Knots, Book 1
by Elias Scott
Dillon and I had the hottest sex after his birthday party. I'm not sure what got into him, but it was like he was demon possessed as he and I sucked and fucked. It was like he was a madman. I loved it.
A few weird things happened before we had all that hot sex that I couldn't explain. Dillon welcomed Matt and me, introduced Matt to his parents, and when I stepped away to get something to drink, two incoming freshman, Thomas and Randy came up to me and began asking me all kinds of questions. They also seemed to know a lot about me. Randy knew about my broken leg and my friendship with Dillon. Thomas did too. The two of them had big smiles on their faces as if they knew more than they were saying. I wanted to get away, but they grabbed me and pulled me to the sofa so we could talk. Both boys were nice looking. If I wasn't with Dillon and they were gay, I'd be interested in either one. I thought maybe they were a couple even though they seemed pretty young. Hell, I'm only a year older than them.
I'm not sure how much time passed, but I finally got away. I looked around the room and didn't see Matt so went into the kitchen and found Mrs. Burke. "Have you seen Matt or Dillon?" I asked.
"Not recently. You might check his room. I caught sight of them a while back heading upstairs. Dillon's probably taking him up to show off all his trophies. He likes doing that when he boys first come to the house."
"I was talking to Thomas and Randy earlier. I didn't know they were Dillon's friends."
She poured herself a cup of coffee. "He's been helping them prepare for football. He started working with them almost a year ago while they were still 8th graders. Dillon wanted to give them a head start. I'm not sure how he met them."
"He never mentioned them."
She pursed her lips. "Hmm. Maybe he didn't think it was important. He usually worked with them on the days he wasn't with you. Maybe he didn't think you'd want to know about kids who weren't in high school. I have no idea why he didn't say anything."
"Thanks Mrs. Burke. I'm sure he had his reasons. I guess I'll head up to his room and see if I can find them."
I ran up the carpeted steps to Dillon's room. The door was locked. I yelled and heard noises as if someone was rushing around. It seemed odd because the only time Dillon ever locked his door was when we were having sex. "Dillon, I was looking for Matt. Have you seen him? Why's the door locked?"
He sounded out of breath. "Matt's in my bathroom. The door must have gotten locked by accident. I spilled something on my pants and was changing. Let me get the other leg."
He opened the door just as Matt was coming out of the bathroom. Matt glanced away from me as he walked up to gaze at Dillon's wall of fame. He kept his back to me. Dillon buckled his belt and slipped his coat on. "Can't believe I spilled shit on my pants."
"Shit happens," I said. I walked up behind Matt and said something about all Dillon's crap on the wall and his coin collection. Matt kept looking at the trophies and plaques until I opened the drawer with the coins. He looked down and said something. I don't remember what. Then he just ran out of the room. Said he had to get out of there. I ran down the stairs and out into the front yard to catch up with him.
He had his head in his hands. I turned him around, but he wouldn't look at me. He pulled away and ran out of the yard. The only thing I heard was, "Dillon…Dillon."
Dillon was standing next to me. "Do you know what happened?"
I looked up at him. "Should I go after him?"
He hugged me. "Nah, he'll probably be back in a few minutes. Let's go into the house."
Everyone was still talking when we returned. Randy and Thomas came up. Thomas asked, "What's wrong?"
I shook my head. "I don't know. He wouldn't tell me."
Thomas put his hand on my shoulder. "He didn't look like he felt very well. Maybe he just needed some air."
I looked out the front door. "I don't know what to think. He ran off and yelled Dillon's name. I don't understand."
"He'll be back," Randy said. "Don't worry."
Thomas nodded in agreement.
Mr. Burke tapped a spoon on a glass and said dinner was ready. Everyone moved toward the dining room, but I pulled away and ran outside to check on Matt. He wasn't anywhere. I yelled his name and got no answer. I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and called him. He didn't answer, so I called his home. Matt's mom said he'd just called and his dad had gone to pick him up because he felt sick. I was relieved once I knew he was safe.
