The lumberjack boyfriend - Morgan’s POV - Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Chapter 2

I heard him coming before he even reached the porch. I knew he would accept my invitation.

The soft creak of the boards, the hesitant pause outside the door. I was already waiting with the mask on. The second he got close I pulled the door open.

There he was. Looking at me with devotion.

Skinny. Glasses. Old t-shirt and loose shorts. Looking up at me like he already knew exactly what he’d walked into.

“Look who crawled over here with his pussy all wet. Gay Potter. Right on fucking time.”

He couldn’t speak. I watched his cock twitch hard against those thin shorts, a wet spot already forming. He was so into me, like I was a God to him.

I stepped out, closing the door behind me. The mask stayed on. I got close enough that the heat of my bare chest hit him. The smell of beer, sweat, and me wrapped around his face.

I didn’t say anything at first. I just held up my phone, screen bright in the dark, and turned it toward him. His own TikTok profile stared back — every single video he had liked in the last three months. Masked men in the woods. Ghostface. Stalkers. Dark-romance edits. Hundreds of red hearts. All his.

“Look at that. Little brother-in-law’s private spank bank. Every dirty little video of masked cock about to ruin some shy boy’s throat. You sat in that cabin jerking off to this shit while I was right next door, didn’t you? Thinking about me. Wishing it was me under the mask. Well… wish granted, Gay Potter.”

He was speechless but clearly horny. 

“You’ve been watching those dirty little videos, haven’t you? The ones with the masked guys who make the shy boys run. I saw every single like. You’re not as shy as you pretend to be.”

His face burned. “I… I don’t—”

“Run.”

The word came out low.

Then I said it again, clearer.

“Run into the woods, boy. You’ve got a ten-second head start. After that I’m coming after you.”

His legs moved. He turned and bolted off the porch, across the grass, straight into the trees.

I gave him the full ten seconds, then followed at a steady pace. I could hear him moving ahead of me.

“You can run faster than that, Gay Potter. Come on. Make it interesting.”

He stumbled. I closed the distance and caught him by the back of the neck, pulling him back against my chest. My cock was already hard inside my jeans, pressed against him. I kept one arm around his waist and let him feel it.

“Feel that? That’s the cock you’ve been staring at all day. The one that was half-hard in the lake while you sat there watching me. Is this what you want boy? Tell me.”

He made a quiet, broken sound. I let out a quiet “Yes.”

Of course he wanted. I would only do it if he wanted.

I slid my hand down the back of his shorts and gripped his ass, squeezing. My thumb brushed over his hole. He was already soft and warm.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Already this excited up for your sister’s boyfriend.”

I turned him around and pushed him gently but firmly against a tree. Then I pulled the mask off and tossed it aside. I wanted him to see my face.

“On your knees.”

He dropped.

I undid my belt and jeans, pushing them down just far enough. My cock sprang free — thick, heavy, already leaking. I tapped the head against his lips, smearing precum across them.

“Open up, Gay Potter. You’ve been wanting this, right? Open your mouth if this is what you want.”

He opened his mouth.

I pushed in slowly at first, letting him feel the weight of it, then went deeper. He gagged when I hit the back of his throat, but he didn’t pull away. I rested both hands in his hair and started moving, using his mouth with steady, deep strokes. Spit ran down his chin. His glasses fogged. Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes, but he stayed on his knees and took it.

“That’s it… just like that. Good boy.”

I fucked his mouth deeper, watching the way his throat stretched around me. The wet sounds filled the quiet woods. My breathing got heavier. I could feel myself getting close fast.

I pulled back until just the head rested on his tongue.

“Open wide. Stick your tongue out. I want to see it.”

He did.

I stroked myself and came hard across his face — thick ropes landing on his tongue, his cheeks, his glasses, his chin. I kept going until he was covered, watching every drop land on him.

When I finished I stood there breathing hard, looking down at him.

“Fucking hell. You look even better like this.”

I dragged two fingers through the cum on his cheek and pressed them against his lips. He opened and cleaned them without being told.

I tucked myself back into my jeans and zipped up.

“Clean yourself up a little… then get back to your cabin before your parents wake up.”

He looked up at me, face wet and messy, lips swollen, chest still rising fast.

I gave him a small, crooked smile.

“Same time tomorrow night. We’re gonna play another game. And next time I’m not stopping at your mouth.”

I turned and walked back toward the cabins, leaving him there on his knees in the dirt with my cum drying on his face.

I walked back to the cabin with my boots heavy on the grass, the mask dangling from one hand. The second I closed the door behind me the quiet hit hard. I stood there in the dark for a long minute, just breathing.

My cock was still half-hard, sticky against my thigh. I could still feel the heat of his mouth, the way his throat had fluttered when I pushed deep, the wet sounds he made while he choked on me. I’d never had a guy suck me before. Never even thought about it. Not really. That was the kind of thing other men did, not me. I had a girlfriend. I liked pussy. Always had.

But fuck…

Nothing had ever felt that good. He made me feel fucking special, like a God.

Not Jenna’s mouth. Not any of the girls before her. Nothing had ever wrapped around my cock that tight and wet and desperate.  It was like a fucking Dyson.

Nothing had ever taken me that deep without pulling off. The way he looked up at me with those fogged glasses and my cum dripping down his face, I kept seeing it every time I closed my eyes. He was looking at me like I was a Greek statue, the most perfect man on earth. Shit!

I sat down hard on the edge of the bed and dragged both hands over my face.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I had just face-fucked my girlfriend’s little brother in the woods and came harder than I had in years. And the worst part, the part that made my stomach turn and my cock twitch at the same time, was that I already knew I was going to do it again tomorrow night. He loved it but I loved it too…

I stared at the wall in the dark, jaw tight, still tasting the pleasure and the guilt mixed together, and for the first time in a long time I had no idea what the hell I was becoming. 

Fuck, I need a drink!

Gay-Potter:

Even after he walked away, I stayed on my knees for a long time.

My face was sticky and cooling in the night air. My throat felt used. My cock was still hard and leaking inside my shorts. I should have felt ashamed. I should have felt angry or scared.

Instead, all I could think was how much I had loved every second of it. It was the best moment of my life, the most exciting, the time I felt more alive in all my years of existence.

The mask. The chase. The way he held my head and used my mouth. The weight of him on my tongue. The way he looked at me when he came across my face. I had never been that hard in my life. I had never felt that wanted, that taken, that completely owned.

I finally stood up on shaky legs, wiped my face with the bottom of my shirt as best I could, and started walking back toward my cabin.

I already knew I would be there again tomorrow night. I was obsessed with Morgan…

Author’s note: All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.