Tell me you don't love me : Part 2

“Hello,” Adam murmured nervously as he answered his phone. His voice was hoarse this morning, for he had stayed up nearly all night merely roaming his hometown. The stench of sex still clung to his thin frame as he cowered from the sunlight that glared through his open window.

“Thank, God,” he heard the muscular voice of his friend, Oliver, on the other line.

Adam sighed heavily. He had been avoiding Oliver since the night of at Haven's Bar, when he had blindly ran to assist his friend after being called at two o'clock in the morning, only to find that he wasn't needed, as Oliver had merely intended to inform him that his riding trainer, William, had invited him to spend time with him. Despite his longing for his best friend, Adam simply couldn't forgive such blind behavior, no matter his amount of affection for Oliver.
“What do you want?” Adam asked sharply.

Static filled the silence on the other line for several moments. “We need to talk.”
He laughed without humor. “No, we don't Oliver.”
“Adam,” Oliver breathed, causing Adam to literally freeze. The way in which his friend spoke his name sent shivers of both pleasure and disapproval up his pale body, forcing a strong urge for give into him to over come Adam, “I'm sorry, but I honestly don't see what the problem is here.”
“The problem?” Adam cried rudely. “Where do I start?”

Oliver exhaled deeply. “You're overreacting.”
“No, I am far from overreacting,” he growled. “I have been there for you night and day, not matter how many times you've hurt me, or cursed at me, or even how little you've done for me, and this is how you repay me? You make yourself a—pet—to men like William and you expect me to sit around and watch you loose yourself. You're a selfish, arrogant bastard, Oliver Freeman, and when I say we don't need to talk, then we don't need to talk.” With that, he shut the phone, cursing heavily, before throwing it forcefully across to room and watching it shatter through the coating of tears that were filling his eyes.

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Adam searched through the growing crowd around Haven's Bar, his emerald green eyes holding in an intent gaze as he studied the figures of each man he could see. He was sitting in the cab of his truck, shivering slightly as he tried to find someone who held a similar figure to that of the one who had given him a blowjob the night before, a memory that still hung in his mind.

He sighed. He knew that the only reason that he was still searching for that man was because of his feelings for Oliver.

Biting his lower lip, Adam tried to forget about his long term friend, although he knew that he hardly could do so. As he was about to turn from the bar, to start the truck and return him, his emerald eyes fell upon the figure of a young-looking, fairly handsome man who was exiting the front entrance of Haven's Bar. He possessed thin, black hair that was hardly long enough to reach his ears as well as sharp features that complimented both his pale skin and fairness. Clothed in dark clothing—a charcoal gray t-shirt and dark blue jeans—his pale blue gaze studied the other, stumbling drunk figures that surrounded the brick building with mild amusement.

Adam's heart began to beat faster, despite the fact that he knew nothing about this man, except for that it was him. The man from the night before, the one who had given him the time of his life.

Swallowing hard, he numbly opened the door to his truck, careful to keep his eyes remaining on the man's back in the fear that he would loose him. He stumbled slightly as he gingerly closed the car door behind him and began to follow the mysterious man as he moved downtown.
Moments passed with Adam moving ungracefully behind the strange man, whom seemed to hardly noticed his loud presence, until that is, he suddenly turned, to notice Adam stalking behind him.
“Can I help you?” the man asked in an annoyed tone.
Adam froze, as he met the man's blue gaze. “I—.”
“You..?” he murmured, when Adam's words faded.

Struggling with the words, he finally sighed. “Do you even remember me?”
The man's thin eyebrows rose slowly. “Pardon?”
“Last night,” Adam began, frowning slightly, “in that alley? I was walking home, well, not exactly. I was just walking. You came up behind me and pushed me against the wall? That blowjob?”
As he spoke, the corner of the man's mouth twitched suddenly. “Ah, you were one of my many unsuspecting victims. Let me guess why you're here—you wanted to know if there was a connection between us and if I would be willing to do another standoff? Am I right?”
Adam merely stared.

The man smiled sheepishly. “I'm sorry, dear. I don't do second dates.”
He was granted a most curious gaze.
“Goodbye, boy,” the man smiled, turning to leave slowly, before Adam grabbed his arm. “What now?” he questioned, turning back to him with a small frown as his eyes gazed down at Adam's firm grip on his arm.
“Please,” Adam begged. “Please, just fuck me.”

