The Best Pain : Part 3

I awoke in a gorgeous bedroom. Sunshine came through the window to my right. I felt really great and I wasn’t too hot or too cold. I didn’t recognize where I was but I remembered going home with a boy the night before so that made sense. I turned from my back onto my side to face away from the window and found my prince lying beside me. He faced away from me but I could see his flawless, bronzed shoulders and his delicate, dark crimson hair which was short and only a little messy on the top.

Silky white sheets were draped over the two of us and I just felt good, especially for waking up in a complete stranger’s bed.

“Hey,” I whispered near his ear to stir him. He turned to me and I found a very masculine, sexy face looking at me. He smiled groggily at me and I smiled back.

“Good morning,” he grumbled quietly. His voice was gentle and warm but it obviously portrayed that he’d just awoken. His eyes were so gorgeously green and seemed to portray many different feelings. We laid facing each other and examining each other carefully in silence. It seemed to go on like this forever but it wasn’t awkward or anything. We just looked at each other. We both smiled a little and I wanted to cuddle close to him and feel his beautiful body.

“Would you like some breakfast?” he whispered. I nodded and smiled more. He sighed and flipped his blankets off. As he stood I admired his bottom. It was as tan as the rest of him and round and full. I wanted to see his cock but he wasn’t facing me. He stretched which was surprisingly sexy. His body was gorgeous and muscular and flexed a little as he did it. He began to go toward the door but then froze and turned back to me. I got to see his cock but only for a second before I decided it might seem rude to stare. His cock was big even though it was soft and I guessed it was probably eight inches hard. He walked toward the bed and leaned over to kiss me.

His lips were velvety on my own and his tongue broke inside for a second. He only kissed me a little and he pulled away with a suck on my bottom lip.

“You don’t need to get dressed if you don’t want to but if you do you can just look in my dresser for something. I’m going to take your clothes and throw them in the wash,” he said. He stood straight again and picked up my bluish flannel shirt and black skinny jeans from the floor. So far he seemed pretty perfect. He left me alone in his bedroom and I stood up and went to his dresser to find something to wear. I picked out a blue-white pair of briefs from his underwear drawer and found a plain white t-shirt. I put them both on and found that they were a little too big for me.

I looked in the full length mirror that was beside the dresser. Even under my shirt you could tell my body was tiny. I was suave and pallid and in the morning light my skin seemed to glow unusually. I tried to smooth out my dishevelled black hair but only fixed it a little. I was kind of short, only 5 feet and 5 and a half inches. I lifted up the shirt again and looked at my body. I wasn’t stunning but my stomach was hairless, as was the rest of my body and I had no muscles but a lot of guys liked that.

I walked out of the bedroom to the rest of his flat and found him standing at the counter in his kitchen mixing pancake batter. I smiled and walked behind him. I pressed my body against his. He was wearing briefs now that he’d retrieved from the dryer. He laughed and set the bowl down onto the counter. He turned around in my arms and our lips met again. I put my hand onto the back of his head and gripped his hair. He picked me up a little bit and squeezed my butt. He took his lips away from mine and furrowed his brow for a second.

“How much of last night do you remember?” he asked.
“A little bit,” I replied with a shrug. He nodded.
“Do you remember my name?” he asked. I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t but I was pretty doubtful. I remembered it was kind of pretty, though.
“Save--” I began. I paused. “Savion?”
“Yes! Your name is Elijah?”

I smiled wide and nodded. He kissed me again.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you sober. Do you not talk?” he asked.
“It’s still early,” I replied. My bottom ached a little but I felt really euphoric besides that even though I wasn’t even drugged up. He told me to sit at the kitchen table and I went and sat.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked. I shrugged again.
“What’ve you got? Do you have any wine left?”

