Little Red Pill Ch. 10

I battled in my head back and forth between trying to decide what excuse I would give Gavin for the way I was acting and why we couldn't hook up anymore, and trying to guess what Gavin wanted to talk to me for. I had just about concluded that Gavin was probably coming to tell me HE no longer wanted to hook up, which was great because it would save me the trouble of coming up with a lie to cover up the story of the rise and fall of my ginormous penis.

There was a quick knock at the front door that made me leap up off of the couch. I hurried to the front hallway to let him in, my tummy fluttering with nerves like it hadn't since preparing to go on my first date in middle school.

When I opened the door and saw Gavin there, that lopsided smirk, in one of his patented t-shirts with the sleeves and half of the material of the sides of the shirt removed and Nike sweat-shorts, anything I had planned to say escaped me.

I glided through greetings like an outside participant, and suddenly found us seated on the living room couch. I realized I was probably staring at Gavin too much. I felt like I needed to blink more, knew I should probably say something.

Gavin's gaze had found the two bottles of Bud Light dripping condensation onto coasters on the coffee table in front of us.

"Woah, Noah! You lookin' to party? I didn't know you partied," he joked.

I felt myself relax a bit. Gavin reached out and grabbed a bottle, tipped it in my direction and gave me an expectant look with a smirk that sent a thrill through me. I realized, after a beat, what he was waiting for, and grabbed the other bottle. We clinked bottle tips together and both took a swig.

Well, Gavin took a swig. I kept chugging until most of the bottle was gone. When I tipped the bottle away from my lips, I found Gavin looking wide-eyed and unbelieving at me.

"Okay, dude!" He exclaimed, approvingly.

There was a few seconds of pregnant pause between us. I felt the compulsion to fill the silence.

"I'm sorry I-" I started.

"Noah, look-" Gavin blurted at the same time as me.

We both stopped and Gavin chuckled.

"You were saying?" He offered.

Suddenly, I remembered my plan; Let him tell me that whatever we had was over first, and I wouldn't need to explain anything.

"No, you first. You were the one who said we needed to talk," I countered.

He sighed.

"Fair enough." He took another, longer pull on the beer, set it down and took a deep breath. "Here goes."

He suddenly looked super serious, and, dare I say, nervous? It was an unexpectedly cute look on him. Maybe that wasn't too surprising, as it seemed every look was a cute look on him.

"What we had going on this summer was, well, unexpected to say the least," he started. I knew that was right, and nodded my agreement, but kept quiet. I got the sense that he had prepared his statement and I should keep quiet and let him make it.

"Unexpected, kind of crazy, but kind of pretty awesome too," his smirk returned for a brief moment despite his nervousness. "But, I also couldn't help but feel really guilty about it the whole time." His voice and his face had grown serious again. "I know the reputation I've had ever since High School. The popular jock player, aways with a girl on my arm. Seemingly a different one every week. But whatever rumors there ever were about me, I've always tried to be honest, and I've never been a cheater."

I could hear the guilt in his voice. I wanted to say something, but thinking back to what we had done this summer, knowing his mention of a girlfriend, I felt some of his guilt rubbing off on me. I let him continue.

"And yet here I was, caught up in some wild secret affair- with a dude, no less. You caught me off guard that first time in your kitchen. But then, my girlfriend Megan went away on vacation and I came seeking you back out. It wasn't fair to her."

He looked genuinely mad at himself, and I felt like a piece of shit, myself. I wouldn't know what to say if it were my turn to speak yet. Luckily, he wasn't done.

"And that is why I needed to talk to you, to tell you that I couldn't let it go on like this anymore."

It was the outcome I had wanted; for Gavin to tell me that it was over so that I wouldn't have to explain to him that it was over because I no longer had an amazingly huge dick. And yet, I still felt my stomach sink with his words. My shoulders slumped as I nodded in agreement, any words of response still stuck in my throat.

"And that's why I broke up with Megan."

"Gavin, I am so sorry- wait what?"

What had he just said?

"I came clean to her. I told her I didn't have the same feelings for her anymore, and that there was someone else. I've never been that playboy people always assumed me to be. I prefer to give all my focus and energy to one person. It's never happened to be another dude before, but... here we are."

Was I hearing this correctly? There was actually a quiet ringing in my ear. I shook my head to clear it out.

