Chapter 4

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ON THE PATH TO FIND MY BRAIN

“Imean, seriously, what were you thinking? That you could take care of a bird?” Caitlyn scoffs as we amble toward campus. She lets me hold her hand, but I kind of want to drop it. That would be weird, though. Right? If I didn’t want to hold my girlfriend’s hand, that would mean she probably shouldn’t be my girlfriend.

I fed, loved, petted, and cared for my bird. If Sweetie didn’t want to stay, why would anyone else?

I grip her fingers tighter and tug Caitlyn closer to me, straightening my black hair with my free hand. As I change the subject, I try not to show how nervous I feel inside. “Where’s his place?”

“Just up here.” The autumn breeze blows her auburn locks over her shoulder, tickling my cheeks as they pass. We cross the street to the graduate apartment complex, but a gigantic, pearl-white Cadillac Escalade pulls up in front of us, blocking our path. It’s new with fresh tags. Xavier hops out and hurries to the other side to open Marissa’s door, holding his hand out for her as she carefully steps down.

“Oh my gosh, Xavier, look at this! Is this a new car?” Caitlyn practically pants at him, dropping my hand to press her palms to her cheeks in mock shock.

Xavier’s blue eyes dart over to us, but skirt past her red head and to my face. “Hey, Mason.”

Nodding at him, my attention dances over the fancy toy. “You just bought this?”

“Yeah, for the kids,” he says, placing his hand on Marissa’s belly.

Caitlyn scoffs. “You’re just having the one, right? She’s just pregnant with one?”

Marissa grabs Xavier’s bicep and presses her body into his side, then snaps at Caitlyn, “Yeah, well, we’ll be having a lot more.”

Xavier’s look of pure amusement as his eyes lift to the sky, his tongue almost escaping from his mouth as he tries to contain a grin, makes me want to hit him. Caitlyn stiffens next to me and replies, “Guess you don’t care about maintaining a good figure, then.” With a toss of her head, she wanders in front of me like some fucking queen.

Marissa rolls her eyes as Xavier leans down and murmurs, “You won’t even have a chance to not be pregnant…”

Pushing my steps to catch up, I tug on Caitlyn’s purse string, and she clutches my arm like Marissa did to my cousin. “They are so annoying. Think they’re better than everyone else.”

“Yeah, I told you,” I say, feeling proud she wants to touch me in public.

“You’d try to knock me up, wouldn’t you? With some of those Cardell genes?”

My stomach tightens, but I think… With a glance back over my shoulder, I catch a glimpse of my cousin and his wife walking arm in arm. If Xavier’s so cool to have a bunch of kids, why couldn’t I be? I could fuck Caitlyn and knock her up. My mom would like that. “Um, sure. Yes.”

She steals a peek at my face as we near the apartments, batting her lashes. “Do-do you think Marissa’s prettier than me?”

“I mean, she’s just got more curves than you. A bigger ass. And tits. And she’s got that tall, exotic model look going on.”

Caitlyn stops and drops her jaw. She shoves me away from her side. “Thanks, asshole.”

“What?”

Caitlyn snaps her fingers to indicate I should open the building door for her, and I hustle to get behind it. “What did I say?”

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Entering behind her, I try to smooth things over. “Some guys like that. I prefer, you know, more made-up beauty. Like what you do. You know, with your hair and all that shit you put on your face.”

“Mason?” Caitlyn pauses outside a plain white door.

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.” She lifts her knuckles, but instead of punching me, she raps on the door.

Briggs’s huge body fills the frame as he opens it, looking like he just stepped out of the shower. Sans shirt, his pecs dance as he leans forward to wrap his arms around her waist, but his blue eyes are locked on me. “Hey, man. Welcome to my place.”

He escorts my girlfriend inside with a hand on her lower back as I take a look around. Briggs’s apartment is like a grown-up’s pad, with a brown leather sofa in the living room and matching stuffed chairs. In the middle of the room is an upholstered coffee table with a fluffy rug underneath and a stack of important-looking books sitting on top. Inside, a portrait picture frame hides his TV. It looks like a piece of expensive art. There’s no Xbox or any gaming system I can see. Just bookcases lining every available spot, filled with titles that I can’t pronounce. For someone studying business, he seems to have a lot on every subject.

“You good there, twister?” Briggs asks, lifting his mouth off of Caitlyn’s to speak briefly before biting her bottom lip.

“Your place is really nice.”

Reaching over my girlfriend, he grips my shoulder gently. “Thanks, man. You want something to drink?”

“Not now, Briggs, baby... I need your thick cock.” Caitlyn whips her green eyes around and scans me standing near the entrance awkwardly. “And Mason’s hungry for some cream pie.”

Snagging my hand, she tugs me with her as Briggs slips his arm around her waist, leading her into the main bedroom right off the living room. Just like the rest of the apartment, it’s got nice furniture and style. He must have money.

Massive dick, muscles, an MBA, money… and my girl’s tongue in his mouth.

“Mason, you sit over there.” Caitlyn snaps her fingers to a striped wingback chair angled in the corner, but as I take a few steps that way, Briggs stops me.

“No. I want to watch you suck his dick while I fuck you from behind. How about that, ginger?” With a swat, he spanks her, and she melts. I see it. It’s the same way she is with Xavier. Compliant, obedient. She’s never been that way with me. But some unexpected urge for Briggs’s big hand to slap me around makes my dick jump in my jeans. Like… maybe he’ll force me to take his dick in my mouth again. Choke on it. Will he? Will Caitlyn? Will he rape my ass?

