Last installment of the story hope you liked it. Please comment, feedback is welcomed.
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Ready to run- one direction
No no no no no. Is this a joke, was Travis getting punked? Mark's sweaty meaty hand firmly held Travis, his sausage fingers gripped Travis like a vase. The trek up the stairs felt endless and Travis was glad. What should he do? Maybe run, but that means he will never be able to come back. He will never get a chance at . . . Teller. Teller was perfect, Teller lit his body on fire. Not Mark.
Once they reached the bedroom reality crashed down on Travis hard. Oh fuck Mark wanted sex, it was something they talked about doing when they finally met. Ready2run said how he was going to Fuck him hard and slow. At first the words were hot and exciting but now the idea made Travis want to cry, scream or run.
"You are so sexy," Mark says.
"Ha ha thanks," Travis nervously says. Mark slowly starts stripping, he rubs his man boob while making this weird face.
Travis just stood there and watched disgusted and angry. This wasn't fair, and the messed up part was he couldn't even get out of it. If he told him that he couldn't sleep with him because of his looks he might feel hurt and Travis would look like an ass. And worst what if Teller found out he will never have a chance with him.
"You like," Mark says as he slides out of his tight jeans.
"Maybe we should take it slow?" Travis offers.
"Come on babe I've been waiting for this for months. And now seeing how gorgeous you are I might bust now," Mark whines.
Mark flops down on the queen size bed, His nude belly juggles as he moves around. His tanned hairy skin looked as appealing as being murdered. Horrifying and scary.
"Come on baby strip for daddy," Mark says trying to lower his voice. Was he trying to be sexy? Gross.
Travis slowly started taking off his shirt, and he wasn't trying to be seductive. Mostly he was thinking about jumping out the window but they were up too high. Travis was skinny and pale, slender and girly. Travis knew he was good-looking but right now he wish he was as nasty as Mark. Mark was drooling and making animal noises.
He panted and huffed, and twice he meowed. Travis walked over and set on the bed. Right way Mark started biting and sucking on his nipples. Mark took Travis finger and stuck it into his belly button.
"Fuck no I can't," Travis yelled as he shot like a bullet away from Mark.
"Baby?" Mark says confused.
"I'm sorry your just . . . And I'm not. . ."
"Travis, your beautiful you don't have to feel self conscious," Mark says.
"I'm not," Travis says.
"Then what is it your sort of being a tease," Mark groans harshly.