Page 31 of Don’t Call Me Son

I reach into my nightstand, grab the half-used bottle of lube, and squirt a generous amount directly onto his hole. Archie flinches at how cold it is, a cute little jolt of his hips.

I crawl back over him, grinning like an idiot, so fucking ready to be inside my best friend. I pull his hands away from his face gently.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say, voice raspy, “have you… done this before?”

Archie nods slowly, cheeks still burning.

“Good,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss him quick and dirty.

He lets out a shaky exhale. “Please Jay, just…”

I hold the base of my cock and push forward, watching with new fascination.

The head pops inside him and we both moan. He’s so fucking tight; hotter and tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. I have to stop for a second, breathing hard, just feeling him clench around me.

“Fucking hell, Archie…” I groan, pushing in another inch. “You’re so tight.”

He whimpers, legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me deeper. I keep going slowly, watching his face the whole time, until I’m buried all the way inside him. I stay there for a moment, forehead pressed to his, both of us panting.

I start moving in slow, careful thrusts at first, just feeling him wrapped around me. Archie’s breath hitches every time I push back in, his hands gripping my shoulders hard.

“Jesus Christ, Arch…” I groan, voice wrecked. “You feel so fucking good.”

I pick up the pace, hips snapping harder, the wet sound of my cock sliding in and out of his wet hole filling the room. Archie’s legs tighten around my waist, pulling me deeper, and he lets out these perfect moans every time I hit that spot inside him.

I lean down and kiss him messily, tongues sliding together as I fuck him harder. One of my hands slides between us and wraps around his cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts.

“You’re taking me so well,” I pant against his mouth. “Letting me fuck you like this. God, you’re so hot Archie.”

Archie moans louder, head falling back, exposing his throat. I bite down on it gently and he shudders, clenching around me so tight I almost lose it right there.

I sit up a little, grabbing his thighs and spreading him wider, watching my cock disappear inside him over and over. The sight is obscene; his hole stretched around me, shiny with lube, taking every inch.

“Fuckkk,” I groan. “Your hole is gripping me so tight. You like getting fucked by your best friend?”

Archie nods frantically, moaning, “Yes! Jay! Oh god.”

I thrust harder, pounding into him; I’m so close already, but I want to see him come first.

I stroke him faster. “Come on, Arch. I wanna feel you come while I’m inside you.”

Archie cries out, back arching, and comes hard… thick ropes shooting across his stomach and chest. His hole clenches rhythmically around my cock, milking me, and that’s all it takes. I bury myself deep and groan loudly as I come, pulsing inside him, filling him up. I keep grinding through it, riding out every last wave until I’m spent.

I collapse on top of him, both of us panting, sweaty, and trembling. “Fuck…” I whisper against his neck. “That was… holy shit.”

Archie lets out a breathless laugh, arms wrapping around my back.

Chapter Twelve

Archie

It’s 4 in the morning.

The painkillers I found in Jay’s little kitchen have surprisingly helped dull the ache down. I splashed my face in the sink trying to feel a bit cleaner, a bit more sober, then downed a whole bottle of water. I’ve been scrolling through different social media apps for the past two hours, mindlessly liking posts I’m barely even reading. I tried sleeping, but after what happened with Jay… I’ve got way too much on my mind. A hell of a lot.

Jay fell asleep pretty quickly after, breathing slow and even beside me. I didn’t want to keep him up, but I guess at some point we’re going to have to talk about that, right? We can’t just carry on as best friends who fucked, can we?

The last thing I was expecting was to have sex with Jay. I’m still embarrassed that I was apparently humping his leg in my sleep. Fucking hell.