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I felt so dizzy, and so confused. Resting my forehead against the window seemed to help, the cold glass soothing the embers of what had just happened. The scene flashed over and over again as the car sped on through street after street. I remembered that I didn't know where I was anymore. The blur of trees and occasional house meant nothing to me; reminders that I wasn't in the safe and known. I smiled, how well that was true. Beside me sat the boy whom I'd always wanted, always needed. Finally he had decided he wanted me, and he got what he wanted. That was about 20 minutes ago now. The tenderness with which I had to sit was a constant reminder of that. It was so strange and alien to me. I had always ran and avoided pain at any cost, so why now did I want him back in me, hurting me, healing me? I shook my head, grinding it against the glass. I couldn't bring myself to look at his face, and he hadn't spoken to me since we left the school. We eventually stopped at a petrol station.
"Stay in the car." He said in a tone that rang with the call of authority. I didn't respond, my mind was still to burdened, trying to make sense of everything. It had all happened, was still happening wasn't it? Was this real? I shook my head. I needed air. I looked out of the window, Thomas was heading around to the toilets. Stealing myself, I opened the door and climbed out. The trees around waved and shook with a cool breeze, but where I stood the building stopped it from reaching me. So I turned and walked away, out from under the canopy and into the light and wind. I walked a little way, and slumped down in a flower bed. The air cleared my head a little, and I began to realise that I should go back home, to somewhere I knew, somewhere safe. I watched the cars zoom by, wondering if I should stick with Thomas or try and hitch a ride home. A body flew into me and before I knew it I was pinned. Looking up I saw it was Thomas, anger etched firmly into his face. I tried to buck him off but he merely tightened his grip on my arms, and held my legs with his own, forcing his crotch to press firmly against mine.
"I told you not to get out of the car." Thomas growled at me. I continued to squirm and writhe under him, and I felt him begin to stiffen against me. I would've also, but I was to afraid, and too ready to fight. "Stop!" He snapped. I stopped, glaring at him I spoke with a voice that attempted to hold a power the matched the one in Thomas' voice.
"Get off me" I said with wavering fury.
"I told you not to get out of the car." I shook my head.
"Get off of me"
"No". I began to struggle against him again. He slammed my wrists into the ground. "Stop fighting me". I kept trying to break free, my heartbeat racing frantically.
"Let me go!" I screamed. I was losing the will of fight, and the fear kept rising. I needed to get away. The scream shook with the fear. I was helpless like this, and I couldn't accept it. The anger began to fade from his face and he began to hush me. But I was beyond reason, just like a horse I was spooked and needed to gallop away to safety before I could calm, I needed to break free to do that. A pair of lips met mine. I froze. I was shaking, quivering, like an animal does when it is scared. He rose up his chest, so he could look at me.
"Why are you fighting me? Why are you afraid?" He asked, confused.
"please let me go" I begged. He considered it, and rolled off of me, but kept me there with his arms, wrapped around my chest. It took me a moment to realise it was a hug, and I began to shelter in it. Slowly I stopped shaking, and regained my senses, but I was now embarrassed, and the fear lurked behind a curtain, and was all too ready to burst out and claim me again. I was still panting though, and hid from my fear behind the protective arms that held me.
"I don't understand" Thomas said. I was silent but began to hug him in return and nuzzled up to his neck. "explain".
"I. I can't". I couldn't let myself, wouldn't. It was something I had buried long ago, and couldn't have resurface. It needed to remain buried.
"Adam." he said, squeezing me gently. "tell me. I'll not allow something, anything to hurt you anymore. But I need to know what it is I'm protecting you from. Why did you react that way?" Maybe it was because of what he said, or that he was holding me, but for the first time I opened up a part of myself I had sworn to keep in the dark part of my mind.
"It began when I was seven." My voice was surprisingly steady, and now I had begun I knew I had to finish. " I came home from school, I'd always been bullied, but always fought back, always hurt them, as much as they hurt me." He hugged me tighter. "But my brother was angry, had been for a long time, and it was then he began to focus it all on me. He began to hit me. I could never hurt someone I loved, so I used to run and hide. So he began to pin me down, and hit me, and there was nothing I could do but take it. I. I couldn't hurt him, but I have never been so helpless, I cannot be helpless. If I cannot fight I need to run. Lying there, unable to even move, and have someone you love pummel the sanity out of you." I trailed off. The story had been told. It was strange, I thought, felt like crying, but in Thomas' embrace I felt so safe. No tears would come. Thomas sighed.