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“Whats got you so unfocused?” William questioned casually as Oliver began his warm up routine on Taysir, directing him around the training paddock in a slow gallop. He was leaning heavily against the fencing, watching as Oliver moved gracefully around the paddock, although from Taysir's movements, it was clear that his rider wasn't thinking straight.

Oliver gently pulled the reins to cause Taysir to pause in the center of the field. He sighed. William was correct, he couldn't focus on riding at the moment, for all of his concentration was on Adam and what had happened the night of Haven's Bar.
“I'm sorry,” he mumbled instead, not wanting to go into much detail on the subject. “Late night.”
William's eyebrows rose slowly. “That was detailed.”
Oliver only frowned, jumping lightly on the back of the gelding. “Can I ask you something, Will?”
His trainer nodded.
“What do you really think about my friend, Adam?”

William thought for several moments, before concluding, “He's a nice enough boy, not very skilled with animals, although he doesn't seem to want to be. To be perfectly honest, I don't understand how the two of you could be as close as you are, being as you both are completely different in every way that can be remotely possible.”
Oliver nodded, dropped his eyes to the ground. “Well, thanks. I appreciate it.”

William granted him a small laugh. “You asked for the truth, Oliver. I only gave it to you.”
He sighed heavily. “He's amazing, Will. Really, if there was anyone in the world that I wouldn't want to lose it would be him. It's just he's mad at me at this point.” As he spoke those words, he dropped his head to the ground and frowned.
William smiled slightly. “You too seem fairly close.”
Oliver nodded, moving towards the metal gate while maintaining a light touch on the rein for Taysir followed him willingly. “We are,” he whispered as he glanced back up at William's eyes as he opened the gate for him.

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The man laughed in pure amusement. “You want me to fuck you?”
Adam nodded slightly, careful to keep his facial expression emotionless as he tried to remain in control as their eye contact extended. “I'm a virgin and I'm begging you hear. You can do whatever you want with me. I am up for anything.”
His eyebrows raised as he studied Adam's lean figure standing before him in the darkness. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one,” Adam lied easily.
“You're lying,” the man stated.
He sighed. “Nineteen.”

The man laughed, shaking his head before crossing his arms and smiling lightly. “To lay with another man is a sin according the the Bible. Are you willing to sin to simply cure your adolescent feelings of wanting?”
“I'm not a Christian,” Adam growled, moving closer to the man to the point there were mere inches between their bodies. “I want you. I want you inside of me. Now. If that means I'm going to Hell, then so be it, because I don't care.”
The man smiled slightly, and offered his hand. “Tristian Smith.”
“Adam Herondale,” Adam said, accepting his hand and shaking it firmly.

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“So are you coming over tonight?” William questioned whilst Oliver gently groomed Taysir's fair hair, trying to settle the young gelding for the night. He was leaning against the door of the horse's stall, studying his client.
Oliver's hand paused as his heart skipped slowly. “You still want me to?”
Will shrugged indifferently. “You seem like you could use a little cheering up and I'm free.”

Nodding, Oliver tossed the curry comb into the grooming bucket, before turning to his faithful trainer and shaking his head. “So what are we doing? Popcorn and some freaky movies? Random, violent video games? Chess?”
William's eyebrows rose. “Chess?”
“The board game, silly,” Oliver sighed.

Mock terror rose in William's eyes for several moments, before he expressed a fake look of pure awe. “I thought it went extinct around the time that all the dinosaurs died from that random, giant comet that crashed into the Earth around like the beginning of time?”
Oliver smiled. “Yes. Because that makes complete since.”
William shrugged. “You're the one that said that the game of chess was an option for two straight guys on a completely open night.”
He dropped his head. “Yes. Straight.”

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“Welcome to paradise,” Tristian muttered as he opened the oak entrance to his home. He was hardly one to refuse such as offer as the one that the attractive, nineteen year old anal virgin had given him. Secretly, he had to admit that he had wanted desperately to break his code in order to get a second piece of his sweet, young meat. Tristian Smith wasn't one to worship another's body, they were always one to worship his, but when he had first laid eyes upon Adam Herondale, he hadn't been able to help himself. The boy was a piece of work, and now, he had him all to himself. A willing, vulnerable, and beautiful piece of ass.