I caught up with Dillon in the house, told him about the call, and sat down to dinner. Dillon sat at the head of the table and glanced at me every now and then with a knowing smile. He looked around the table as everyone made toasts and joked about his football prowess. Randy and Thomas seemed out of place and then I began to wonder if I looked out of place. The three of us were the youngest there.
Dillon opened his presents after dinner. He got a new computer, some Abercrombie and Fitch clothing, a digital camera, and too many other things to name. People slowly drifted out after that. Some lingered until around 11:00. Randy and Thomas left around 10:00. I'd already made plans to stay at Dillon's and couldn't wait for everyone to leave. My dick was getting hard just thinking about the hot sex that lay ahead. He and I sat and talked with his parents for a few minutes before heading to his room.
Dillon had added a few tricks to our sex games. He'd tied two Velcro straps to his headboard and pushed them down between the mattress and the headboard so his parents wouldn't see them. Dillon locked the door as I stripped and laid on his bed with my already hard cock waiting for Dillon's hungry mouth. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on the floor. The pants and underwear came off in one quick pull and his cock popped free. I wasn't sure whether I wanted that beauty in my mouth or in my ass.
Dillon moved over me as I raised my hands. He tied my hands with the Velcro straps. I loved being submissive and having Dillon was in control. I was scared at first, but now I trusted him. He'd told me it was all about trust.
He kissed me on the lips and then licked my armpits. He'd been doing this for some time now and he'd convinced me to shave under my arms. I was glad to oblige because it felt so good having his tongue running around the cave under my arms. "That tickles," I said as I tossed my hips, which resulted in my cock flopping back and forth."
Dillon moved down to my nipples. He sucked and licked each of them longer than he'd ever done. He nibbled on them, his breathing hard. "You're so hot Andy." He grabbed my cock with one hand and started bobbing up and down with faster and with more passion than usual. He rubbed his other hand up and down my chest and abs while he moaned and sucked. The sucking sounds of saliva and suction turned me on more than usual. He licked the head and then focused on it by caressing it with his tongue. Without warning, he grabbed me around the butt, threw my feet back, and began licking my ass. He spit and slurped and ran his tongue over my hole with more excitement and passion than I can ever remember. Like I said, he was like a man possessed.
"Shit Dillon. You're must have a tiger in your tank. You're a wild animal. What's gotten into you?"
"I've been thinking about this all night. And now you're mine. Your ass is mine."
He continued slurping and slapping my ass every now and then. There's something about getting your ass slapped when you're having sex that's really a turn on. I let out a low yelp every time he slapped me. Then he'd be back at my ass as I moaned and yelled "fuck." As much as I liked having his dick in my ass, I never wanted the licking to stop.
"I got to fuck you," he said. "You're going to get the roughest ass fucking you've ever had."
"Shit Dillon, my hole has been wishing for it. I love rough sex. Give it to me."
He stood over my raised ass, lubed it, and stuck his dick in from above. He started ramming me right away. It was hard and fast.
"Oh, fuck Dillon. I love it this way. You're so hard and my hole's so full of your wonderful cock. I can feel it in my stomach. Keep fucking me hard and fast just like you're doing. This is the best. Ram my hole. Oh God, yes."
Dillon was breathing harder than I've ever heard. "I'm going to fuck you till you die," he said.
I looked up at him between my legs and smiled. "I hope not."
For the first time, the tortured look I saw when I looked into his face left him as he smiled. "Never Andy. I just want to fuck your beautiful ass forever."
He rammed me five or so times, got off me, pulled my hips down and began fucking me missionary style. He planted a deep hard kiss on me. His tongue was hot and fast as he rammed me again and again, causing my head to hit the headboard. "Fuck Dillon. We should do it like this all the time. I love that hard cock of yours drilling my hole. Jack me off or untie my hands.
"Sorry slave, your cock is just going to have to wait." He grabbed my cock and jacked it a couple times and let go.