"Adam. When you said you'd be my bitch, I meant it. You are mine now. Mine to protect, to love. I promise I'll never hurt you, I'll never let anything hurt you again." I believed him, and opened my eyes to something I had closed my eyes off to. I loved him. He walked my to the car, as though I were made from glass. Soon we were travelling. And I finally returned to a state of normalcy, well, I suppose I was more baffled now then ever before. I loved someone? They loved me? And I had opened up to someone and told them the truth? I was a possession to someone else? Thomas' groan brought me out of my own head.
"what's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"You made me hard, and it won't go away, and its beginning to ache." Looking down, I could see the tent in his school trousers. Smiling I leaned over and unfastened his trousers, as he was going commando, his long, mighty spear pointed straight up once it was free. I didn't hesitate. Ducking under his arms I took it into my mouth. "What are you doing?" Baty asked in surprise. But in a moment he was moaning as I reached the base of his shaft, my nose touching the skin of thigh. The heat of it was amazing, but it was nothing compared to the scent it released, and that was only outmatched by it's taste. I felt a hand grab my hair and push down, trying to force more into my throat. I began to gag, which served only to make Thomas moan more. "Adam.ohh.Adam" He moaned. Finally I forced my head up to breathe. After taking a deep breath I went back down to the base and began to bob up and down, enjoying the sensation of his cock poking the back of my throat. Enjoying the feeling of it. I felt the car swerve and a car's horn blast. "Stop Adam, you're gonna get us killed." But I couldn't stop, and if he really wanted me to why was he continuing to push me down onto him and try to hump my mouth in his seat? His heavy breathing passed gently over the back of my neck, sending shivers down my body and helped tantalise his throbbing cock.
Soon my mouth was aching, but I needed to continue. I needed to taste his cum on my tongue, needed it to fill me, just like a man dying of thirst needed water. It became the only goal in my world. But I didn't even know if he was anywhere close to is climax. I felt the car come to a stop, and Thomas roll down his window. "Stay down" he said in a low voice. I complied, staying at the base of his cock holding my breath.
"Hi, What can I get you?" A man's voice said.
"Can I get." Thomas gasped as my gagging reflex kicked in. "erm can I get two deli sandwiches please and two cokes." He moaned as the reflex got stronger.
"That'll be four-fifty. Just pull up at the next booth, and I hope you enjoy your blowjob." He said with a laugh.
"I am. He sucks like a pro." Thomas said breathlessly. The man laughed.
"Well maybe sometime us three should get together. Here's my number." I felt Thomas move, and felt him push further into my throat. Thomas moaned.
"Hang on can I stay here and finish?" Thomas asked the guy
"by all means" the guy said eagerly. Thomas titled his seat back, presumably to give the guy watching a better view. He held the top of my head in both hands, and undid his seatbelt. He began to face fuck me as best as he could. His breathing became a pant, and I heard the guy begin to moan too. I could only guess he was wanking off to the show we were putting on. Soon Thomas became to moan without attempts of being quiet, and his body begin to convulse. He came. The torrent of cum quickly filled my mouth, I swallowed it down, savouring the beautiful taste of it. Regretting that he eventually stopped shooting jets of it into my mouth. I kept sucking a while longer though, making sure I got everything. From above I heard the guy's moans begin to become louder. "Will he swallow my cum too?" he asked Thomas.
" Adam." he said, urging me to. Reluctant to leave Thomas' cock I leaned up and out of the window and swallowed the cock pointing towards me. The guy placed his hand on the side of my head and face fucked me. In only seven maybe eight thrusts he came too with a loud extended moan. His cum was tasty, but no where as near as satisfying as Thomas'. I swallowed it all though.and again kept sucking to make sure I got it all. The guy withdrew and leaned down and kissed me. His mouth grinding against mine, while his tongue eagerly probed my mouth. Then Thomas pulled me back and everyone made themselves decent.
"you were right. He's fucking amazing." The man said. I smiled.
"I know, that's why he's mine." Thomas said proudly.
"we have to get together. And soon" the guy said.
"sure" Thomas said. He pulled forward and grabbed the sandwiches from a man who stared open mouthed at us. Without a word he pulled me in for a quick kiss and pulled away.