Straight A's | Christmas Special E3 (Patreon)

Everyone is over the age of 18

From Joe's POV:

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This might have been a smaller problem if the university wasn't on break for the winter. Normally, I'm too busy with projects and exams to care about this kind of stuff. And since I'm not going home this year, I just found myself thinking about Caleb’s text a lot. 

I imagine the reason is because we didn't separate on bad terms. I'm not sure if the word “separate” is even justified here since we weren't together. It was just a good thing that ended abruptly after Caleb got his scholarship to move somewhere else. 

Do I feel bitter about it? Maybe? But it all worked out for the better, right? I wouldn’t have met Troy otherwise. 

Speaking of Troy, he must be extra relaxed from passing his exams or something, because he is so horny. His libido wasn't low before and we averaged doing it at least once every two days. However, it's been twice a day since we've gone into the holidays. 

I can feel him eyeing me as we do our own thing in the living room. He's watching something on the TV, and I'm still staring at Caleb's text message like something might change about it.

Like, maybe he'll explain why he's texting me now after all this time? Why didn’t he do it when he first moved away?

“Who are you talking to?” Troy asks, standing up and pulling off his shorts presumptively.

“It's a friend from… hey.” I barely swipe away before Troy takes the phone from my hand and throws it on the far end on the couch. His half-erect dick points at my face, and I naturally try to find my bearings by reaching out my hands.

Troy grabs my wrist, controlling my movements, and his other hand wraps around the back of my head. The firmness of his actions guides my neck forward and I have his dick in my mouth within a millisecond. I love when he takes control like this. It’s exactly what I want.

“Good beta,” he sighs, his blood filling up his big organ. “Open wide, Joe.” 

“AhHHhKKk...” I loosen my jaw and swallow my jock boyfriend’s cock happily. 

“I'm going to fuck you again once you get me nice and hard.” Troy controls the rhythm that I suck. “You still got this morning’s load in you?”

“Mmm…” 

“Yo,” he stops me and I look up at him with my mouth stuffed, “I asked you a question.”

“Yuuh,” I mumble. 

“Say it again,” 

“Yuhh…” His cock makes me drool on myself. “Ah sta…fuh…uh…” Troy knows this kind of degrading gets me real horned up for a fucking. 

“You won't need any lube then, won't you, beta loser?” 

“No…GUHhHHh!” 

“Don't puke on my junk, loser. Tongue.” I pant as the jock tucks his shirt under his chin. He taps his boner on my tongue, and whistles. “Getting off on this, you beta? Pants off. Now.” 

I lick his swollen tip a couple more times lovingly, and then stand up. Troy gives me a real kiss, then playfully pushes me down on the couch. I'm just wearing boxers since we've spent all day at home, and they come off easily when Troy pulls roughly at them. 

My hole is still a little sore from the morning fuck, and having my cheeks spread apart amplifies that lovely pain. 

“You better not be lying about my load still being in you. You ready for another one?” 

“Yeah, I — ahHHHhHh!” I slam my face down on the couch cushion as Troy claims my hole with one smooth entry. “Troy!” 

“Oh, I feel it,” he groans, moving an inch out and I feel his morning jizz lubricate the movement. “You're such a cock loving slut, Joe.” Troy pulls out completely, lifting off my back to look at what he's doing. “It's going to get frothy.” 

“MMmMmM!” I groan as he sinks back in completely, this time adding a couple thrusts in. 

“Who's your alpha?”

Troy doesn't give me a chance to answer before pummeling me into the couch. My legs cramp as they try to flail, and he holds me down as he fucks me unsparingly.

“You feel that? You're a loose little slut,” he hisses as he pulls out completely again, and I feel his precious load foam at my ring. “I've destroyed this hole.” 

“Yes…” I say meekly as I feel for something to grip onto. This isn’t going to be a gentle fuck, and I need to prepare myself. 

Instead of the edge of the couch cushion that I was looking for, I touch my phone. 

“Any looser, and I'm not going to be able to cream this bubble butt anymore.” Troy tenderly wipes my hole and I pucker for him. “God, I love your ass, Joe.” 

“Oh my god, Troy…” I shiver in ecstasy as I feel his sharp jawline in my cheeks. He's been lazier with shaving since the semester has ended, and the prickly feeling of his face is just fantastic. “Oh my god…” 

“I can eat this hole all day,” he mumbles as he laps at my ass. “MMMmm…”

Maybe it's just muscle memory or maybe it's something else. I unlock the phone in my hand and Caleb's message thread pops up again. Then, with unbelievable timing, a new message appears. 

“It's really me.” 

A picture loads and I gasp as I make it full screen. 

When did he get that tattoo? 

It could be a spa that he's at, or maybe a hotel pool from the looks of the standard white towel. His pecs are a lot more developed than the last time I saw him, and dark ink etched his left bicep. He doesn't have the bad haircut anymore, but it certainly is him. 

“I love you, Joe,” Troy whispers with a small kiss on my tailbone. “Are you a little sore?” He tongues my swollen hole gently. 

“A little,” I reply, zooming into the tattoo to try to make out what it is. The quality of the picture isn't high enough for me to do so. 

“Do you still want to fuck? I can get off like this, I think.” 

I zoom down to where Caleb clutches the towel, following the lines of his abs down to a slightly darker shade of hair. 

“Fuck me. Gently,” I say as I return to the original picture dimensions, memorizing each detail, before locking my phone. 

“Okay.” Troy comes up, and spoons me on the couch. He lifts my right leg. “You tell me if it hurts,” he says as he slides in me again slowly. The extra work he's done with rimming me has really opened me up and my body gives him no resistance as he lodges his manhood inside the most intimate part of me. 

“Oh fuck,” I close my eyes and say. My mind redraws the lines of the picture of Caleb. We only got to fuck the one time. The one position. 

What if it was like this? 

Lips kiss my shoulder and my ass gets fucked slowly. 

“Is that good?” Troy asks, but in my mind, it becomes Caleb’s voice. What I remember of his voice anyway. 

“Yeah,” I whisper. 

“You should cum first,” Caleb says in my ear. “Hold your leg. I want to do it.” I hold my leg up, and his hand caresses my cock. “You're so hard, Joe.” 

“Joseph,” I say. 

“Alright… Joseph,” he says with a chuckle. “Whatever gets you off.” 

“Oh my god. A little faster,” I moan, picturing Caleb’s smooth pecs against my back. “Please.”

“Like this?” The perfect pressure on my prostate heightens the pleasure.

“Oh my god! Yeah! Just like that! Oh my god!”  

“You're going to make me bust if you keep moaning like that,” he warns. “So fucking hot.”

“Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I shout loudly, remembering how Caleb’s face looked just as he needed to release. 

“Oh Joe, I love you… I love you…oh fuck!”

“Ah! Ahh!” I cum freely into the air, and hump backwards, trying to get as much dick as I can in me as the contractions lead my body’s movements in a chaotic delirium. 

“Oh fuck… I love you, Joe… I love you…” Troy whispers as he mounts me deeply.

“I love you too,” I say breathlessly, speared by my boyfriend’s big dick. 

“I'm so happy we're spending Christmas together. It's going to be the best. I love you, Joe.” He kisses my neck, and suddenly the most awful feeling of guilt and shame rush my body. 

“I love you too,” I say again as normally as I can.