Here I am lying on the bad, my dick slung over to the side. I can feel a light breeze from the AC glide over it. Almost instantly, it grows hard once more. The only thought that I have on my mind is JC. I remember the last night we slept together. He just finished with me to his satisfaction and got off the bed. I watched his naked self, the muscles moving beneath his skin along with his thin limbs as he picked up his clothing.nextHe turned around to face me after his pants were resting on his hips. I quickly closed my eyes to seem as if I was sleeping. Although I’m sure he knew I was awake. I could feel him walking towards me. My heart raced. His warm hand touched the curve of my ass, his fingers prying apart the cheeks. Out of the blue I felt his fingers, four at least, jam inside of me. His fingers curled and he lifted up. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream out in pain but also in pleasure. I could feel his mouth come close to my face. His breath smelled of coffee.
“Justin, the fuck of the group. Nothing but a tight little asshole that loves late night fucks. Does you mother know what you do with this ass?” He jerked me up harder. “I. Hate. You.” Then I heard the door slam.
I believe I cried for a few hours after that. The tears weren’t for sadness or the harsh words he whispered, but because I know he loves me.
There is no other reason why he would continue to come into my room almost every night and fuck me. Yes, he has a girlfriend that he claims he loves very much but if she truly satisfied him, he wouldn’t be having his dick shoved up my ass.
He always says he hates me. He always calls me names. He always feels the need to state he hates homosexuals. They’re just lies. All of them, lies he created to feel safe. Reality, he is scared shitless that he’s in love with me. Scared that he loves me.
Scared to face the truth.
He’s slowly showing that he loves me. He killed my girlfriend. I bet he killed his ex, Livvie not because she was sleeping with Lance but for the simple reason so rid himself with any chains holding him back from being with me.
But then why is Gennie still around? Why won’t he just end her life for me? She’s a woman for Christ’s sake. She’s got a pussy and tits. There’s nothing glamorous about that stuff. If you ask me, whenever I am forced to eat a girl out I find myself gagging at the intoxicating smell of their insides. JC wants dick.
I have the dick.
Ugh, Gennie. She doesn’t love him. She never comes on tour with him, she never calls him, she doesn’t even care that he’s cheating.
I hate women.
All this rage I have towards the bitch made me just noticed I came all over my hand. I guess while thinking about JC, I started jacking off. Better get a towel.
I take a wonderful little field trip to the bathroom reminding myself what I need to get but I am distracted by a knock at my door. Who the hell can that be? We don’t leave for another… glance at watch… hour and a half.
Still naked and now sticky, I swing the door wide open already knowing that fans don’t know we’re in town. I smile instantly as I am slammed against the wall and kissed roughly. Hands wrap around my dick and squeeze tightly.