“I do,” he laughed. “I kind of meant a—morning—drink. I have milk, orange juice, cranberry juice-“

“Milk would be fine, thank you,” I sighed. If I had been in a better place I wouldn’t have been letting him do anything for me, but I was having a pretty bad week- or month, or year or life- and it was nice to have someone doing stuff for me. I sat back in the chair and leaned my head on the back. He poured me a glass and I knew he was looking at me the entire time. I wasn’t sure if he stared out of fascination or admiration but I liked to be looked at by him. I was suddenly assured when he set my glass down.
“You’re extremely gorgeous, Elijah,” he sighed. I smiled a little at first then blushed. He brought his face close to mine giving me the option to kiss him. I did.

His lips were good even though it was morning and usually it wasn’t great to tongue kiss after you’d just awoken. His tongue was so soft and gentle and he was good enough that I could believe he’d kissed a million guys but he didn’t seem too confident and he was very bashful.

“You said you were fifteen, right?” he whispered. I nodded. “Are your parents worried? Shouldn’t you call them?”
I shook my head. “My mum’s the only person I have and she—she doesn’t really...”
I trailed off and he nodded. I guess I have the trailer trash vibe. He frowned for a second and stroked my cheek slowly as though he was thinking.

“You’re breathtaking,” he sighed. I felt a tear run down my cheek and I didn’t know where it came from or why. His eyes suddenly broke from mine and it felt like we’d been focused on each other a little too long. He stood up. “I guess I ought’a finish making breakfast.”
“If you need help, I’m right here,” I complied. He smiled and went back to the counter. It turned out that he didn’t need any help. I would’ve felt pretty useless if it hadn’t have been for the fact that I was utterly distracting by his ass. He was wearing very short briefs that I could see his bottom easily through. I’d never considered “topping” a guy, but I had never been so enraptured by one’s ass either! They were light blue and squeezed his body which looked like a model’s. He was so perfect I definitely couldn’t believe I’d slept with him.

It would be nice to actually remember and feel sex. The first time I’d lost my memory because of the state I was in, the second time I was so drugged up I couldn’t feel it and the third and last time I’d been far too drunk to remember it now. My thought lasted about twenty minutes and we talked a little bit too. He was curious about my life both in school and at home and I told him a little about my mother and school.

When I was about 10 my father passed away in a car accident and I was left with my mum. She’d never been the most dependable person in the world but now it was... different.

She was very blank. She stayed in her bedroom all day and drank a lot of champagne and wine. She never drank beer. We weren’t trashy though I think that’s what everyone at school thought. They probably assumed I lived in a trailer park. I didn’t. My house was a nice Victorian thing with the storybook look.

We talked about him a little bit too because I tried repeatedly to steer the conversation away from my life. He’d come a big family. He had three brothers and a sister. His parents weren’t very old and he seemed mature enough that I kept forgetting that he was 19. He told me that he worked at a movie theatre and a Wendy’s. He was only off today and he’d been working the day before so I was totally shocked when he asked if I wanted to spend the day with him. He said this as he placed a plate in front of me. He sat down across from me and began to eat while he waited for my response.

I didn’t have school.
I wasn’t expected home.
I really liked him.
“Yeah. Let’s, umm, hang out,” I finally admitted. He stayed placid.
“Really?”

“Sure,” I replied. He smiled big and continued to eat. He was a good cook and it only added to the effect that I hadn’t had anyone else make me breakfast in 5 years. We didn’t talk a lot and I couldn’t stop looking at him. His facial features were just... fascinating.

The bridge of his nose was wide and slightly dappled by freckles and the whole thing didn’t stick out too far from his face. His eyes were kind of big but they were very gorgeous. His eyelashes were so dark and shadowed his eyelids so much that he seemed to be wearing eyeliner. His jaw was sharp but his cheeks were full enough that he was boyish looking as well. His eyebrows were dark brown so he’d been a very chocolate brunette before and they were thin but very soft and I hadn’t yet seen an expression of anger or deep curiosity or inveigling.

