucking. Damn hes good at it. Like he had a lot of...experience. What if what those kids said was true. That he was a whore and beds any guy he desires. Then i am one of those guys that fell for his charms. No it camt be! I found myself going from actually happy to down amd depressed. And he seemed to notice. "Babe, whats wrong?" His voice held concern. "Oh, its nothing." i said, shaking my head. He seemed to ...