"Come on Dillon, untie me. I need my cock in my hand."
He just smiled at me as he continued to slam me. He slowed some as his cock began pulsing in my ass. "Oh fuck, Maaaa, Mandy. Your ass is so good. God help me. Andy, oh Andy. Fuuuuuk." His climax complete, he leaned over and kissed me, sticking his tongue as deep into my mouth as he could. He lay on top of me as his breathing slowed. He didn't move.
"Dillon, are you okay?"
He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. "I think so. That was the best. I gave you everything I had. I'm not sure I can walk."
"Good, because you can just lay here while I fuck you."
He didn't move for another few seconds. He took a deep breath, reached up, and untied my hands.
"Get on your back and raise your arms," I commanded. He rolled over and I tied his hands to the bedpost.
"Andy, give it to me hard. Just like I did to you. I want you to ram my ass so hard. Release the demons in me. Fuck me until I die."
"What's with the death shit?"
I looked down and his dick which was getting hard again. "Just a phrase."
I started at his feet. First I sucked on his toes and then licked my way up the inside of his legs. He moaned. "Shit Andy. That's hot."
His cock lay flat. I ran my tongue up the shaft and then put it in my mouth with the tip of my tongue. He moaned. I bobbed my lips on the head of his cock as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. "I should bring you to the edge and then walk off and leave you tied," I said.
I smiled. "I'm tempted. But no. I'm going to fuck you hard. I know your hole is wishing for my cock and I'm going to grant your wish." I lubed my cock and his hole, put a pillow under his ass, and rammed my cock to the pubes without stopping.
"Oh shit, Andy. I love your cock in my ass. I love you."
"I love you too Dillon. I'll love you till we die."
He grinned. "Stop the death shit. I know I started it. If I was going to die, I'd want to die with your cock in my ass or mine in yours."
We both laughed.
I slammed my cock in his ass and rammed him so hard that my thighs made slapping sounds on his ass.
"Faster," he panted.
I started to sweat as I increased my pace into his fine ass. I slapped him. "You like that?"
"Yeah. Fuck me harder and slap that ass. Unleash that demon in you."
Suddenly, I felt like there was a demon in me. The night had been a strange one and something lingered inside me that I couldn't explain. So I rammed and slammed Dillon with the ferocity of a crazed animal.
"Oh shit Andy. I need to cum. Untie me."
"Fuck you Dillon. Suffer." I kept at his ass until a storm began to gather in my balls and dick. My cock shot a cyclone into Dillon's ass as I screamed. "Oh fuck Dillon. This shit is good. We need to fuck hard like this all the time. It's so hot. Shiiiit."
"Fuck you Andy. Release me."
My climax ended and I lay on Dillon exhausted.
"Please Andy. Untie me."
I smiled as I moved my mouth to his dick and sucked the head into it. I rubbed my hands on his chest and abs as I worked the head.
"Andy, that feels so good. Make me cum. I can't take it anymore."
I brought him to the edge and then sat on his legs and smiled at him.
He gave me an angry look. "You're an asshole, Andy. Make me cum."
I repeated the process and now a pleading look formed on his face. "Please Andy. Make me cum."
I licked his cock again, putting the head into my mouth. Then I just licked the tip on the backside until I saw his cock stiffen as it prepared to climax. He yelled. "Thank you. Oh thank you, God." His cock pulsated and cum shot on his chest. He twisted his arms in the straps when his climax ended. "Untie me Andy."
I squeezed his cock, got up, and sat at his desk.
I smiled. "Was anything going on in here between you and Matt. Something didn't seem right."
"No, he just didn't feel well."
"I thought I heard you start to call his name while you were fucking me."
"No, just yelling. The sex was so hot. Animal sounds is all."
I untied him. "Matt would never do anything to betray me. I know that. You wouldn't do anything to betray me would you?"
Dillon sat up. "No. Never."
I sat on the edge of his bed. He moved behind me and massaged my shoulders and neck. I turned back and kissed him. "How come you never told me about Thomas and Randy?"