His hair was such a deep scarlet colour it was like fresh blood only touched by air. His lips were pink and full and his mouth was very wide. He had a big smile which I liked enough to want it around for a while. His teeth were white and gorgeous and clean and his skin was sun-kissed and faultless. He was innocent and kind but somehow modest and meek even with his good looks. I guess I felt safe with him in a way.

When we finished eating he took me back into his bedroom and we lay in bed for a while longer. He looked at me the same way and I wondered why. I wasn’t one of those people who were afraid to speak my mind, so I asked.
“Why do you look at me like that?”

“You’re stunning. I can’t help it. You’re just-“ he shied away from my eyes with a goofy grin on his face. He had his right arm behind me and I rested my head on his bicep. I gazed up at him waiting for the end of his sentence. “Beautiful.”

I bit my lip and held back too many of my emotions. I sat up a little and forced my mouth onto his. He tasted as sweet as every other time. I didn’t know why he kept calling me beautiful and stunning and all that. I was actually pretty average if not below average. But I didn’t care. I loved the attention. He pulled my body close to his and we kissed for a couple minutes. He slipped his fingers through my hair and I reached for his ass. He removed his lips from mine and smiled.

“You’ve been eyeing that up for a while. Do you want to fuck me or not?” he asked. I froze for a moment then nodded three times. I hurried off of him and pulled off my tee shirt. He moved the sheets to the end of the bed and commenced removing his briefs. His cock was gorgeous and glistening with pre-cum. I stared and he blushed.
“I’m sorry. I’m a little excited,” he apologized. I shook my head.

“Don’t be sorry,” I commanded as I pulled my briefs off. I threw them to the floor and looked up to his face to find him staring at my dick. I blushed too and told him just to bend over. He got into position on the bed in front of me and my instincts took over. I leaned down and spread his cheeks. His asshole was a light colour, slightly darker then his body and just looking at it made me want a taste. I moved my mouth onto it and drove my tongue inside of him. He groaned in pleasure and I began to shove my tongue in and out of it. I tried to get him coated in my spit so that he would be lubed up enough not to hurt.

His body trembled and I hoped so much that I was doing okay. His ass tasted so sweet I didn’t want to stop but I wanted to fuck him more. I kneeled behind him and lined my cock up with his hole. I looked down at his round succulent bottom. It was smooth and sun-kissed and flawless.
“Please go slow,” he whispered.

“I will,” I replied. I went into his body slowly. I tried to keep it gradual but I pushed in all the way by accident while readjusting myself. He cried out and I began to pull out he reached back and gripped my right ass cheek and kept me there. He breathed for a minute; forcing himself to adjust to the seven inches inside his body. I wasn’t long but I was thick and he stayed there for a full minute before telling me to fuck him.

I began to move in and out of his body slowly and he shuddered a little. He looked relaxed and his eyes were half-closed. They were rolled back in his head completely and his mouth was open in a circle. I gained speed and was thrusting a little quicker and just a little deeper.
“Oh god, Elijah. Deeper, please!” he whimpered. His voice was soft but pleading and I began to fuck him harder. His ass clenched around my cock and felt a million times better than a mouth or hand. I lost control and suddenly felt ravenous for the body in front of me. I began to gain speed and in only a couple of seconds all I could hear was him moaning each time I slammed into him and the slapping sound of my body on his.

He loved it though. I’d been worried about hurting him, but now all I could think of was how much I loved it too.

Each thrust felt better and better and I could feel the heat rising from somewhere deep in my body. It happened sooner than I’d expected though we went for almost seven minutes. I screamed out in surprise from the pleasure and leaned over so that my body caressed his as my cum filled his body. I gasped for air and he asked me if I’d keep going. I nodded wordlessly and began to push my softening dick in and out of him. I gained speed again quickly but I was having awkward trouble keeping it inside of his body because I was soft. He had no problem though. He stroked his big hard dick beneath the two of us and quietly moaned.

