Where's the Free Use? - Sex Stories

Where's the Free Use?

... “Unngh… it’ll cause drama.”

“What do you think you standing over us and giving us an ultimatum was, genius?” I asked, my head turned around. He was biting his lower lip, savoring the feeling of my insides before pulling out. “You looked like a shitty attempt at a Scorcese mafia character or something.”

“A wh-? I told you, stop saying things I don’t get,” he replied.

“Well, stop trying to control this. I appreciated your help in the beginning but now I wanna do things my way. Even if I make things awkward, so fuckin’ what?”

“If you want my honest answer, you’re gonna drive the Media Gang apart,” Greg answered, pulling out of me, stroking his cock a few times.

I turned around, getting on my knees, getting ready to lick him clean. “I’m not gonna lie to you, dude,” I began, taking his slightly softening cock in my hands. “What you’re doing is probably gonna get there quicker, and unless you’re completely delusional, you’re gonna have no one to blame but yourself.” I sucked his cock all the way down, then took my mouth off of it. “Just trust me, okay?”

“Whatever,” he said with a shrug and a muted smile. “If my help isn’t wanted, I’ll butt out.” He closed his eyes and rested his hands on the back of my head, his soft moans encouraging me to continue.

***

I lowered an eyebrow, leaving Matthew on read. The guy could not take a fucking hint. I even told him bluntly how I felt about his messaging like twice, and both times the dude just sent me a paragraph in ...

... response about how that ‘wasn’t his intent’ but also wording it like I was just temporarily confused about my feelings or that the stuff I said had to mean something too. I thought older guys were supposed to get nuance, but then again, judging from

his

videos, the guy probably thought there was more depth in the newer Star Wars movies than the old ones.

“I think that’s everything,” I told Abe, who was scrolling his phone on my bed. Abe was the only one who’d been to my house before now, and he was pretty comfortable just being in a room with someone without needing to talk to him. Those two facts were probably linked.

“Cool,” he answered, putting his phone away. “How is your channel doing, anyway?”

“I’m set to hit six figures in a month, maybe two,” I said with a twinge of pride to my voice. It was weird; I felt like I shouldn’t brag about anything, especially YouTube subscribers, but I also felt like this kind of accomplishment meant I could, as if it wasn’t bragging when it was actually true or something.

“Damn,” Abe replied, nodding. “Nice work.” He looked around the room, his eyes eventually landing on me. Immediately, he looked away.

It clicked immediately. “It’s hard to just… ask for it, huh?” I asked, whipping out my phone to text my little brother to put on his headphones.

“It’s more like, I want to… find a segue? I can’t, just,

ask

for it.”

“Why not?” I asked, wheeling my chair around to face him.

My brother texted back, telling me ...