The Nerd, The Jock, and the Bully
by Victor Thomas
Chapter 18
Two things I absolutely believe are vital. Looking presentable at all times and always making a good first impression. Why you might ask?
Have you ever heard the saying 'first impressions last'? Well, whoever said that deserves a fucking Nobel Prize. The presentable part obviously refers to your clothing. Take a wild guess as to which one I'm lacking right now.
If I had to knock on Isaac's parent's door, looking like this, they would give me something to eat, a couple of bucks, and send me on my way, muttering, "you poor thing."
You might think I'm being dramatic, but trust me, I'm not. My clothes stink and have creases all over them. He wanted to buy me new clothes. At the Westgate Mall in Amarillo. With people in it! People that like to judge. Assholes.
Whereas, if we went to my house, I would have been perfectly safe away from judging eyes. Picking out something that I know would look good on me, and not have to try on every damn item to know.
The only thing stopping me from voicing these thoughts is the fear of being humiliated. God knows he would enjoy spanking me like a two-year-old, but I absolutely would not. BDSM just isn't my thing.
Most of the time!
So, picture a sulking, borderline angry looking teenager following his smiling like it's fucking Christmas, boyfriend, while he picks out clothes that belong on a male hooker.
"Isaac, for the last time. I cannot stand in front of your parents with booty shorts and a tank top on," I say, aggravated.
"Babe, you have no idea how hot you look in this. Hell, I'm getting hard just thinking about it," he said, while his head goes back and forth from me and the hooker clothes.
"Oww! Hey! It's true," he said honestly after I clap him on the back of his head.
"Isaac! Pick out something that looks presentable or I swear to the heavens above I will leave you here," I said seriously.
"Okay, okay, fine. Jesus! But I'm getting both. You can look presentable when you meet my parents, but I want slutty later tonight," he said, licking his lips.
"I'm not wearing that," I said, flabbergasted.
He pouts.
I glare.
He adds the puppy eyes.
I borderline break.
His eyes well up.
"Fine! I'll wear your damn slutty costume. But if I see any pictures on your phone I will throw it so far into the ocean that not even Moana will find it," I said.
"I knew it would work. I've been practicing that look since I was three and I saw a bike that I wanted," he said smugly.
"Hey, do you think if I use it again you would blow me in the changing room?" he asked curiously while we stood in the checkout line.
"Say something like that again and I will make sure you won't have anything for me to blow," I said through clenched teeth.
"No. You wouldn't!" he said, terrified, cupping his balls.
"Keep it down. You're attracting attention," I hiss at him when we reach the counter.
"Good morning fine sir. How can I be of service," the girl said seductively.
Fine sir? Fine fucking sir? Did she seriously just say that?
"Just ring these up," he said, oblivious to her sluttery.
"Is that all?" she said slowly.
I open my mouth to tell her to fuck off, but my anger switches to the idiot standing next to me.
"Well, if you can get my boyfriend to blow me in the changing room without cutting my jewels off, I'd appreciate it," he said kindly.
"I could do it for…"
"Finish that fucking sentence and I promise to strangle you," I said furiously.
She looks at me with wide eyes.
"Listen here you slut. This is what's going to happen. You're going to save you inner ho for tonight when you're standing on that corner waiting for some rich guy on Viagra to pick you up and pay you a shit load of money, because we all know you didn't pay for those tits by standing behind a fucking register. So be a good little girl and ring our shit up while we're gone," I said.
I grab his hand and pull him with me towards the changing rooms. I open the door and push him in roughly. Once in, I slam the door behind me and slam my lips against his. He's surprised at first, but quickly recovers. He tries to get control, but I force my tongue into his hot mouth and devour him. His hands worm around my hips, but I slap them away. He moans in frustration.
I break the kiss and grab his hair, jerking it to the side, giving me access to his neck. I lick, bite, and suck on a spot that will be very visible when I'm done. I pull back and inspect the red, purplish hickey I've given him, and it looks perfect. He tries to go back to kissing, but I push him hard against his chest with both hands. He hits the wall with a thud.
"Fuck! Deacon, I want…"
"It's not about what you want. It's about what I want, and what I want is to show that bitch out there whose boyfriend you are. So, stay still. I'm not done yet," I said, smiling evilly.
I drop down to my knees and start to loosen his pants. Pulling down the zipper slowly, his cock springs out. It just makes me even hotter knowing he went commando. I immediately suck his cock into my mouth, not stopping until I feel his hair against my cheeks.
"Oh fuck!" he said, letting out a strangled moan.
I don't let up. I keep going, faster and deeper, opening my throat completely, moaning around his cock and making him curse harder.
His hand goes in my hair and I let him. He starts to thrust inside my mouth while I suck his cock like it's fucking candy.
His thrusts start to get needy and his cock starts to thicken. He grunts out my name while his cock pulses in my mouth. I swallow his cum like a pro.
When he starts to soften, I let it fall out of my mouth and stand up. I tuck him back in, careful not to hurt him. He has a small smile on his face and his eyes are staring at me like he's at peace. I roll my eyes and pull him with me outside.
I ignore all the people staring at us and keep walking until we get to the register, him trailing behind me lazily, like he had gotten the energy sucked out of him.
"Cash or card?" the girl said, forcing a smile.
He snaps out of his daze when I pinch him. He gives her the cash, while I grab the bag and walk away. I vaguely hear him thanking her for something, but it disappears when I leave the store. That's when the reality of what I did sinks in and I turn red from embarrassment.
I walk without waiting for him. I hear him saying my name behind me, but keep walking.
"Deacon. Hey," he said, pulling me into his arms.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper, lowering my head on his chest.
"Don't be. That was fucking hot, babe. I think I like it when you get possessive," he said, lifting my face up and kissing me softly.
"You may have liked it, but I didn't. I don't get jealous, Isaac," I said sternly.
"Then that means that you love me enough to get jealous. That does nothing but make me happy, Deacon. Hell, I'd be angry if you didn't act out, although I wasn't expecting the BJ. I loved it when you got all angry and dominating," his said, chuckling.
"Oh yeah? I hope you enjoyed it because that's the last time I'm doing that," I said, turning around and walking away.
"Wait! You're joking, right?" he said, walking next to me.
I didn't answer.
"Babe, I know you're joking… right?" he asks, forcing a laugh, but I can hear the fear in his voice.
I keep walking.
"Babe?" he asks worriedly.
I allow myself to smile and not answer him.
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