His breathing became shallow and slow and he grunted as his cock shot streams of cum onto the bed. He shivered a little bit and I moved back. He kneeled and turned to me smiling.
“That was so great,” he gasped. I pulled his body close to mine and hugged him. He was sweating like mad and his ripped abs and perfect body slipped against my own and aroused me more as we kissed. His lips were so sweet and perfect. They were full and delicious and I was practically addicted to his body.

We finally ended the kiss and he picked my briefs up from the floor. He handed them to me, smiling kindly and I realized that I hadn’t been this happy in a really long time. He was so perfect. I took them and slipped them back on as he picked up his own and put them on.
We sat on the edge of the bed looking at each other deeply.

“Peaceful,” he whispered. And he was right. That was exactly what I felt.
“Yeah. Peaceful,” I agreed.
“Probably not forever,” he sighed. I looked up at him and saw that he had his eyes closed. He was so beautiful and he looked so relaxed.
“Yeah. Thank you, Savion,” I said. I hugged him closed and he kissed my neck and inhaled. He slid his hands along my forearms and pulled his face away from my neck.
“Why were you on pain medication?” he asked. I stared at him blankly. I had not the slightest idea what he was talking about because I didn’t remember telling him the night before.
“What do you mean?”

“Last night you said that you’d had sex before but you didn’t remember it because-“
“Oh. I was with a boy who gave it to me,” I cut in. He nodded.
“Who was the boy?” he asked. I frowned. I had no idea why he had to be so nosey. I answered, though, because he was so sweet.

“His name was Martin. He, erm, used to pick on me. I guess he got over it and he took me home from school one night,” I explained. I guess it was more than he asked but I thought he might.
“Why would you sleep with a guy that picked on you?” Savion asked pretending like that was why he was asking. I glared at him.

“I liked him, okay? I don’t know why you have to keep asking me all this stuff!” I shouted with frustration. He flinched as I shouted and I instantly felt guilty.
“Mm sorry,” he mumbled so quietly I could barely hear him.
“No, I am. I shouldn’t be so-“

“You know what? I’ll drive you home, alright? I forced you into this anyway. Your clothes probably aren’t finished so you can just borrow mine,” he interrupted. He rushed out of the bedroom and I leaned back.
I decided not to go without a fight.

“Savion!!” I screamed. He peeked around the corner of the doorway. I only saw half of his face as he peered around the corner sweetly. He looked so cute and needy. “I’m not going to play. I like you and I’m sorry I yelled. Please come and sit,” I said.
“We’re going to have a good day, aren’t we, Elijah?” he whispered. He came through the doorway shyly and I saw the shininess of his eyes like he was crying.
“We most certainly are,” I replied.

He smiled a little bit, shyly. He looked scared and nervous and sad. I think I made him like that but I just couldn’t stand to tear myself away...

Savion and I didn’t get dressed after our morning. We lay on the couch in our briefs and I slept on him a little bit. He slipped his fingers through my hair with care and worked out a couple knots.
It was almost noon when I awoke. He was running his hands along my waist but his eyes were closed. Because I was lying on his chest, I took his nipple into my mouth and gave it a short rough suck.
“Mmm,” he sighed. I liked the sound so I took it in my mouth again and sucked it hard and quick. “Stop it,” he mumbled quietly. I looked up at him and he looked down. His eyes were half-closed and he looked annoyed.
“Well we’re spending the day together, we might as well do something,” I said. He smiled.
“We’re hanging out. That’s doing something,” he sighed.

“We’re sleeping. That’s not anything. Why don’t we talk more? About each other?” I asked.
“Okay. Tell me about Martin,” he said. I felt like I just couldn’t win. I sighed and sat up forcing myself off of him. He moved his legs so that I could sit on the couch and looked at my deeply with his big jade eyes. He wrapped his arms around his legs and held them to his chest.
“Well. Martin has always picked on me. A little less than a month ago, he was messing with me along with some of his friends. I—don’t- fight back, I guess. I was on the ground and his friends left.” Savion held up his hand to sop me his brow was furrowed questioningly and I waited for him to speak.