Adam's emerald eyes glanced around the room with mild interest, for he hardly cared where this man before him fucked him, he just wanted it to happen. Now.
“So where do you want me?” he questioned, pulling off his jacket well Tristian studied him.
Tristian smiled slightly. “I'm not going to fuck you right away, we're going to have some fun first.”
Adam's eyebrows rose. “Fun?”
Crossing his arms, Tristian eyed his prey. “What do you know about gay sex?”
“Everything,” Adam thought for a moment.

The older man shook his head. “Do you have to lie to me Adam Herondale? You reek of virgin flesh and considering how easily I made you blow your load with that simple blowjob, I'm going to say that was probably your first.”
Taken aback, Adam breathed, trying to think of an intelligent remark, but conjuring none.
Tristian smiled. “Speechless?”
Adam merely nodded, before shaking his head slightly. “It's like you can read minds.”
The older man laughed halfheartedly. “I'm a very socially experienced person. You're not my first virgin, Adam.”
“So where do we start?” Adam questioned quietly, suddenly nervous, after several moments of unbreakable silence.

From where he stood several feet away, Tristian allowed his hands to drop before crossing the empty space between them in a small amount of gracefully strides. The closeness of his warm body was mere inches away from Adam forced him to shudder inwardly. With a delicate finger, Tristian gently lifted his chin to allow himself to stare into the younger boys eyes. He granted him a small smile, before moving forward, and locking Adam into a fiercely passionate kiss. Tristian's expert tongue fought for control of Adam's mouth when he pushed through his surprised lips and explored his mouth, whilst pulling the older boy closer to him by the lops of his blue jeans.

When the surfaces of their jeans connected, allowing their hardening cocks to rub lightly against each other, Adam moaned into Tristian's mouth. Although the contact was light, he was aching for this man to be inside him already.
Searching for friction, Adam attempted to move his hips forward, although Tristian wasn't allowing him to get it so easily, as he moved his hips backwards, utterly refusing to allow Adam to lead without breaking the kiss once.
“Why won't you just fuck me and get it over with?” Adam whispered, as he broke the kiss to move down Tristian's neck. “I want to feel you inside of me,” he murmured, kissing him deeply. “I want to feel you fill me with your cum.”
Tristian smiled casually. “Not yet.”

Adam moaned, before pushing forward, surprising Tristian and forcing him to stumble backwards against the wall, while Adam grinded heavily against him, devouring his mouth in his as he fought the endless struggle for control over the experienced man. Pleasure overwhelmed Tristian as he allowed his head to fall back against the wall, granting the boy the power to explore his body.

Seeing this as a sign of encouragement, Adam pealed off the leather jacket that Tristian wore, throwing it carelessly aside as he pulled the shirt over the older man's shoulder. Wanting blinded his thinking as he instinctively moved to encase Tristian's left nipple in his mouth, whilst using his hands to massage the hairless skin of his fine chest. The older man moaned at the flicking motion Adam applied to his sensitive skin with his tongue, running his fingers through the boy's fine hair. As his mouth continued to tease Tristian's hardening nipples, Adam's hands fumbled on his belt buckle as he undid it.

In a case of pure ecstasy, Tristian seemed to hardly notice when Adam had successfully undid his pants and was desperately pulling them the ground, revealing the plaid boxers that he wore. As he kissed his way down Tristian's flat chest, Adam dropped slowly to his knees before the still hardening growing bulge in Tristian's boxers. Not wanting to waste a single moment, in the fear that Tristian would be released from his trance and he wouldn't be allowed to touch the man's member, Adam quickly pulled them away, releasing the ten-inch monster from its prison.

Adam paused immediately at the sight of Tristian's cock, for he hadn't be expecting it to be so large. The night of the alley, he had felt it's thickness through the man's jeans, but with there before his face, it was nearly a stilling sight. At perhaps a growing length of ten inches, it was nearly intoxicating. Cautiously, Adam placed a hand firmly on the base of his lover's cock, to receive a groan in response. As though it was a sign of encouragement, Adam began to slowly masturbate Tristian, at a rate that was almost cruel, for he wanted the man to suffer as he had made him suffer.

He greedily licked the small river of precum that was leaking from the head of his cock when Tristian sighed in an amount of pleasure that caused Adam to shiver slightly. Growing bolder still and savoring the taste of this man, Adam at last took him in his mouth, gagging slightly when he found that he could only taste mere inches. Confident in his ability to bring Tristian to a climax, Adam set work on what little of the growing cock he could comfortably fit in his mouth, by moving his hand up and down his shaft at the same slow pace as before as he swirled his tongue around the sensitive head and moaning slightly, which created a vibrating sensation and caused Tristian to intact heavily. He increased his pace as he swallowed more precum that was leaking from the head, savoring the salty taste of the man's sex juices and wanting to empty him. Tristian himself, in the state of pleasure that he was in, leaned heavily against the wall, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly opened as he breathed deeply, enjoying the feeling of his swollen, aching cock in the mouth of the young virgin whose anal virginity he would soon take.

