Triple Love - An Erick Chaplain story 1 - Sex Stories

Triple Love - An Erick Chaplain story 1

... words. “I’m sleeping with Aaron! I’m cheating on you! I can’t take it anymore, Erick. I can’t do this. We’re over.” He got up, got dressed, told me he loved me before walking out of my bedroom door. He left me on my stomach, ass in the air, my raging hard-on suddenly dying. I cried like that for hours. I didn’t even hear my mother come in the door, hold her seventeen-year-old naked son to her chest while he cried like a fucking baby. It was embarrassing. But now with this revelation? I want to forgive my baby. Forgive him and lead him into my bedroom. And I do, right through the front door and up the stairs and into my bedroom. I’m shedding my clothes and he’s shedding his and we’re falling down onto the bed. We’re kissing and our hands are feverish on our bodies as he turns me over. He’s ready. I feel him against me. And before either of us can think of the consequences he’s inside of me and I’m muffling screams into the sheets. ---------------------- Eight o’clock in the morning. I sit outside Preston’s house. Chels is in the backseat. She’s actually got John on the phone and I can hear him squealing. ...

... He’s excited to meet up. Chels tells him I’m bringing my boyfriend and John actually sounds disappointed but he perks up a bit. She puts him on speaker. He says, “Can’t wait to meet you, Erick. I’m sorry I sound like a lunatic but I haven’t had someone to hang with in a while!” “It’s okay, bro,” I say back. “We’ll be there in an hour or so. Promise.” “Fuck, man,” he says with a shudder. “I haven’t been out of this house since I’ve gotten the fuck here. I’ll promise you something, too. I’m not crazy. I’m away from what I was brought up in.” “Don’t worry about it,” I assure him and that’s when I notice the front door open. Preston comes out in white sneakers and tight white shorts and a tight shirt glued to his chest beneath a dress shirt that is, you guessed it, royally purple. His hair curls beneath a purple beaning, and for Christ’s sake his glasses are purple as well. “He matches your hair,” I tell Chels and she slaps the back of my head. When he reaches the car he snatches open my door, looks inside and says in a sexy breath, “Well, hello there, my sexy man.” And all I can think about is, “Ralph, who?”