“By messing with you, do you mean beating you up?” he asked. I felt embarrassed now but managed to nod without showing it. “Oh.”
“Well. He took me to his car and to his house, out I don’t really remember that and I woke up in his bed,” I said like that was the end of the story.
“So what about the medication you were talking about? The pain stuff?” he asked. I shrugged and he was obviously dissatisfied.
“He had this stuff in a syringe that he kept giving me. That’s all,” I hissed.
“Do you know what it was called?”

“No. Jesus! I don’t get why this so important to you,” I growled. It was getting hard for me to contain my anger. He was being stupid and it definitely wasn’t the thing I wanted to talk about when I was finally feeling kind of happy. He looked away from me.
“Was it blue?” he asked. I sat for a second looking at him curiously.
“Was what blue?” I gasped. He looked back at me.
“The meds,” he hissed. It was the first time he’d ever sounded so hostile toward me and I stayed silent. He kept his eyes locked with mine. They looked cold and angry. I thought back for a second. Imagining Martin with his eyes trained on the syringe flicked the glass tube which held a... blue... liquid.

“Yes,” I said. I figured it was just a lucky guess. I mean there are only so many colours in the world.
“Will you follow me? I’m sorry I... yelled,” Savion whimpered. His eyes were soft again.

“Okay,” I replied. We rose from the couch and walked to his bedroom. He walked toward the closet and opened it up. It was a double door closet that slid either way. He reached up and grabbed a shoebox from a shelf.

As he opened it gingerly and removed paper from on top of it I half expected the see fragile glass figurines from the way he handled it. Instead I found my eyes resting on jars full of light clearish-blue liquid with rubber caps. He removed a jar with extreme care and set it on his end table as he replaced the paper and lid.

“That blue?” he asked.
“Yes. That blue,” I replied in a soft breath. I felt so weird.
“Why do you have it?”
“Recreational purposes,” he replied. “I got it from Martin.” The phone rang right on cue and Savion went to the end table again to pick it up.
“Hey-Yes. Well, actually I haven’t tried it yet, but I’m sure it’s fine.-I haven’t had a reason to.-Yeah.- Okay? Bye. Wait!” he glanced up at me before continuing, “Did you ever give some to a boy named Elijah?”

I gasped. There was a long pause as Savion listened to the voice on the phone.

“Well, it wasn’t very much by HIS choice.- Yes”

I glared at Savion. He looked up at me and covered up the mouth part of the phone.

“He wants to talk to you,” he said. I took the phone from his offering hand and brought it to my ear.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hey, Elijah. Long time, aye? We haven’t spoken since-“
“Yeah. Why do you want to talk to me?” I asked. My heart fluttered hearing his voice on the phone even though I wanted to hate him for the way he’d treated me. He stayed silent for a moment.
“You’re supposed to be mine. I took you’re virginity and I’ll always have it. You can’t run around with other guys- especially guys as Godly-looking as Savion- if you want to keep me in your life,” he growled. I stood for a moment. I wanted to hiss back ‘But I don’t want to keep you in my life!’ but I was too cowardly. “And you do.”

“You’re right,” I whimpered in submission. I handed Savion the phone and wiped away the tears that were now attacking my face.
“Imma hafta’ go,” Savion said. He hung up the phone and took me into his arms.
“I have to go,” I said.
“No. Why?” he demanded.

“I just—do!” I yelled. I felt cold and I was so crazy that I wasn’t even sure what to do. I loved this great boy that was right in front of me. He was perfect to the last drop and I wanted to do so much more with him but I was scared of Martin. Martin had unearthly power in the city and the school. He knew everybody important and if he wanted me he would have me- somehow- or literally no one would have me because I knew that he could use force. His own special force. The kind of force that kept boys following him and worshipping him like he was better than anything else. “C-can I borrow some clothes?” I asked in a quieter tone. He blinked away a couple tears and forced my body against his again.

“Of course you can, Elijah,” he whispered in my ear. He ran his hands along my shoulders and kissed down my neck.

