The Secret Love Continuance Part 3? M/M | 2016

Ok so let me start off by giving a little back-story. If you remember, in the first part of this I said that Freddy was a Mormon. If you know the religion of Mormonism you know where I'm going with this. Mormons are not really aloud to date a lot of people and are not aloud to date anyone outside of there religion and they are strictly against gays, so when me and Freddy made love, this was an act that was so sinful in his religion that he could Be shunned by not only his community but by his family as well. I just wanted you guys to know this so that you understand why it is called "The Secret Love" because we couldn't tell anyone about this.

The next morning was like a scene out of a fairy tale. I wake up to Freddy in his boxers, still asleep. I stare at him and devour his image. Then it seemed as though all the accounts of last night rushed me, bringing an account of pleasure and a pang of guilt. I watch him for long, drooling minutes. As though he could feel my sadness, his eyes opened and looked into mine like he was waiting the entire night to look at them.

"We shouldn't be doing this." I said.

"Do you want to?" He said.

"Of course but I don't wan't you to get in trouble."

"Do you love me?"

"Yes."

"Then what does it matter?"

Without giving me a second to consider this, he reached forward and pulled me into the softest kiss I had ever shared. I began to forget everything again. I felt him pulling me closer. Oh, God, how good it felt. I loved him so much. I kissed him this time and we let it go at that. The rest of the day we lay in bed and watched t.v. Not wanting for him to leave me for anything, I asked him to stay the night again. He agreed and cuddled me for the rest of the day. I lay my head on his bare chest and breath a sigh of relief.

At sundown we were watching Harry Potter: Half Blood Prince when he shut off the t.v. I didn't ask him what he was doing but instead I let him do whatever he wanted. He reached over and brought out a disk from his bag.

"This should spice things up, shall we?"

I nodded and he played the disk. I'll cut out the whole guessing game for you, it was porn. And when I figured out what he had in mind, I was already too late. I looked over to say something only to be cut off by a beautiful, passionate, and well placed kiss. He pulled me closer and I could feel his hard cock already. This time around he was much more passionate about us making love. He whispered in my ear that he would like to fuck me, hard. The only thing I could manage to get out was a little whimper of a "Yes."

He rolled me over on my back and slid off his boxers. I, not wearing anything already, was ready to go. He reached down and gave me one more kiss before placing the head of his cock on my asshole. He put some lube on his head and gave a few teases. Then, without warning, he started fucking me. I'll admit at first it hurt like hell but after a few minutes of fucking I was in heaven. I could do nothing but lay there and take it. I felt so hopeless, and that added to the overall pleasure of it. I could not even moan. The only thing I could do was gasp like a fish. I realized that in this position it was much more easy to masturbate. I grabbed my cock and started. About five minutes later he came, this time filling my ass with a lot more cum. I still had not finished and he must have seen because he moved down to my cock and started sucking me off. For a guy that has never done anything like this before, he was amazingly talented. I asked him if I could cum and he halfway nodded. I came and he swallowed it all in a couple of gulps. We both passed out on the bed and slept the night away.

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