As Tristian's breathing shortened, Adam gently bit down on the man's member, causing the man's body to jump slightly in surprise and Tristian to moan a low, seductive growl. If he hadn't had a cock in his mouth, Adam would have smiled at his small success, as he quickened his stroking pace, determined to send Tristian into an orgasm with his mouth.

When he was positive that Tristian would at last cum, Adam felt to warm hands on his shoulders, pushing him away from the object of his desire with a firm strength. Releasing Tristian's pulsing member, he glanced up to find his electric blue eyes staring at him with a certain wonder as the expressions of both pleasure and lust escaped them.
“Impressive,” Tristian stated with a small smile.

Adam frowned slightly. “Why did you make me stop?”
When Tristian kneeled beside him so that they were eye level, Adam noticed for the first time that he was still completely dressed, whereas Tristian wore nothing but naked skin. The man's blue eyes studied Adam, before Tristian leaned forward to kiss him deeply, exploring his mouth and tasting his own cock in the process.

“You wanted me to fuck you, Adam Herondale,” the older man explained quietly. “If I cum now, we'll have to wait, I suppose that you don't want to do that.”
Adam shook his head immediately, frowning once more.

Moving forward, Tristian kissed him deeply again, pushing him backwards until Adam was lying on the hard wooden floor of the apartment, with Tristian's naked body forcing him to remain where he was. Thrusting his hips forward lightly, Tristian began a humping motion that grinded his naked cock against Adam's hardon, which was still encased in his jeans, aching to be released at last. Adam groaned, wanting to feel Tristian's body with his hands, although unable to do so, as Tristian had pinned them over his head. Kissing up his neck, Tristian took Adam's mouth once more in his as he began to increase the friction between their bodies.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” Adam questioned quietly.

Releasing his hands to momentarily unzip the sweater that his virgin wore, Tristian smiled slightly. “No,” he answered as he stripped Adam of both his sweater and t-shirt in a single swift motion, revealing the toned, hairless body of a young college student as he did so. “I'm going to tease you until you're begging me to fuck you,” he told him truthfully, as he moved to take one of Adam's hardening nipples in his mouth, creating motions with his tongue that Adam was certain couldn't be humanly possible.

He moaned heavily as the expert allowed his body to experience a pleasure in which rare have seen. Willingly permitting this man to do whatever he must to keep the heat within his jeans and come closer to fulfilling his desire of being taken, he merely laid where he was, as Tristian kissed down his chest slowly whilst his hands pulled down his jeans. Naked, except for his briefs, Adam closed his emerald eyes, responding only when Tristian moved up his body once more, to kiss him heavily and continuing to grind against his body with a hard pressure, as he had left Adam's briefs on.

“You want me to fuck you?” Tristian inquired, whispering in his ear as he slammed his hips downward, sending shock waves of extensive pleasure up the boy's body.
Adam nodded, taking Tristian's mouth in his and fighting for control. “Now.”

The older man laughed humorlessly, as he swiftly released Adam's aching member from it's fabric prison and grasped it with a firm hand, masturbating him slowly as he continued his humping, grinding motion against Adam's now naked body. “This is going to be a very painful experience at first,” Tristian murmured in his ear as Adam's head fell heavily against the hard ground, as he closed his emerald eyes in the pleasure that Tristian's hand motions were making him experience, so much that he hardly heard the words that he was saying. “It'll hurt a lot at first, but if you trust me, which you have to be insane to do, it'll feel better. I want you to relax.”

Adam nodded indifferently, not listening to the words that he was saying, but rather focusing on the pleasure in which he was currently experiencing, he hardly noticed when Tristian leaned over his body, to grasp two objects out of the left hand pocket of his leather jacket. With one hand continuing to masturbate his young victim, Tristian expertly tore open the condom he had grabbed.

Releasing his grip on Adam's aching cock, he sat to pull the condom onto his own swollen member. Finished, he glanced up to meet Adam's emerald eyes, as he was now studying him curiously. He moved quickly between the virgin's legs and instructed him to spread them, which Adam hesitantly did. Tristian grasped the small bottle of lube he had obtained, applying the cold material onto his cock.

