But I want to post the next part of "Wild & Untamed" ... I know a lot of you are waiting for it .. I just hope, it will not disappoint you ;)
Title: Wild & Untamed (27/?)
Fandom: Casey / Zeke
Rating: ähm ... NC 17 ???
Disclaimer: of course, not mine
Previous parts: one / two / three / four / five / six / seven / eight / nine / ten / eleven / twelve / thirteen / fourteen / fifteen / sixteen / seventeen / eighteen / nineteen / twenty / twenty-one / twenty-two / twenty-three / twenty-four / twenty-five / twenty-six /
This story is written for romeny
Casey put down the pics he just looked over and opened his door. His father was standing outside, with the phone in his hand.
"It's for you!"
Casey frowned. He couldn't guess who would call him that late in the evening. To be honest, usually no one called him, late or not, beside of his grandparents. Probably it was a simply misunderstanding.
"Who is it," he asked.
"He didn't reveal his name. Apparently one of these boys from the photo club. He says, he has forgotten to tell you something important this afternoon!"
Casey gaped at his father, unable to think clearly, until the man thrust the phone into his hand.
"Keep it short, okay," he smiled.
"And tell your friend, that this is an exception today. It's a bit late for a call!"
Casey nodded, feeling numb.
He was just glad that his dad was already on the way back into his office, so he wouldn't notice his shaking hands. Once back in his own room he made sure that the door was closed, before he put the phone to his ear.
The chuckling on the other side was unmistakable. He dropped down onto his bed.
"Oh God," he murmured.
"Zeke? What has happened?"
"I miss you!"
"Are you totally crazy now? You've scared the shit out of me! You cannot simply call me!"
"Why not? That is what a phone is for, right?"
"But ... my parents ... and ... I ... you can't ... "
Again this smooth chuckling.
"I wanted to hear your voice!"
"This is ridiculous!"
"Tell me something!"
"Anything. What are you doing right now?"
"Working on the photoproject. Mr. Brown is going to kill me if I've not finished it till tomorrow. There are still a few more pics I must edit new. I must go on, Zeke. It's nearly 9 o'clock and I will have to go to bed soon!"
"Aww. Poor little baby-boy. Will you think of me, when you jerk off tonight?"
Casey coughed. Zeke's voice was so teasing and seducing. It never missed it's desired effect. Also now he felt the heat running through his body, right into his groin, leaving his dick hard and yearning for a real touch. For Zeke's touch, for his hands and lips and ...
Okay, he needed this to stop! Now!
"Zeke! I'm not gonna ..."
"Oh yes, you will. I know, you miss it. Tell me, Baby blue, what do you think about when you're doing it?"
Casey closed his eyes and tried to take a deep breath.
"Please, Zeke, stop it! My parents ..."
The amused giggling made him wish to be able to kill him. Right now!
"Oh! I get it. Your dad is eavesdropping at your door!"
"Of course not! But ... I don't talk about this shit! So shut up!"
"You don't? Oh, you would prefer to do it, eh? Come on, Case, tell me. Maybe we can do it together!"
Casey felt turning red. His dreams had changed since he hooked up with Zeke. They weren't as vanilla as before, sometimes even a bit kinky and rough. Zeke had taught him a lot, he hadn't even dared to think about before. But there were limits, right?
"We can't! It just ... fantasy, you know?"
"Aaaw! Hot, dark fantasies, eh? Let me help you out with one. Close your eyes and relax ...
Just you and me, Baby blue. You ... and me ... and the GTO. Somewhere outside. It's hot! Much too hot. You're sweating. You know, what I would love to do?"
Casey coughed. He was not sure, if he wanted to hear the answer.
"I would tear off your clothes and bend you over the hood. Maybe you would ask me to stop. But I wouldn't. I would pull up your legs and fuck you senseless, deep and rough. I would make you cry for more!"
"Zeke, please, stop it," Casey whimpered.
This was so hard to endure. He had leaned back onto his bed. His eyes were squeezed shut, his mouth felt dry. One hand was resting over his groin, ready to stroke his hardened shaft through the thick fabric of his denim. To tear it apart seemed to be a good idea.
"Just fantasy, Case," Zeke chuckled.
"Enjoy it! I'm not quite done yet. Because ... if you're nice, I would finally give you a good rimming!"
"I would clean you up. With my tongue, you know. Kissing, licking ... It's so fucking hot ... and I would love to do this. Because you have a gorgeous ass."
Casey felt dizzy. He had seen picture of it, guys doing things like this. Of course, it was a thrilling sight and it always caused exciting dreams ... but now it was so real. He could nearly feel it, Zeke's hot breath around his hole, his tongue, borrowed deep into his ass. He groaned loudly. His hand was searching for the zipper of his jeans. He needed to find relieve or he would burst right now, he was sure about it.
He stopped thunderstruck and tried to ease his breath.
"Dad," he finally managed to bring out.
"It's about time, Casey! Whatever you two have to talk about, it will have to wait till tomorrow!"
"Okay! Okay, Dad. Just one minute, okay? Please!"
"One minute, Casey! And I will come in and grab the phone!"
He heard his Dad going downstairs again and he finally let out the breath.
"Jesus fuck," he muttered.
And he heard Zeke's giggling on the other side of the phone.
"Bad timing, eh? So sorry!"
"Oh, you shut up! I hate you!"
"Aw, c'mon! You're just mad, because I know you would love it ... See you tomorrow, Baby blue. Sweet dreams!"
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