"What-? Are you-? I-" I stammered.

The corners of Gavin's lips flashed a quick smile at my fluster, but then it vanished, and he was serious again.

"But, I feel like I deserve the same focus and energy I give out. And last week when I showed up at your work and found you in the parking lot with another guy on your dick, I just-" he took a calming breath, "Well I didn't like it, or how it made me feel. You know, all jealous and whatever."

Hearing what I thought was this hunk of an Alpha Male talking about his feelings like this was blowing my freaking mind. It had my tongue tied in knots.

"And I know," he continued, "that I really didn't have a right to be jealous. We weren't in any kind of relationship. As far as you were concerned, I had a girlfriend. You have every right to be with whoever you want. But, I'm not going to stop being honest now. This whole gay thing, or whatever this is, shit, I don't know, am I bi? Anyway, it's new to me. You might be all free with your sexuality and that is great. More power to you. But I'm not looking for random hook-ups, I'm not looking to be with a new guy, girl- person, every night... I'm looking to be... to be with just you."

He seemed, for the moment to have talked himself out. I sat across from him on the couch stunned. As my brain worked to process all of this, I could see the doubt and vulnerability washing over Gavin's usually confident face. The sight untied my tongue.

"Gavin, I can explain everything-" I blurted out.

And then, my tongue re-tied itself. Gavin stared at me expectantly for several silent beats. I could explain everything? Yeah? How? With the truth?

"Well? Are you going to, sometime tonight?" He asked.

And suddenly it started pouring out of me. The truth. Once the faucet had been turned on, there was no turning it back off. I felt like I left my body and watched myself rambling out the whole story. All the while Gavin also watched and listened, his expressions changing with each more ridiculous new twist to the story. God bless him, though, he didn't interrupt.

I started from the very beginning. From Casey breaking up with me and my tiny penis at the end of Freshman year at college, to me coming home and going in for that first bizarre appointment with Dr. Curtis. I told him about the Little Red Pills and Curtis's unbelievable claims about their effects. I described the constant urges and erections, the increased appetite and the need to workout to blow off steam. I told him about the vivid homo-erotic wet dreams and uncontrollable gay fantasies. I tried to explain the need to keep taking the pills, the fact that they were actually working and how I measured a steady growth every day.

I told him about the first hookups with Lorenzo at the gym. How I felt like a more confident, cocksure, constantly horny person had taken over my body. I told him about the others after Renzo, Like Connor, and of course he knew about himself. I kept talking through my red-cheeked embarrassment as I explained my infatuation with him, and the obsession I had developed about finding a way to make him make me cum with his cock in my ass, and how that had led to the surreal follow-up appointment and subsequent lessons from Dr. Curtis. Which, of course, led to my wild scheme to tie Gavin up to my bed and ride his cock to get myself off.

I told him about Dr. Curtis's disappearance and my Pill supply running dry, and the spiral through the stages of grief.

"So you have to understand, that person on those Pills wasn't me. Well I mean, it was me, but he did things I would never do. Once I got off the pills, and they got out of my system, I was mortified when I thought about everything I had done. Well, almost everything," I took a deep breath. "Everything except what I had done with you."

I actually felt lighter now that the weight of all of that had been lifted off of my shoulders. I felt lighter, but also like sinking down into the couch cushions away from Gavin's gaze as he sat there blinking at me, an unreadable expression on his face. I needed him to say something, anything.

"Hole. Lee. Shit," he exclaimed. "That is THE wildest thing I have ever heard. Wow."

I could understand him not believing me. I wouldn't believe me either, if I hadn't lived through it.

"I mean, I saw you there in your jeep last week with that dude. I saw what you were working with, and you were massive! You're telling me that if we were to look right now, your dick would be way smaller now?"

My cheeks flushed again.

"Yeah, well, you're going to have to just trust me on that one," I said, dejectedly.

"So, I don't get it? You're telling me that you were only attracted to me because of these Pills? That they made you gay? But now you are straight again. This is the weirdest rejection I've ever gotten."

"Gavin, no. Well, yes the Pills definitely gave me all those gay desires. But, apparently, my feelings for you were real."

He rolled his eyes.

"No, seriously! When the Pills ran out, I felt nothing but shame and confusion when I thought back to all my random hookups. I tried thinking about chicks too. Hell I looked up," I cleared my throat, "I tried to get myself going with straight porn, and I couldn't do it. But when I think about you- I still," I blushed again and had to look away.