“Stop,” I pleaded quietly. He let go of me and went to his dresser. He opened up a drawer full of pants and threw a pair of jeans at me. He opened another drawer and threw a shirt at me. To my surprise we both laughed at it a little because I didn’t catch them gracefully. He got clothes out for himself and let me dress in peace. I walked out into the living room after dressing to find him ready to go. We walked downstairs without a word and got in his car. Instead of starting it, he stared blankly ahead.
“You can’t catch,” he said. I held back a smile.

“I know. I can slap though,” I replied. He smiled at me.

“Oh yeah?” he said. I smiled back a little bit and nodded. I let the suspense build for a second than gave him a hard slap on his cheek and he instantly forced his mouth onto mine before I could even totally recoil my hand from the slap. We kissed for a moment only stopping to gasp for breath and finally climbed into his backseat with our lips joined.

He practically tore my jeans to get them down to my ankles along with my undies. He was already unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans. He turned me over and I bent in front of him in the “doggy style” position. I felt his cock against my asshole within a second but once he realized it wouldn’t just slip in, he spread my ass cheeks and spat right on my hole. Without rubbing it in or anything he pressed his cock to my hole again and pushed. My cries filled the car. My cries of PLEASURE.

“Ahh, ahhh, ah,” I gasped as he entered my body all the way. His dick was so big and felt so nice inside of me. More than nice, even. It was the most wonderful thing I’d ever felt in my life. The orgasm that could’ve followed would have been even better but unfortunately I have very bad luck. He pounded my ass passionately for maybe six minutes. He had his arms wrapped around me running his fingers absentmindedly over my nipples- squeezing and pinching and rubbing and making my feel marvellous.

There was a knock on the window and I wanted to pretend he wasn’t there, but when Savion screamed there was no denying it.
“Fuck! Martin? What the hell?” he screamed.
“Everyone can see you. It’s broad daylight; finish up so we can talk,” he replied with his voice sounding funny as he yelled through the glass. We didn’t “finish” though. Instead, we yanked up our jeans and crawled out of the car feeling humiliated. I was still breathing heavily and the fabric of my undies and my jeans could barely contain my swollen, throbbing cock which was so hard and restrained it was painful.

“So Elijah. Do you not care about me?” Martin said.

“I do! I just-” I just what? I cared about Savion more? No! I loved Savion. In a special way. He had never hit me. In fact, I’d hit him. He’d been gentle with me and hadn’t raped me and he’d been almost totally honest and he’d made me fucking pancakes. PANCAKES!!
It was time for me to make a real decision and take control of my own damn life!
Why was Martin being so possessive of me anyway?

“You what?” Martin growled. His face was an inch from mine and he smelled like booze. His once gorgeous phizog was now a hideous scowl and I wanted nothing but to get away from him. The tone of his voice was- threatening? He wouldn’t threaten me. But he would and his next words did exactly that. “If you say you love him I swear to God, I’ll hurt you. Worse than ever before,” he hissed.

I thought he might go onto describe what “worse than ever before” was. Fortunately and unfortunately (at the time I didn’t know how to feel) Savion punched him in the mouth before he could say another word. Tears streamed from his eyes which were filled to the top with shock at his own actions and, instead of attacking Martin more, he threw his arms around me needily and cried into my neck. For a split second I forgot that my ex bully/lover was lying on the ground holding his hand over his mouth as he bled. I forgot that I hated my life and that all I had to go home to was my always blank mum. I also forgot that my dick hurt more than any pain I’d ever felt.

But from this sobbing moment as this sexy, needy, crazy, druggy, sexy boy held onto me like I was all he had in the world, I knew that my life could only get better with him.
Hi. I hope you liked it. Comment and rate and criticize and praise. I’m sorry it was so long but this was originally two separate parts. Part Four should be out soon and that should be the end. Oh, but don’t you worry your pretty little hearts out if you actually LIKED it. I’ve got more in my arsenal.

Love, Grady (^ ;