“This is going to be cold,” Tristian murmured as he moved to apply some to Adam's asshole. The virgin jumped slightly when Tristian did so, but relaxed as he gently began to massage the sensitive area and breathed heavily. Once Adam had relaxed, Tristian easily inserted a single finger inside of him, his other hand grasping the boy's cock as he began to masturbate him once more. Adam closed his emerald eyes once more in pleasure as Tristian pleasured him. Noticing Adam's relaxation, Tristian inserted yet another finger as he continued the motion, until he was able to fit three into the tight hole.

Shifting into a missionary position, Tristian stared into the virgin's eyes. “You're positive?”

Adam's only response was to push his body against Tristian's, bring the head of his cock to the entrance of Adam's body. Nodding, Tristian grasped his member with a single hand and gently forced the thick head into the boy's tight ass, pausing when Adam whimpered and shifted slightly in the immediate pain that was to be expected. Falling against the boy's body, Tristian kissed his deeply as he waited for Adam to relax and hoping that the kissing would distract him.
It did.

Adam's hole began to relax slightly and without breaking the kiss, Tristian pushed further even more, pausing once he had nearly five inches inside the boy. It was Adam who forced all ten inches inside of him, as he pushed his body backwards onto Tristian's cock, moaning both in the pain and pleasure that he was experiencing. Once more pausing, Tristian sighed heavily as he felt the tight walls of Adam's ass against his swollen cock, the feeling was indescribable, for the once virgin was much tighter than any virgin he had taken.
Biting his lip, he slowly began to the fucking motion as he moved in and out of the boy at a pace that was nearly cruel, until he felt that Adam was open enough for a more pleasurable experience. Adam grasped his hips firmly, and tried to force Tristian to move faster inside of him after several long motions.

“Fuck me,” Adam muttered, moaning in pleasure as the initial pain subsided.
Tristian merely smiled and continued his tormenting actions.

“Please,” the boy murmured, as Tristian studied him. Adam's mouth was open slightly and his eyes were closed as his head laid heavily on the hard flooring beneath them. His body glistened in the light of the apartment building as it was coated with a thin layer of sweat that caused his pale tone to seem darker momentarily. His black hair clung to his head with a certain dampness and the expression upon his face was one that portrayed both pure willingness and wanting.
Even with the boy's pleads, Tristian's slow pace didn't quicken.

It wasn't until, moments later, that Adam's emerald eyes suddenly and he glanced up at the man who had taken him with a leveled expression of lust as he growled, “Fuck me hard. Fuck me like you mean it,” in the most demanding, low tone that Tristian had ever heard. It carried a level of intensity and sexual wanting that couldn't be expressed with simple moans. When his once virgin growled those words, Tristian moved forward with a sudden wanting. He slammed heavily into the boy's unsuspecting ass, forcing Adam to take his entire length before he withdrew and slammed himself back in even harder. Even so, he increased the pace with each thrust until both of them were groaning with the pleasure they were experiencing in their anal sex. Their bodies began one unit and Adam met Tristian's motions with those of his own as he thrusted back on Tristian at the same speed.

Their combined need to pleasure themselves only grew as they came close to their climax's.
“Where do you want me?” Tristian murmured in Adam's ear in a low growl as he quickened his fucking motion mercilessly. Many of his virgins were fearful for him to cum in their ass, even with the protection of a condom.
Embracing Tristian so their bodies grinded against each other with each motion that they made, Adam responded, “Don't stop.”

All of his anger about Oliver's betrayal, about William and his charm, and about nearly everything that he had experienced in his life fueled his need to pleasure himself with this stranger, forced him to move even faster when his body screamed that it had had enough. He wanted nothing more but to forget everything that had happened in his climax, and so, as he neared it, he murmured to Tristian to fuck him harder, to the point where the pleasure of being fucked by the handsome, older man was too much for him to handle and he unexpectantly came over himself, crying out loudly as he did so.

Tristian, seeing the ejaculation of his virgin, lost control and came as well, screaming in his orgasm before collapsing in his exhaustion on Adam's cum coated chest, breathing heavily as he tried to regain his strength without bothering to pull his softening cock out of the tight ass of Adam.

He smiled slightly as he felt Adam breath in heavy gasps beneath him. “Now that, that was an impressive fuck for a virgin.”