He held back nothing, there was nothing to lose now. “I want you to make good on your promise. I want to be with you, now, tomorrow - maybe forever. And I know you want me too - and I know it’s more than just desire. I saw it in your face, every day. I saw it after graduation. You set the rules, I just played by them. You can’t be angry with me for doing what you told me to do.”
The change in Peter was slow – like dawn on a winter morning. And like dawn, there was a moment when the sky hung between shadowed blackness of the old night and the brilliance of a new day. Neal caught his breath as the desire rose in Peter’s eyes. Everything seemed to happen at once.
Peter spun him around and pushed him against the blackboard. Neal shivered as Peter whispered in his hear. “You want me, Neal? You want to be mine? You want me to fuck you? You want that?”
He swallowed and nodded, but Peter made him answer – he insisted on Neal actually speaking his answer.
“Yes, Peter. I want you. I want you. I want you.” Neal practically cried his delighted answer into Peter’s ear. His cock, which had been half-hard since he stood in the classroom doorway observing the man, went into a full, painful erection. It seemed like such a cliché, but his knees went weak and thought he would collapse if Peter wasn’t holding him.
When Peter demanded to know if he had let anyone touch him, Neal confessed that his hand was the only one that was ever on his prick – that was the truth. There were guys – some smart, really good looking guys at Yale; guys with experience, guys who wanted to get to know him – and not just for a quick fuck. He could have had a dozen different boyfriends.
But he only wanted Peter. And that seemed to please him immensely.
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The change in Peter was slow – like dawn on a winter morning. And like dawn, there was a moment when the sky hung between shadowed blackness of the old night and the brilliance of a new day. Neal caught his breath as the desire rose in Peter’s eyes. Everything seemed to happen at once.
Peter spun him around and pushed him against the blackboard. Neal shivered as Peter whispered in his hear. “You want me, Neal? You want to be mine? You want me to fuck you? You want that?”
He swallowed and nodded, but Peter made him answer – he insisted on Neal actually speaking his answer.
“Yes, Peter. I want you. I want you. I want you.” Neal practically cried his delighted answer into Peter’s ear. His cock, which had been half-hard since he stood in the classroom doorway observing the man, went into a full, painful erection. It seemed like such a cliché, but his knees went weak and thought he would collapse if Peter wasn’t holding him.
When Peter demanded to know if he had let anyone touch him, Neal confessed that his hand was the only one that was ever on his prick – that was the truth. There were guys – some smart, really good looking guys at Yale; guys with experience, guys who wanted to get to know him – and not just for a quick fuck. He could have had a dozen different boyfriends.
But he only wanted Peter. And that seemed to please him immensely.