- Gay Male
- Silent Shout
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"I've got an hour before I need to leave for class. Do you want to go again?"
Oh, god, yes. I am already panting.
"Good. Me too. You're still ready from earlier," he said, the gruffness returning to his voice as he introduced another finger into my barely-resisting body. I move my legs up over his shoulders as his eyes darken with lust. Oliver is so beautiful.
"You're so beautiful, Davey. I love the way you look in the morning," he says, kissing the insides of my knees as he lines up his throbbing erection with my body and presses forward.
It's when we're connected like this, him deep inside my body as he stares into my eyes with his golden gaze, that I feel the most guilty. Do you know?
I let out a deep gasp of joy as he enters me over and over again, until I can hear him calling out my name softly in my ear. "My Davey...my Davey..."
Oliver collapses on top of me, sweating and breathing heavily. That shower did him no good.
I can feel him still connected, still deep inside me as he rests his head on my chest. "You know, I can hear you when you talk to me," he whispered. Do you know? "I love you too, Davey." He reaches out and grasps my hand, my tiny pale fingers twining with his strong and golden ones, our matching bands glinting in the sunlight.
I love you. Even if I don't deserve it.
"My Davey....."
- COMMENTS
FiveWolvesover 6 years agoI think this is the most heartbreaking story I've ever read on Literotica.
Anonymousalmost 8 years agoIt's all about Davey's painful journey, which isn't done by a long shot. His family should've gotten him help. He needs to speak. I'm not saying that being mute is wrong necessarily, just that psychologically damaged people don't need to live in the filth the world has made of their lives. It's unhealthy for them because it festers. Silence is the perfect breeding ground for emotional gangrene. There's power in words. The feeling of freedom from the hideous weight of secrets cannot be overstated. Making your assailant, writing your story, screaming your pain to the world. You're taking back what they stole. They had no right to it in the first place, and they don't deserve your help in covering their disgusting crimes. Treat teacher especially needs to be exposed because he's gone on to do it again. They always do.
As for his feelings of relief and twisted sense of gratitude, people feel similar things when they are the sole survivor of a devastating event, such as one soldier coming back while the rest of his group perished. You feel grateful to be alive, thankful that it wasn't you that died, and you hate yourself because you feel that way. It's twisted thinking. He needs counseling, just like any of us would.
I truly hope you choose to continue this story to show Davey's journey through recovery.
Anonymousover 8 years agoso that he can feel deserving of love rather than feeling like its pity. Davey has a lot of work within himself to work on
canndalmost 9 years agoThis was sad to me. I wish he would have gotten his voice back in the end when Oliver made it they could live together. You left it with this dark thing eating Davey up inside. It was a terrible thing to end with. I wish you'd followed up or gotten him to reveal his feelings somehow. it was a sad ending for me.
