Andrew pov
I looked at the mess between us I made. I looked at him and said, "I know you're
awake," and I saw him stiffen up. "Look at me," I said, but he refused. Moving like I
was in a trance, I went around him and said, "Open your eyes," again once I was
in front of him. He did, shyly. I got down to my knees in front of him, my cock still out. I
saw his eyes widen when he saw it. "Like what you see?" I asked him. I saw him blush and shift, trying to hide his
growing erection. The thrill from this moment was crazy—my adrenaline was
through the roof. I stopped trying to control myself. "Get up," I said, my voice raw
with emotion. When I saw he was still lying down and staring like a deer caught in
headlights, he still refused. I pulled him up by the hand and pulled him close, feeling
his body's heat. He looked so cute during that moment. I brushed my hands against
his lips and asked, "Why?"
"Why what?" he said in a voice so small it felt like a mosquito close to my ear, and it
tickled my heart so much. "Why do you affect me so much?"
"I don't know what you are talking about," he said. "You do," I said. "I'm not supposed to be like this. This shouldn't happen," he said in
a small but defiant voice. "Maybe you should stop denying how you feel, or what you are."
"I'm not," I snapped back angrily, and he flinched. I quickly apologized to him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to," and he stared at me angrily, but I felt that it was cute—so cute
that it hurt. Glancing down, I saw the way he bit on his lips, and how they looked. I
bent down to kiss him and he turned away. I smiled in frustration, saying, "Playing
hard to get, huh?" I said, grabbing his chin and forcing him to face me. I forcefully
kissed his lips—they were so soft—and I couldn't help groaning in satisfaction. I felt
his erection growing against me; I deepened the kiss. Reluctantly, I let go of his lips. His face looked flushed and out of breath, his lips still open and eyes still closed. I
teased him, "Hungry for more?" and he opened his eyes, still out of breath and his
eyes glazed over. Steadying him, I reached out for his cock. Surprisingly, he was packing quite a lot. I
said to him, "You could have made a lot of girls happy with this, but here you are, getting hard for me and causing me to sin by making me hard." I mocked myself
really, more than anything, due to how much satisfaction I was getting from this. Letting go of his cock, I told him to glance down and see what he caused. He turned
away bashfully. I took his hand and wrapped it around mine. I groaned when I felt his
soft hand closing around me. I guided him in stroking me while staring at his face, and letting go his hand, I told him, "Don't stop," while my hands reached down for
his. I was having the best time of my life so far with him here with me. I continued
stroking him while he continued stroking me—it was sweet, so, so..
Sexual gratification I searched for everywhere, here I was getting it, and it was so
overwhelming I couldn't control myself. I caught his lips with a passion I didn't know
I had, and he responded back with a similar fervor. Stepping slowly toward the walls of the cave while holding each other, I took my
hands off his and pushed him down, and to my surprise, he obliged. "Open up for
me," I crooned, and he did, guiding him on how to do it. "No teeth," I said, "just your
tongue." His enthusiasm made up for his lack of skill. Seizing his head, I took control
and began forcing in inch after inch. He gagged and I looked down, seeing his eyes
water. I wanted to stop then, but he encouraged me by nodding slightly. I smiled
down at him and I continued. I felt the tightness of his throat—it was so
overwhelming. I felt my release building up in my balls. Tensing up, I took my cock
out of his mouth and blasted all over his face. It was truly a sight to behold. Helping him up, I saw his cock straining. "Let's help you with that," I said, smiling at
him. Taking his cock in my hands, I brought him close. His whimpering sounded so
sweet in my ears. I felt happy that I had this sort of power over him. Whispering
naughty words in his ears, I brought him close. With a low cry, he erupted in my
hands. I stayed staring at him for a few seconds before saying, "Well, that was fun." The whole cave smelled musty—not just from the rain but also from our own little
adventure. Walking hand in hand, we went to the mouth of the cave to wash
ourselves using the water from the rain. After which, I added more wood to the fire, then we lay down together staring at the ceiling of the cave. "That was mind-blowing," I said. "Yeah," he agreed, in a bright and cheerful voice this time around.
I laughed and he joined in. Shifting closer, I held him in a spooning position, holding
his hands. We drifted off to sleep.
Henry wide awake.
The memories of last night all came rushing back. It was all so surreal—I had sex with
Andrew, Andrew Morgan. I didn't even want to wake up in case it was all a
dream. I just wanted to keep dreaming forever. I felt him turning and getting up
behind me, and I woke up and turned only to see him getting ready to leave the cave. The smile I had on my face died down.
I asked, "Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?" He said without turning back, "It's for the best."
"What's for the best? You using me and then dumping me like some used tissue in
the morning when you woke up? Nice, really nice," I said sarcastically. I felt anger
rising in me, anger I've never felt before. This is just fucking amazing—how dare I, a
Slowly peasant, ever expect anything from you, the great Andrew Morgan? I should
I was happy he even deigned to use me, right? Is that what you want?" I
screamed at him. He didn't say anything, just stood there with his back turned to me. "Say something!" I said, with tears welling up in my eyes, threatening to fall. He
didn't. Rather, he started walking away with his back turned towards me. Then I
called him a coward, any harsh name you name it. He still didn't stop or turn back. The only thing he said was, "It's for the best. And not to say anything to anyone, or
anybody, or I'll hurt you if you do."
I was shocked and started laughing while tears dropped from my eyes. I hated him
for doing this to me—using me and then dropping me like a common escort. I
watched him as he walked off, leaving me there with my own tears. I didn't even
know what to do. I've been hurt before, but not like this—this one was different. It
hurt deeply. It felt like two hands were squeezing my heart together. My chest felt
tight and it felt like I couldn't breathe.
In all this, I didn't hear the sound of the bear coming close to the cave. Only when it
was at the mouth of the cave did I realize. I was shocked and confused. I felt it
stalking me. I became frozen with fear—I couldn't even move. I screamed at myself
internally to move, but I was too frozen stiff to even try. Then I heard footsteps
running towards the cave calling my name. I thought I heard Andrew's voice calling
out to me, and I turned. That was a mistake because the moment I moved I felt a
strong force fling me towards the walls of the cave as the bear slapped me hard with
one of his paws, and I fell unconscious