In The End

Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one. This story is the product of my twisted mind. Please don’t sue me!!!


So there I stood. By all rights I should have been terrified. Taking some guy I know barely anything about back to my empty apartment to have sex. I was aware that it was insane. Didn’t stop me though. After about five minutes of me standing there debating whether or not I should just leave, I saw a car that fit the description he gave me pull into the parking lot. Unsure if it was him or not, I just stood there. And then he got out of the car. At the risk of sounding like a complete flamer may I just say “yummy!?” With a quick glance in my direction he walked into the store, emerging a minute later with a bottle of water in hand. He nodded his head in the direction of his car and got in, so I walked over and opened the passenger side door.

“Irvine?”

“Yeah that’s me… and I’m assuming you’re Squall. Hop in. What’s up?”

All right… so maybe I was terrified. I mean… it wasn’t exactly the smartest thing I’d ever done.

“Nothin’ much. You?”

“Same old… so where’s your place at?”

With that I gave him directions to my apartment and we were off. It was a pretty quiet car ride. My mind racing through the many ways he could degrade and kill me before dumping my lifeless body in the woods somewhere. The longest three block car ride of my life. Turned out Irvine hadn’t planned to kill me and we made it the whole long grueling way safely. Trying desperately not to shake I led him up into my apartment.

The first hour or so was pretty uneventful. I grabbed myself a can of Mountain Dew out of the fridge and we just sat and talked for a while. We were interrupted, for about five minutes, by my drunken roommates who had come back from the party to check on me. Apparently they approved from the smirks on their faces as they left. We moved into the bedroom to mess around with my computer for a little bit. I sat on the bed amused beyond belief as Irvine tried desperately to beat my pinball scores.

Finally, he gave up and turned around.

“So, I know you’re a virgin but I wanna know exactly what I’m dealing with here. What all have you done?”

With that I turned a nice bright shade of red. “Um… well I’ve kissed.”

“And that’s it?”

“Yeah, that’s it.”

With that he came over, sat down next to me and gave me the most serious look I’ve ever seen. But there was no way I could ever have predicted his next words…

“Are you ticklish?”

I just stared at him, mouth wide open in confusion.

“Well are you?”

“Um… what may I ask has that to do with anything?”

He chuckled. “Oh, nothing at all, just wondering.”

My relaxation after his answer lasted only a brief moment before he lunged at me and began tickling me like a crazed madman. It didn’t take him very long to realize that I am ticklish. Very ticklish. An all out battle ensued. A tickle-wrestling match if you will. It was pretty pointless on my part. I’m a bit on the scrawny side and this guy had just gotten out of the army a few months back. Our battle raged on for about ten minutes before we both collapsed on the bed convulsing from laughing so hard we couldn’t continue.

And then he kissed me. Just reached over, grabbed my hip, pulled me towards him and kissed me. And there were no complaints coming from me. Even when his hand moved down my hip and thigh before traveling back up my inner hip and thigh. He started massaging me through my jeans and it really didn’t take too long for me to get hard. I knew I was ready for this… but apparently I didn’t know how ready.

Gaining a little bit of confidence I slid my hand up under his shirt, massaging his back with my hand for a minute before throwing all caution to the wind and just taking the shirt off him. My shirt as well as the rest of our clothes soon followed.

Without warning his tongue stopped its exploration of my mouth and he just stared at me for a few seconds, as if searching my eyes for permission to continue.

“You do know that once you do this there’s no taking it back right?”

I didn’t answer for a second, shocked that he would care about me regretting it later on, but finally mustered out a, “Yeah I know.”

“If you feel even the slightest doubt, I don’t care how small… just stop me ok?”

“Ok… but honestly, I am ready for this. There is not even the smallest glimmer of a doubt in my mind.”

“Well then if you’re sure…”

And with that he reached for his pants, pulling a bottle of lube from his pocket. I watched intently as he coated the fingers of his right hand with it liberally before reaching between my legs and inserting one into me. It was the strangest feeling as he moved his finger around, stretching me out and coating my insides with the lube. Didn’t take long to get used to though; felt kinda good. When he pushed a second finger inside however it started to hurt a bit… kinda burned a little. Didn’t say anything though. I knew it had to be done. After a few minutes he seemed satisfied. He grabbed the lube again and coated his dick with it rather well. My legs were pushed back and he positioned himself against me for entry.

“You ready?”

I nodded.

With one hand on my waist for support he thrust himself completely inside of me. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to hold back the tears. Holy shit did it hurt!

“You ok?” he asked, obviously worried.

Weakly I nodded my head. “Yeah, just give me a minute.”

“Ok. I’m not gonna move. Once you feel comfortable just let me know ok?”

“K.”

He reached in between our bodies and began stroking my cock, which amazingly managed to stay hard through the pain. It was an effective diversion as the waves of pleasure he was now sending through my body overtook the pain and it slowly began to fade away. After what seemed like an eternity I finally got the courage to shift against him. And whatever I did I sure as hell did it right. My entire body convulsed in pleasure. I had never felt anything like that before in my life.

Irvine laughed. “Looks like you found it for me Squall.”

I smirked, still amazed that something that hurt so much a minute before suddenly felt so good.

“So you ok now?” he asked still chuckling a little.

“Yeah… I’m good.”

“Ok then. I take that as the green light.”

He pulled out of me, immediately pushing back in, making sure to hit what I’d ‘found for him’ a moment before. He found a steady rhythm and I found myself struggling to keep up with him as I felt like I was almost being swept away by how good it felt. His hand moved back to my now throbbing cock, jerking me off in time with his thrusts. Finally I couldn’t take it any more. I allowed the waves to sweep me away as I came violently; the constriction of my muscles around him causing him to helplessly follow suit and collapse against me.

We laid there for a moment, trying desperately to catch our breath. After awhile he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at me.

“Any regrets?”

It was my turn to laugh. “What do you think?”

“Yeah that’s what I thought…”

And we laughed together.

I was a little disappointed that he didn’t stay the night, but his explanation of not being able to sleep in a twin bed with another person was explained the following week when we spent the night in a motel room together. The man practically needs a king size bed to himself! We never did get together as boyfriends, but we did see each other from time to time, and though he moved to a different city a few months later we still keep in touch on my beloved Internet. He likes to keep tabs on my adventures, which by no means ended with him…