Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 2 - Conquering Fear

... mine, having him in my ass, everything we had done until our bodies couldn’t take it anymore. Much like what had happened with HWMNBN’ed. There’s the sex, although with Caden we were sober. Talk it up. Say I love you. Shower, sleep, and regret it in the morning. Only this time I didn’t regret. And I’m not sure Caden regrets, either. Sure feels like it though. Phone vibrates. Caden, again. “Last night was amazing.” “What?” I don’t understand. “Even though I feel…jumbled. Confused. Torn into a thousand pieces, Nicolas, last night was still amazing.” Fall down on my bed. Keep my phone at eye level, type, “Regret it?” A second later. “No.” “Then what?” Wait. Wait. Play with my hair, bite my lip, scratch my stomach. Wait. Then, in multiples, “I’m scared, Nicolas. This scares me. What we did wasn’t wrong. It felt…right. Too right. Like, why the hell am I just figuring this out now? Like, if you’ve known all your life why is it just hitting me in the face? All I want to do is make sure this is right. All I want to do is make sure that I didn’t react out of fear from the accident. I just don’t want to hurt you.” My heart races, stops, encourages my mind to race, forces my stomach to twist. It beats again, skips a thump, hammers against my ribs. “I love you, Caden,” I write back. “I love you, Nyx,” he says in return. Then a second one. “Promise.” “Take all the time you need,” I tell him. “I’ve taken all I need,” he replies. Then, “I want to go somewhere tonight, me and you.” “Take ...

... me.” “Be there at five.” It’s close to six before he pulls in my drive. He’s in his father’s truck, a tall black Chevy I’ve only been in once or twice. He reaches over, opens the door, says, “Get in.” I say, “You’re late.” He just laughs, nods, pulls me over into the driver seat and wraps me in his arms. “I’m sorry.” “I am, too,” I say to him and frown. “Smile.” “What are we doing?” He releases me and I fall back against the passenger seat. He doesn’t say anything back. An hour later we cut across the highway, entering into deep forestation and unknown paths. The blacktop turns into hard clay roads winding through twisting curves out into unmarked territory. Caden turns off the radio. He hasn't said a word since we left my house. Inaudible he drives, his eyes only on the road, his hand curved into my thigh, rests there easily, naturally, occasionally brushing in deep circles. Several times I spoke and was left with no response. He would tighten his grip on me, maybe push his hand closer to my groin. More than once I grew from his touch, more than once I had to push it away. Light shines brilliantly ahead as we head out of deep wood into a clearing. There's a lake hidden that ripples in blues, light and dark, and acts as a mirror for surrounding trees. The first thing I spot is the little motor boat anchored to the shore. A smiling boy with golden hair, eyes covered by thick sunglasses, wearing nothing but a pair board shorts waves at us. He jumps in the air, pointing back behind ...