Exploration Date – Part 13 (Patreon)

Everyone in this story is 18+

Later that afternoon my phone buzzed while I was sprawled on my bed scrolling mindlessly. Phoenix’s name lit the screen.

“Yo A. Come to my room. Got something for you.”

No question mark. Just the command. I stared at it for a second, thumb hovering, then typed back “On my way” before I could overthink it.

His dorm was across the quad, third floor like he’d said. Door was cracked when I got there. I pushed in without knocking—habit by now.

Phoenix was shirtless on his bed, scrolling on his phone, one leg kicked up. The room smelled like fresh laundry and whatever cologne he drowned himself in. A couple shopping bags sat on the desk—black and matte, logos I recognized from the mall spots he dragged me to sometimes.

He looked up, smirked. “Took you long enough, princess. Close the door.”

He jerked his chin at the bags. “Bought you some shit. You look like a hobo half the time. Like Kai. With me you gotta rep right. Can’t have my boy walking around in those ratty hoodies looking like he’s still in high school.”

My stomach did a weird flip at Kai’s name—quick, sharp, gone. I ignored it, stepped over, peeked inside. Crisp white tees, fitted black joggers, a couple henleys that looked expensive as fuck, even a pair of dark jeans that felt heavy in my hands.

“Damn,” I said, holding up a shirt. “These are nice.”

“Yeah, no shit. Try ‘em on. I wanna see.”

I peeled off my hoodie and tee without thinking twice—gym habit now. Phoenix watched, eyes lazy but sharp, like he was appraising livestock. I tugged on the white tee first. It hugged my chest and shoulders tighter than anything I owned, fabric soft but structured.

He sat up, nodding slow. “There we go. Look at that. Finally starting to fill shit out. Turn.”

I did. Felt dumb, but the mirror on his closet door didn’t lie—shoulders looked broader, arms had veins popping when I flexed. The shirt made my waist look smaller. I looked… good.

“Better,” he said. “Now the jeans.”

I kicked off my sweats, stepped into the dark ones. They fit snug through the thighs, tapered at the ankle. Expensive denim. I zipped up, turned again.

Phoenix whistled low. “Fuck yeah. The glutes are starting to pop too. Girls are gonna line up once we hit the parties hard.”

I laughed—half real, half awkward. “Speaking of, thought you had a date lined up tonight?”

His face darkened for a split second, then he shrugged like it was nothing. “Yeah. Fucking bitch stood me up. Said she’d ‘heard things.’ Delulu cunt. Whatever. Don’t put your dick in crazy, right?”

He said it light, but his jaw ticked. I didn’t push.

“Her loss,” I muttered, tugging at the hem of the shirt.

Phoenix stood up, slow, stalking over. He was close enough I could smell the sweat still on him from earlier. “Damn right.”

His hand landed on my shoulder—firm, thumb digging in just enough to make me feel it. Then it slid down my arm, squeezed my bicep.

“You clean up nice, A. Real nice.”

The air shifted. Thick. His other hand came up, fingers hooking the collar of the new tee, pulling me half a step closer.

“On your knees.”

No question. Just that low growl.

I dropped. Carpet rough under my knees. He was already undoing his shorts, fat cock springing free—thick, half-hard already, veins standing out like ropes. The head was flushed dark, a bead of pre already leaking.

“Open.”

I did. He didn’t ease in. Just gripped the back of my head and pushed—deep, straight to the back of my throat. I gagged hard, eyes watering instantly. Spit flooded my mouth, drooling down my chin in thick strings.

“Fuck—take it,” he grunted, hips snapping forward. “That’s it. Choke on it like a good little slut.”

He fucked my face hard—fast, relentless. No buildup. Balls slapped my chin wet and heavy with every thrust. My throat burned, spasmed around him. I couldn’t breathe right—nose buried in his pubes on every downstroke, musk thick and overwhelming. Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with spit and pre that leaked out the corners of my mouth.

He didn’t talk much—just grunts, low curses. “Yeah—fuck—tighter—swallow it—”

His grip tightened in my hair, yanking my head back for a second so he could look down at me—face wrecked, lips swollen, drool everywhere—then slammed back in deeper.

I felt him swell, thicken even more. His thrusts turned erratic, punishing.

“Gonna—” he snarled.

Hot flood hit the back of my throat—thick ropes, bitter and salty. I swallowed what I could; the rest spilled out, dripping down my chin, soaking the new white tee. He kept pumping through it, milking every drop into my mouth until he finally pulled out with a wet pop.

His cock slapped my cheek once—casual, possessive—then he stepped back, breathing heavy.

“Clean yourself up,” he said, already turning toward his phone like nothing happened. “Bathroom’s there.”

I stumbled up, legs shaky, throat raw. Cum and spit streaked my face, dripped onto the expensive shirt. I shut the bathroom door behind me, leaned over the sink, and ran cold water. Splashed my face hard—once, twice. The mirror showed red eyes, swollen lips, a stranger staring back. I rinsed my mouth, spat, rinsed again. The taste lingered anyway.

My phone buzzed on the counter where I’d dropped it.

Kai’s name.

I opened it slow.

“Hey, hope you’re well. Just wanted to let you know. Mom is kinda sick.”

No emojis. No “bro” or “Lo.” Just that.

My thumb hovered over the keyboard. Stomach twisted—harder than the throat-fuck. I stared at the words until the screen dimmed.

Then I locked the phone. Set it face-down. Didn’t reply.

When I walked back out, Phoenix was lounging on the bed again, shorts back on, scrolling.

He glanced up, smirked. “You good?”

“Yeah,” I croaked. Voice wrecked.

He laughed—low, easy. “Bro, if I don’t find a girl soon, I’m gonna tear up that virgin ass for sure.”

He said it laughing. But the laugh didn’t reach his eyes.

And the way he looked at me—slow, hungry, like he was already picturing it—didn’t sound like a joke at all.

I swallowed. Throat still burned. “Yeah,” I said, forcing a grin that felt like glass. “Maybe.”

He just kept staring.