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Pretending To Be Gay 10
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Chapter 10: Sick Day
Saturday I woke up sick again, worse than the day before. My head pounded, my body ached, and I knew I probably shouldn’t have stayed up all night with Miles. I barely opened my crusty eyes when Miles turned to me and sensed my pain.
"You should go," I said, "you're gonna get sick."
"No," he said, then slid down my body under the blanket, and grabbed my morning wood, aiming it at his mouth. The rush of his unexpected velvet mouth enveloping my cock took my mind off things, and he bounced his head on me, roughly deep throating himself on my cock. I remember thinking how amazing it was how good it felt to get a blowjob first thing in the morning. The only thing better would be if he was fucking me. I pulled the sheet back and watched.
I didn't even warn him before I squirted my load into his throat. He just held still and slowly rubbed my shaft until the last drop was on his tongue.
"I gotta piss," I said. He just wordlessly opened his mouth and pointed to his face. I chuckled, and he did too. It was amazing how even when I'm sick he always perks me up.
We went to the bathroom together, almost like he was helping me out. We peed at the same time, crossing streams and making them hit each other mid air. It was like a fun little competition. It hit me how he was the most carefree person in the world, and it was infectious.
We went downstairs to the kitchen. Miles and I raided the fridge and cupboard and pulled out fruits and stuff. My head was killing me, and I just sat down at the table. He pulled together everything and made me a smoothie and some herbal tea he found in the cupboard. He sat down next to me with a banana and cheese. I just held my hot tea with two hands and enjoyed the warmth while I watched him as he started cutting a slice of banana and a slice of cheese and eating them together.
"The fuck are you doing?" I said, my body failing me and my eyes barely open.
"It's a thing," he said, his lips curling a bit like he was laughing at himself.
"No way that's a thing," I said. He just chuckled as he made himself another bite.
I sipped my smoothie while I checked my phone. Eric had texted me late at night. He sent three texts vaguely asking if I was gay and how I knew I was gay and stuff like that. I just chuckled, not sure how to answer any of that at the moment.
"Eric says hi," I said.
Miles just grunted, his mouth full of weirdness.
My mom came down and saw us at the table. "Oh hi boys," she said while she was still fumbling with the inside of her purse. "Are you feeling any better, honey?"
I just looked up at her with sunken, red eyes.
She looked a bit worried. "Oh shit, I'm gonna be out all day with errands. There's medecine in the cabinet, and I'll make you a doctor's appointment."
"I'll do it," I said, my energy fading even further.
"Shit," she said again, "I'll cancel my plans."
"No," Miles said suddenly, "I'll take care of him. I'm good at it."
I finally smiled. "Yeah mom, we're good."
She smiled, grabbed a cliff bar and headed out the door.
Miles looked at me, and I just sipped my smoothie. I was so grateful for him in the moment, I couldn't even express it, and my face was pure death.
"I loved the morning blowjob," I said quietly.
"Thought you'd enjoy that."
I paused for a second. "The only thing better would've been-"
"anal?" he interrupted.
Again, he got me to smile.
"You think you have it in you?" he said to me, "You don't look too good."
"Do it quick before I lose this burst of energy you're giving me."
He took my words to heart, knowing he only had a short window to use me. He jumped up and lifted me by my sides. His strength always surprised me, and he plopped me onto my back on the table. It felt weirdly public, since we were on the dining table in my fucking house. At least Mom was gone. I melted into it as he quickly undressed me, and then he pulled out his rock hard cock. The size of it always got me going, since the first time I saw it.
He grabbed some olive oil off the table and poured a streak of it across his cock. I watched it drip down both sides as he lifted my legs and put them on his shoulders. I wasn't about to put any energy into this in my condition.
"Just lay on your back and take your medicine," he said sort of roughly as he bit his lip, and shoved inside me. I gasped, my ailing body not ready for the intrusion, but seeing his face tighten up in pleasure was all I needed. I actually didn't feel sick for a moment. He started pounding me quickly, and I ran my hands up and down his sides and across his abs, feeling him tense with each thrust. When he pushed in all the way, I felt the tightness reach all the way to my stomach and lungs. It felt like he was injecting me with pleasure. It really was like a medicine. A drop of pre-cum escaped my cock, and he scooped it up with his finger and ate it. I smiled at him, and he just looked at me seriously as he continued bouncing his ass on me and shoving his thick cock as far inside as it would go.
