Once a Nerd Ch. 12 - Sex Stories

Once a Nerd Ch. 12

... for the recuperation period. He was livid when I told him not to come, but I rationalized it as we'll have three and a half days together with the coming break. Thursday night through Sunday night. I was glad to spend Sundays together, and I still am, but it's as if Dean can't help but to unleash an entire week's worth of frustration all in one day.

He'sbreaking me, I swear to God.

Saturday night, after the game against UCLA, the frequency and consistency at which we fucked nearly did me in. There was no end in sight with him. He wasn't any more rough than usual, but I couldn't even maintain an erection after midnight! Fortwo more hours, he wrangled what felt like a dozen dry orgasms from my utterly spent body. I was so weak, so overstimulated, I very literally thought I was going to die. Dean, however, continues to spit in the face of biological boundaries. He'd grow slightly soft immediately after cumming, but then his cock would snap back to rigidity moments later.

It's—it's impossible! He should see a fucking doctor, becausethat's not goddamn normal. He needs the opposite of Viagra, and I'm not above drugging his food. If I'm going to do this thing with him, mylife might depend on it. I'm just...so blinded by my attraction to him, and when he initiates, I can't even imagine turning it down. I want it too, just—not for six hours straight! He doesn't understand the consequences of his own vitality. Dean's abig, heavy man. To have him slamming hisbig, heavy body ...

... against mine with that much force, for that many hours, is too much for me.

For anyone, probably!

My constitution didn't return to anything close to normal until the end of the week. My back ached fordays.

The physical strain aside, I'm...content. Happy, even. It kills me to admit, but that stunt he pulled after the game worked exactly as he intended it to. Casey didn't begrudge me the relationship, nor did John. The dinner he roped us into turned out more pleasant than I could've hoped, and it was sofreeing to exist beside him in the company of others. For once, I didn't feel the crushing weight of a secret. I didn't feel strangled by the unwavering hands of morality. Dean had put it all on the table, and it was one everyone was still willing to gather at.

With alcohol warming my blood, it was easier to relax. Every feeling I'd tried to box up and smother was quick to surface.

When Dean and Casey stepped out to smoke, I'd wager some form of a Mexican standoff, John addressed the elephant between us. He was nothing at all like Dean made him out to be, which was—nothing at all. Dean described him as some mute, lifeless silhouette that occasionally takes up space in his dorm, but John's a bright, funny kid with many fleshed-out opinions in the field he's pursuing.

"Sam, uh—" He starts. "I wanted...to apologize. I'm really, really sorry about catching you off guard like that, I didn't know your friend was..." He trails off, unable to keep my eyes.

"It's fine." ...