I heard shifting and looked back up to see Gavin sliding closer to me on the couch.

"Well then, shut up and prove it then, dude."

He leaned forward towards me, for what, I'm not sure, as I leaned backwards away from him, my heart thudding in my chest. Gavin stopped and grinned and grimaced at the same time, slowly pulling back away from me and shaking his head.

"No, Gavin. I mean, I want to. Shit, do I want to. But I can't."

The look on his face made my thudding heart sink. He looked defeated, over it. I felt compelled to make him understand.

"I've been down this road before. I get attached to someone, only for them to break it off, even laugh at me, when my pants finally come off. I can't go through that anymore," I confessed.

God, I was such a pussy, my eyes stung as tears threatened to gather in their corners.

"Dude. I don't want you for your giant cock! Fuck, I wouldn't even know what to do with it. The kind of people I'm used to being with don't even have them at all," he smirked. "I want you for you... God, that sounded corny."

He chuckled at that, and I found it contagious and started to laugh too. He took the moment to catch me off guard, leaned forward again, and his lips were suddenly pressing into mine.

That stopped my laugh real quick, but it also froze me from doing anything else for a moment, but sit there with his mouth pressed against mine. I came to my senses and pursed my lips to kiss him back as one of his strong hands came up to cup my cheek and chin. I brought my own hand up to rub against the short stubble of blonde five o'clock shadow on his own cheek. I felt his lips open slightly and I opened mine too as he closed his around first my bottom lip, and then, readjusting, my top lip.

We were fully making out, and it was somehow oddly the most intimate and shocking act I had participated in with anyone that entire wild homoerotic summer. I felt my diminutive member growing hard in my sweatpants as we continued exploring each other's mouths.

As our tongues mingled, I felt his free hand roaming down my body and towards my lap. He had latched onto the waistband of both my sweats and the boxer briefs beneath them and was trying to pull them down. I huffed a breath of denial from my mouth into his before pulling my head back and shaking my head no. My hand went to my lap to grab at his wrist to stop him from pulling my pants down and exposing my front.

"I don't want you to-" I started.

His eyes locked with mine.

"Turn around." He ordered.

The command in his voice sent a familiar thrill through me. I started shifting my body around on the couch. He grabbed me bodily and helped me along, twisting me around and pushing me facedown onto the couch, sprawled across it on my stomach. He grabbed onto the back of my pants and I lifted my ass up in the air to allow him easier access to pull my sweatpants and underwear down off of my buttocks in the back and partway down the back of my thighs. My sweats remained mostly pulled up front, but my ass was bared to Gavin.

I heard him hawking a lougey and spitting it out before feeling him swipe his spit-moistened palm between my cheeks. I heard the sound repeat, and craned my neck around to watch as Gavin pulled down the front of his shorts and his rapidly stiffening cock sprung free. He had his saliva cupped in his other hand and rubbed it up and down his shaft and over the top of his swollen glans. He was looking down at my backside with a look of frustration that I found made him even sexier.

"Spread 'em," he ordered, as he reached down and forcefully pushed my legs further apart, sprawling me out facedown on the couch.

And then he was leaning over me and I felt the warm firm pressure of him pressing himself to my backdoor. I hissed as he slowly forced his way past my anus's resistance. I gasped in a sharp pained breath as I heard Gavin sigh out one of his own as he breached me and began sinking into me. By the time he had fully penetrated me and I felt his front pressing against my back, I was reacustomed to having him inside of me, to the point that I whimpered as he drew himself almost completely back out.

He plunged back into me with a groan of pleasure.

"Uuuuh! Did you miss having me inside of you?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically into the couch cushion as he quickly pulled his hips back again and then humped back into me.

"Are you going to keep your ass for my cock only?" He grunted, thrusting down into me again with a thwomp.

I nodded my head desperately 'yes.'

"Say it! Tell me your ass belongs to me! Say you're my bitch," he commanded, methodically long-dick humping in and out of me.

"My as belongs to you Gavin- Agh-" He put more force into his thrust, his lap smackinging into my backside, "-I am your bitch," I whined.

He withdrew and drove himself into me again, grinding his hips when our flesh connected, smashing his balls into my taint.