"They were only 8th graders at the time. Didn't figure you'd care. Didn't want you to get the wrong idea."
"Wrong idea? What do you mean?"
He massaged me harder and then kissed the back of my neck. "Thought you might be jealous if you knew I was helping them with football."
"How could I? You've only taught me a little football. The rest of the time we spent sucking and fucking. I think the QB job's going to be Matt's."
He pulled my head back and kissed me. "That's just it. We've been having fun and they've been learning about football. Who cares? Don't worry about it. I invited them tonight because I didn't want them to feel left out."
"They're seem nice and are fucking hot. They talked with me for a long time before I set off to find you and Matt."
"They are hot, but no one's as hot as you." He reached over my shoulder and pinched my nipples and then rubbed his hands over my chest and abs. "There's nothing like what we have."
I turned around, pushed him back on the bed, crawled up his body, and laid on his chest. "I love you Dillon."
"I love you too Andy." He hugged me tight. He made me feel safe. We lay there for a time before I fell asleep in his arms.
I was excited about Dillon's party. There were a lot of questions. Who would be there? How many people would I know? What's the house like? What were we going to eat?
My dad took us because Andy's parents were busy. I put my arm around Andy's shoulder on the way up to the door. He looked sharp in his suit, and I felt closer to him than I'd felt in a long time.
Dillon greeted us at the door. He put his hand on my back and led me to meet his parents. They seemed nice. His mother said I was nice looking, and I think I blushed. Dillon introduced us to a few other people, most of whom were incoming juniors and seniors. There were a couple younger boys who I think were incoming freshman. They were nice looking and appeared to be athletes. Dillon didn't introduce us to them. Andy walked off to get something to drink and the two boys came over and started a conversation with him.
That's when it all began. Dillon put his hand on my back and asked me to come up to his room so he could show me something. You know how they say "curiosity killed the cat," well, in this case, I was the cat. I followed Dillon up the stairs to his room. I didn't expect what followed.
His room was large and had its own bathroom. It was dark, but the trophies and plaques had their own lighting so I didn't give it too much thought because I knew Dillon had a big ego and this room was all about what a stud he was. It was impressive.
I was looking at his trophies when he came up behind me, put his arm around my chest, and put his hand in my shirt. His hand felt good on my chest. I felt guilty because I liked it. He placed his mouth close to my ear and blew the words in a low whisper, "You really turn me on."
I did the only thing I could before it went further. I told him, "get your fucking hands off me, you're eighteen, I'm fifteen, and not Andy."
Then he said something that pissed me off. "But you could be." It was like he didn't give a shit about Andy. And of course, all this time Andy thinks he's the only one Dillon wants. What bullshit.
Dillon's breath in my ear penetrated deep, but there wasn't any way I was going to let Dillon do this to Andy and me. If I was going to have sex with any guy, it would be Andy.
I rushed to the door, but he grabbed me and threw me on the bed. His extra thirty pounds overwhelmed me. I tried to get up, but he put his knee on my chest and then lay on top of me. I struggled to free myself, but his weight kept me from moving. I told him I'd scream, but he told me the room was soundproof. But I didn't scream. The excuse in my mind was, only girls scream, but I think down deep I wanted him to suck my cock and stick his dick in my ass. The thought of betraying Andy for fifteen minutes of what Andy loved to call heaven, overwhelmed me.
He pulled my hands above my head, and the next thing I know he's tied both my hands to the bed post. He still lay on top of me and tried to kiss me again. I turned my face away. All the time I'm thinking, I need to let him know this is wrong while my head was saying, kiss me deep, suck my cock, and fuck me.
I think he said, "I want you, Matt. I've wanted you for a long time."
I let out a tight, "Let me go, you fucking asshole," as I wiggled and squirmed to get out from under his weight.
He put his mouth close to my left ear. "You know you want it. I saw the way you looked at me on the football field the other day. I knew you wanted my dick in your mouth and ass. But Matt, I had my eye on you long before that."