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

“Sure, baby.” Caitlyn loosens her dress, letting it drop to the ground, as she sashays to the bed. Her bra and thong look amazing on her tight body when she crawls over the mattress, showcasing her ass for him.

“Come over here and eat her pussy, twister. Get her ready for me.” There’s some heat behind Briggs’s eyes as he grunts out the words.

Grabbing the back of my sweater, I pull it over my head and toss it onto the chair, then shove off my jeans. When I go to pass Briggs to get to Caitlyn, he stops me with a long finger tugging on my jaw. Drawing my face up to his, he growls, “Everything off, little boy. Daddy wants to see it all.”

Frozen with some bizarre tingle electrifying my balls and spine… I do just as he says without breaking eye contact.

“Good boy.” Nodding toward Caitlyn, Briggs continues. “Now, take off her panties and put your face in her cunt. Lick it up, get it wet for my huge dick. I’m gonna fuck it and make you eat my cum after.”

Curling my fingers under her thong, I edge it down and she helps by shifting her legs and tossing off her bra. Briggs slides over to her head and strips, then lets her suck him while I eat her pussy. Her moans are stifled by his thickness, and she presses her cunt into my nose as I lick her the way she likes. My dick is raging hard, but… it’s not from her. Despite the confusion, I give it a few strokes to relieve some growing need within me.

I stay focused on what I’m doing, closing my eyes and jerking harder, until thick, hairy legs brush across my side. “Mason, get underneath her. I want you to have a great view.”

“Okay,” I say as I stand. Briggs grips my neck with his forearm wrapped around it and tugs me back into his chest. His hard dick slots between my buttocks, and I squeal, a shiver running rapidly down my spine.

Lowering his voice to a growl, he places his lips over my ear and asks, “Okay, what?”

“Um… Okay, daddy?”

As if he heard my earlier thoughts, his large palm spanks the shit out of my right ass cheek, then gives me a little shove toward the bed. “Good boy.”

I’m not gay, but my cock oozes pre-cum, hearing his deep bass speak those words. The heat on my skin rages into burning flames where he lit it up with his smack. Getting into sixty-nine position by lying on my back with Caitlyn on all fours over me, my dick throbs, desperate for some relief as it senses the warmth of her breath hovering over it. From this angle, I have a perfect undercarriage view of her pussy. Due to our height difference, I have to scoot back so she can reach my shaft, which places my face directly under Briggs’s big balls.

Fortunately, he shaves and… he smells nice. Like some type of cedar body wash or something manly. Straddling my head, Briggs slowly slides his dick inside my girlfriend. Screaming around my cock, she gags on me, which causes my hips to jut into the air, forcing my dick to the back of her throat.

Watching Briggs pile into her, I try to match the rhythm of my movements with his. My tongue can’t really reach her pussy, but Briggs’s hand reaches down to stroke my cheek as he commands, “Suck my balls, twister. Stick out your tongue and lick her pussy off my cock every time I pull back.” With a light slap, his palm strikes my face. The motion causes me to gasp and swallow his generous sack. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, just like that.”

He picks up his speed, spanking Caitlyn, who moans around me until I’m ready to bust in her mouth. Doing as he commands, my neck strains so I can stroke my tongue along the underside of his girthy shaft. My lips suck the tortured veins and clean the velvety texture of Caitlyn’s musky cream. His grunts and frantic movements make it seem like he’s going to come as well.

“That’s it, twister. Such a good boy for daddy. Do you want to come?”

Nodding eagerly, I make some whimpering affirmations.

“Be a good boy and come for daddy in ginger’s mouth.”

With a last thrust of my hips, I grunt and dribble. Caitlyn chokes on me, then spits the warm juice all over my thighs, but I don’t care. Even as I’m still pulsing, spewing reams of cum out of the tip, Briggs fills her cunt as I stare, completely mesmerized at the twitches in his thick muscle. Holding for a brief moment, he asks, “You ready?”

I’m about to ask for what, but he backs up. Briggs slaps my face again until my mouth opens, his entire white load oozing out of Caitlyn’s pussy lips and down into my throat.

Swiveling her head around, Caitlyn snaps, “Swallow it, bitch boy. That’s your reward.”

As the slimy spunk drips down into my belly, I think there must be something wrong with me.

I like it. And I want more.

The three of us dress in silence until Briggs offers us drinks, but Caitlyn murmurs an excuse that she needs to leave to study. I’m confused because she never seems to study. Plus, I kind of don’t want to go back to my lonely Sweetie-free apartment. It just makes me sad. But she snaps her fingers and tells me to hurry, that we’ll all meet again soon.

Before we depart, Briggs snags a part of my sweater, his blue eyes dazzling me.

“Listen,” he says. “That’s my pussy now. I own it. You can jerk off in your hand, but if you try to fuck what’s mine, Mason, I’ll put your dick in a cage and swallow the key. Do you understand me?”

It feels like the breath is knocked out of me when he speaks. Something about the way he says the words, or the seriousness of his tone, seems like he would totally do exactly what he threatens… My cock grows to full capacity again. “I understand.”

His eyebrows lift ever so slightly, and he tilts his head at me.

I clear my throat. “Daddy.”

Leaning in close to my neck, he murmurs, “Good boy.”