"That's right! Your ass is my boy pussy and my boy pussy only, to fuck whenever I want!" He continued pumping in and out of me, reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair and used it to pull my head up off the couch and turn it sideways to face him more. As his hips pistoned in and out he leaned his face closer to mine. "Right, Noah?"

"Uuuuuh Yes, Gavin," I moaned back.

He let go of my hair, latched both strong hands on my waist and began swiftly and powerfully plowing into me. I felt my little vigilant erection being jostled around in the fabric of the tangle of sweats and underwear at my front, pressed into and being dragged around on the surface of the couch beneath me. Each thrust into me sent a jolt of pleasure from my rectum straight through my cock.

Behind me, Gavin had leaned further into me, so that his body mass hovered just behind me, I could hear and feel his breath against the back of my neck. He maintained his quickened pace, built upon it, and the force at which he fucked into me.

"Uhh yeah! Uhh fuck! Your ass is mine! Fuck! That's my sloppy boy pussy! Uuuh fuck! Your ass is mine to dump my cum in! I'm going to fucking dump my cum up your ass! Uh fuck! Uh fuck!" Gavin ranted.

He now had a hand latched on my hip and the other pressed palm first against the side of my head, pressing my face sideways into the couch cushion.

"Oooh God! Ooh fuck! Ooooh fuck yes, cum inside me, Gavin! Nut in my ass!!" I moaned, my whole lower region was absolutely humming with the pleasure of his assault.

"Uuuuhh fuuuuuck dude I'm gonna cum!! Fuuuuuck I'm gonna bust my load! I'm gonna cum!! I'm fucking cumming Uuuuuuuuughn-" Gavin let out a long groan as his hip-thrusts became first frenzied and then jerky and sporadic. I could feel his cock pulsating inside of me as he slid in and out of my guts, pumping his load into me as he went. Finally, with a final thrust he buried himself down into me and I felt the warmth of his load depositing inside of me.

Eventually he slid out of me and I felt his weight lift off of me as he plopped back down on the end of the couch behind me. I lay there panting for minutes, a stubborn little hard-on still in my pants that had been mere seconds away from release before Gavin had climaxed.

Eventually I reached behind and pulled the back of my pants and underwear back into place before pulling myself up to sitting on the couch. I could feel Gavin's warm jizz seeping out from between my cheeks to make a mess of the inside of my underwear.

I chanced a look towards Gavin. He was reclined back against the couch, his clothes clinging to his sweaty body, his head tilted back looking up at the ceiling with a content look on his face. I couldn't help but stare. Finally, he turned his head to find me staring.

"What?" He smirked.

I blushed and looked away to the blank screen of television.

"Soooo now what?" Gavin asked.

"Well, my mom is away at the beach for a few more days..." I let my thought trail off, glanced back in his direction to see his smirk had returned, and widened.

"Nice," he commented.

We ended up in my bedroom not long after that. I was on him and pulling off his sweaty clothes seconds after entering the room.

I got his shirt off and his shorts pulled down around his ankles and gave him a shove backwards so that he plopped down sitting on the edge of my bed.

"You aren't gonna tie me up again, are you?"

This time I smirked.

"Do I have to?"

He chuckled and reached out, grabbing my wrist to pull me forward into me. He locked his lips on mine again and my head felt light as I still couldn't wrap my brain around how I was making out with a hunk of a dude, and we were both enjoying it so much.

Eventually when my tongue was worn out and my back was tired from bending forward, I broke free and fell to my knees between his splayed legs at the edge of my bed.

I took his cock in my mouth and proceeded with a sloppy blowjob, using my lips to clean away the mess of his cum and other fluids from our deeds down on the couch.

It didn't take long for Gavin to get his hands on the sides of my head, holding on and making me suck faster and pushing my face down further into his crotch. I gagged as my nose pressed into short pubic stubble, and he hit the back of my throat. And then before long he didn't need to use his hands to force me, because I was deep-throating him on my own.

"Uuuuuuuugh you're going to make me cum again," He moaned.

I pulled my face from his lap, his cock wetly popping from my lips and smacking off his abs.

"Uh-uh! Not yet," I chided.

I got up and retrieved the bottle of lube gifted to me by Dr. Curtis from my nightstand. I instructed Gavin to lay back on my bed and proceeded to slick up his rigid pole with a palm full of lube.