It was like he was reading my mind. The mind I seemed to have only minimal control off. Remember how I said a few chapters back about how I like to have control over my life and make my own decisions? Well, Dillon was forcing himself on me and I was wavering inside and out. My cock was hard. Right, it had a mind of its own.
I finally managed, "What about Andy?"
That asshole had the nerve to say, "Don't worry about Andy. He'll be fine. I want both of you..."
He seemed to want us to have a threesome or something. I wasn't sure. The one thing I know is that Dillon now had control of me. My muscles were tired from the struggle. He looked into my face and smiled as if there was a demon inside him. He had my pants down in a flash. He pulled off my underwear and my hard cock bounced in the air and almost hit him the face. "Nice," he said.
My cock was hungry for his mouth all the while feeling guilty for wanting it. Instead of sucking my cock, he rubbed his hands over my chest and abs. It felt damn good. Then a picture of Andy flashed in my mind. Guilt spread over me.
Dillon began kissing and sucking my nipples and then licking down my stomach to my cock. I wrenched my hips back and forth in an effort to keep him from sucking it, while at the same time wanting his lips on my cock. What made me feel bad was the fact that I was thinking, No one can blame me if Dillon rapes me because I didn't do anything wrong. I'm the victim. I'm not sure if other rape victims think this way. I didn't want to accept what I was thinking so tried to fight Dillon off. Only problem was he had my hands tied and I was too weak.
He pulled his pants down and sat on my chest. I thought he was going to stick his ass or cock in my face, but he was just trying to keep me pinned. It worked. He held my cock up with his hand and slipped his warm wet mouth over the tip it. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I was starting to go with it while I'm telling myself, Matt, you gotta to stop him.
You know how they say, "saved by the bell?" Well, it was Andy who saved me.
Andy was twisting the handle of the door as he called out, "Dillon, are you in there? I can't find Matt."
I made some stupid remark to Dillon about the room being soundproof when deep down I knew it wasn't.
He said, "Yeah, I lied."
What do you do when your best friend's so-called boyfriend has your cock in his mouth when he knocks on the door? Fear grabbed hold of me. I went silent as Dillon untied the Velcro straps while whispering, "Go into the bathroom, get your pants on, tuck in your shirt, put your coat on, come out, and look at the trophies.
In the meantime, Andy's yelling, "Open the door, Dillon."
Dillon was quick on his feet. He said, "Matt's here. He's using my bathroom. I got something on my pants and have one leg in and the other out. Be there in a sec."
I did exactly what Dillon told me. He was still in control.
Then I'm really in a panic. Andy asked, "What the fuck you guys doing in there? Why's the door locked?" All I could think of in my head was Oh shit! It was as if I thought I'd done something wrong. I guess that happens when people get raped.
I came out of the bathroom with my head down and walked over to the trophies. Andy didn't take notice and it surprised me. Instead, he came up behind me and went on about the collection of shit Dillon has on his wall of fame. Which as far as I'm concerned should be his wall of shame. I said something as tears rolled down my cheeks. I balled my hands into a fist and tried to wipe them away.
Andy went on about Dillon's coin collection. I wanted to scream at Andy for being so stupid. Instead, I said, "Sorry Andy, I gotta go," as I ran out of the room, down the stairs, and into the front yard. Andy was right behind me asking questions. I wanted to scream but only managed to say, "I can't be here. Dillon...Dillon."
I ran out the gate and didn't stop for two blocks. My dad was surprised when I called, but picked me up where I told him. He had questions, but my dad is special. He could tell I was upset and willingly went along with my story about not feeling well. He came into my room later and tried to talk, but I put him off. I figured he'd probably find out soon enough.
Sleep didn't come that night as I dwelled on the guilt I felt for both wanting Dillon's mouth on my cock and those feelings making me think I'd betrayed my best friend. Life can be shitty at times and this was one of those times.
This is not some silly game...This is life and death, Angels and demons."― Melissa de la Cruz
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