"Not in front of my salad!" a voice shouted from across the room. I was stunned, sitting up to see Johnny standing there in the doorway, the biggest smile on his face. I was so out of it I completely forgot he would be home. Miles didn't stop for a second, and just kept pounding me.
Johnny just started cracking up laughing. "You're not even gonna stop??"
"Miles!" I said, but he had a half smile on his face as he kept pounding me. I couldn't help but smile back. He grabbed my head and pulled it up to his, and I kissed him. Our tongues massaged each other while we celebrated whatever weird, exhibitionist thing we had become. Johnny could leave if he didn't want to see this.
Johnny lingered for another moment, and Miles' jaw dropped open. I recognized his O face, and braced to feel his giant dick start throbbing inside me. He grabbed my dick and rubbed it quickly, his fist becoming a blur as I came onto my chest. Johnny's jaw dropped, stunned. He half covered his eyes. I don't even know why he stayed for that. He turned to leave a moment later, muttering about giving us some privacy, and something about cleaning up after, before turning to head down the hall.
Miles and I chuckled. He pulled out of me and the load of cum spilled off the edge of the table.
The sickness came back like a tidal wave, and I felt light headed when I stood up. Miles grabbed me, and even helped me pull up my shorts, before we headed back to my bedroom.
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Throughout the day, I closed my eyes as much as possible in between playing on my phone and cuddling with Miles. He took care of me in this tender, almost surprising way. He read me new excerpts from his stories about us. It was so hot how his words brought our sexual escapades to life.
He kept bringing me hot herbal tea before I even asked for it. His eyes had this care in them that made me feel safe. At one point he slid under the covers with me and went down on me again, slow and patient, like he really just wanted me to forget how shitty I felt. He even ate my ass for a bit, and it worked. I came twice again before getting out of bed again, and then knocked out cold.
When I woke up, soup and fresh tea were waiting on my desk. He claimed my mom had come home and made it, but I had a feeling he’d heated it up himself and just didn’t want to admit it, for some reason.
"Ok," I said, "...sure."
I mentioned how I wished I had a pet to cuddle up with when I'm sick, and he started talking about his cat.
“When we moved houses, we couldn’t find my cat for a few days. I thought she was gone forever. But then she showed up at our new place just to be with me. She only liked me. She came to our new house to find me.”
The way he told the story made me want to say I loved him right there, but I held it back, scared for some reason.
Later, I told him I felt disgusting and needed a shower, and he offered to help without hesitation. When we got in, he started lathering me up. It was the first time we had actually showered together in private, like not in the locker rooms with guys around. It was just us. There were no games to play, no shame to risk exposing. He soaped up my ass and stuck a finger in my hole. It made me laugh. I was too drained already from the day. He grabbed the shaving gel off the shower shelf and smirked at me. "You wanna shave?"
"Ok," I said, looking at him confused. He immediately squirted it all over my pubes, which weren't even very full in the first place, and started lathering me up. He took the razor to me and I was bare within a couple minutes. He shaved himself next. I watched him move his massive meat, which was always half hard, to get to the sides of the base of it. It was weird seeing us totally bald down there. I liked having pubes, but it was fun to just do something weird with him. The mood was light, and I was finally ready to say it.
"I love you," I said, looking him in the eye. He met my gaze instantly and grinned. “No shit.” We laughed together.
"You're my boyfriend," he said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Boyfriends... sounds weird right?"
"Nope," he said, his smile only widening until we started laughing again.
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We went downstairs afterward to grab more snacks, and found Johnny wearing dish gloves at the dining table. A ton of sanitizing materials were out, and he was scrubbing the entire thing down. He turned to look at us and just shook his head.
“Sorry bro,” I said, “I owe you one.”
Comments
Anthony
If taking care of someone like that isn't love, I don't know what is! Love this story. LMFAO Clean that table bro!
John Doe Joe
Fucking obsessed with this series
