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Before Caleb could fully slip into the dream world, worries about Vance crept into his subconscious. He had a lack of feelings? What did that even mean? Why did he just laugh it off? That’s always been Vance, however. Caleb started to remember, where did it all go wrong?

…

Welcome to Rosen Middle School.

It was spring. Caleb was in the 8th grade and at the time was a little girl in the middle of a crisis. She always found herself to be around boys, relate and act like them in many ways, She hated being a woman and what her mother tried to drill in her head. She had cut her long flowing blonde hair short the day of the big soccer game they do every spring. The 8th grade class always had two different PE classes, so they would naturally have a small rivalry that ended in two big games, one in the winter and one in the spring. The winter game was basketball, which Caleb’s team lost. Now ready and able, She was ready to strike. Once she got her shoes and blue uniform on, she ran onto the field, ready to strike. She looked at the red uniforms on the other side, seeing what’s the competition. The obvious one was the bigger kid. She sort of recognized him, Gracie? Yeah, Vance Gracie. He had a buzzcut. He looked uncomfortable, kneeling to look at the grass. Once the whistle blew, it was showtime. The game was intense. A lot of shoving and tackles from both sides, To prove that she could hang, Caleb went straight for the big man, with Vance not budging a bit. They both proved to be the difference-makers on their teams, with both competitors scoring on each other despite the constant pushing and shoulder bumping. Vance used his size to overpower and send Caleb to the grass as he scored, and Caleb used his wit to trip up Vance on his way to a goal. The game went Caleb’s way, with a classmate scoring a goal in the final seconds to pull away, making the score 3-2. With the game being over, a sweat-drenched Vance sat on the grass, huffing air as he looked at the goals. Caleb grabbed a juice box and offered it to him. Vance smiled and grabbed it, drinking it happily.

Two Boys, One Bathroom.

Caleb and Vance eventually graduated and both went to the same high school. It was there where they got close, real close. They would often skip class and hang out in the boy’s bathroom that they would always lock to make sure nobody came in. It was also so erzurum escort out of the way that it was almost impossible to find. The duo would sit all day, show the funny posts on their phones, talk about sex. That day in the bathroom was special to Caleb.

“Hey, Vance?” He said after a bit of laughter.

“Hm?”

“Could you call me…Caleb?”

Vance looked confused. “Why?”

“Well…I’m gonna start being more like a boy now.”

“Why?”

“I just like it like that.” Caleb started to get nervous. “You hate me now, don’t you?”

Vance shook his head rapidly. “No! No, I think it’s ok, I don’t care, C-Caleb.”

“No, It’s weird, and I’m weird. I’m a fucking idiot, nobody’s gonna like this…” The young man started to tear up, he could feel himself beginning to panic.

Vance’s heart started to pound. He didn’t know what to do. He had one idea in mind. He grabbed Caleb’s shoulders to admit his feelings. “Be my boyfriend. I always liked you for you. For the first time, I can be me around you. I want that, C-Caleb.”

Caleb smiled and went in for a hug, which was warmly received.

Vance looked at him after the hug. “Wait…That means I’m gay now?”

Caleb started to noisily laugh. “And you thought you were straight before?”

In The Backseat.

Prom night sucked, and the seniors spiked the punch bowl so the couple went off into the private areas of the forest by Vance’s car, a gift from his mother for his 18th birthday. While Caleb was the same age, he preferred to take the train. It was in that old car where Caleb shared another memory.

Caleb was trembling as he felt Vance’s hands wander places they had left off limits until they were both comfortable. His mind kept chanting doubts and fears about whether or not Vance would truly enjoy having sex with him. Even though they were in the middle of making out, Vance was warm and very obviously excited.

Vance was on top of him, they lay in the back seat and Caleb looked up past the window at the stars. He could do this, he wanted it so badly, and Vance knew him, accepted him. Nothing could go wrong.

Caleb quickly took off his shirt but stilled when he reached for the edges of his binder. Vance looked up at him, large puppy eyes that conveyed every sense of comfort that Caleb was sure neither of them could really say verbally. esat escort He could keep it on or he could take it off, it was up to him. And he felt a warm sense of security as he realized Vance would not be mad or turned off by the choice.

He kept it on. And Vance pressed damp kisses along the seams and the edges of the fabric. It was just another part of him.

Thinking about the insecurity however, grew a lot harder as Vances mouth trailed along the top of his dress pants. Everything was so intense, it was literally nothing he had felt before even when they playfully wrestled with one another or made out. It was almost painful how hard he was,

his clit brushed against the fabric of his boxers when his hips jumped from Vances tongue tracing his hip bone. He hissed and his hand shot down to unbutton the pants.

Vance chuckled softly. “I’ll get them, bunny, just lay there and look handsome for me.”

Caleb felt his brain cloud a little at the nickname. He had been called that by Vance for years but in this moment it made him feel so fucking horny he couldn’t think.

“Vance, I need you to hurry, it hurts.” Caleb heard his own voice crack and whine. It was embarrassing and normally Vance would tease him for the pitchiness. But it only seemed to drive the other man crazy.

“Fuck, okay hold on.” Vance sat up a little and shakily unbuttoned Caleb’s pants, he moved them down as far as he could down his thighs without having to lift his own body off the seat. The position was mildly inconvenient but Vance looked unbothered as he reached down and pulled at the edge of Caleb’s boxers. Their eyes met and Vance must’ve seen the slight panic in Caleb’s expression. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his lips.

Caleb sighed and relaxed as Vance used the kiss as a distraction. They broke apart and Caleb looked down to see his cunt on full display to Vance. His clit was twitching and red, and he knew he had very likely left a large wet spot on his boxers from how worked up he had gotten. He felt his face heat up as Vance looked at him, all of him. He also felt his hips jerk up a little in response to his own desperation.

Vance quickly unbuttoned his own dress pants, his hand pulling at his own clothes like he was going insane. Caleb watched, his mind racing as he imagined Vance’s cock. Which esenler escort he had seen on accident plenty of times, but that had all been while the man was soft and calm.

He felt himself drip a little bit from his cunt when Vance finally managed to pull his cock out. He had been so excited at the prospect of the night that he had prepped himself, he had stretched his hole so he would be able to take anything that Vance could or would have. And he was a little grateful he had, it was decently long and thicker then his own toy he had managed to steal from a novelty sex shop down in LA.

He spread his thighs as much as his tight dress pants would allow. He felt Vance bring a hand to his cunt, dipping his fingers into the wet mess he was making on the seat and on his thighs.

“No, no. no it’s okay I already stretched myself out.” Caleb gasped, he was so on edge that he swore he was going to throttle Vance if he took any longer.

“Are you sure?” Vance’s voice was slightly lower, closer to a growl than actual words.

“Yes! Please Vance just fucking fuck me already!” Caleb felt his patience dissipate. But he lost all sense of anything but Vance as he felt him slowly push himself inside. And he was right, he had stretched himself just enough that he was able to take him completely.

He felt amazingly full, and he felt the head of Vance’s cock push against his sweet spot perfectly. Caleb let out a low moan and he felt his own head fall back and hit the car door behind him. He ignored the pain as Vance started to pull out again.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck-” Caleb barely realized he was chanting as Vance set a slow pace, he was either taking in all the feeling or he was holding himself back. Caleb felt a strong sense of bravery as he vaguely felt his own body ask for more. “Fuck me harder you dog I know you can.”

Vance’s head shot up to look him dead in the eye. He leaned down, pressing Caleb’s legs back into his chest as he did, and kissed him harshly.

“Call me that again.” Vance said, his voice still low.

“What? A dog?” Caleb felt his voice heighten a bit as Vance fucked into him a little faster. Vance growled in response. “You want to fuck me like a dog? Cmon Vance you stupid mutt, fill me up like you said you would.”

Caleb let out a choked moan as Vance finally fucked him at the pace he wanted him to. He was so full, fuck, he would never be able to compare to this.

It was done too quickly, his thighs shook and clamped together as he came and he knew Vance would pull out before he came inside of Caleb. He felt wave after wave of heat and pleasure course through him. That was amazing.

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