Bad Boy 4

by Jamie Lake

  “Okay,” Peter said, his voice shaking.

  “But first,” Chip said, with a sexy smile, as locked the house door and pulled Peter into his bedroom, “We have some celebrating to do.”

  “I should take a shower,” Peter said.

  “I like it dirty,” Chip said. That sexy smile was going to kill Peter, it turned him on so much.

  He shut and locked the bedroom door behind him and slammed Peter against it with the force of his kiss. Chip's tongue swirled inside his mouth, his hands running up and down Peter's body. He slid a thigh between his legs as he continued to push him up against the door. He thrust his hips forward, and Peter could feel his hard, hot length press against his thigh. He groaned, running his hand through Chip's short hair, tilting his head back as Chip leaned in to press hot, needy kisses to Peter's throat.

  He wanted to take it slowly. He wanted their first time to be something special, but he found that his need was too great for anything slow. He needed Chip, and he needed him now. Peter reached up and tugged at the bottom of his t shirt. He needed to feel skin, needed to feel Chip's tight, broad muscles under his hands. Peter dipped his head forward and licked at his now bare chest, flicking his tongue over his nipples and scraping his teeth lightly and gently over his skin.

  It made Chip growl and murmur in pleasure, his hand moving between them to grasp Peter's cock through his pants. Chip stroked him, teased him. He swiped his thumb over the head of his cock. Peter thrust his hips forward again, needing to feel more of his touch against him. He moaned, whimpered, and softly begged him.

  "Please, Chip," he breathed.

  Chip tugged on his earlobe with his teeth. "Please what?"

  "You know what," Peter hissed through his teeth. He sunk his hands into the waistband of Chip's jeans, yanking him closer, fingertips skimming his pelvis.

  Chip grasped Peter's chin between thumb and forefinger. "Tell me," he insisted.

  "Fuck me," Peter whispered, moaning.

  "I'm sorry ... couldn't hear you," Chip said, his voice teasing, sultry.

  "Fuck me!" Peter said, much louder this time.

  Chip's strong hands clamped down on his shoulders and he roughly pushed him down onto the bed. Peter sank into the blankets, his head on the pillows. He lewdly spread his legs and ran his hand down the seam of his jeans, showing Chip just how turned on and hard he was for him.

  "Take out your cock, Peter," Chip commanded, peeling the rest of his clothes off, standing nude for Peter's viewing pleasure. Chip had a rock-hard body and sculpted abs. His heavy cock was fully erect and dripping with pre-cum as he watched Peter.

  "Yes, sir," Peter said, hands trembling as he moved to obey Chip. He loved the way this man commanded him. He didn't need to be arrogant, cruel, or threatening. With a soft word, he brought Peter to heel.

  He slid his hand down his stomach and slowly unzipped his fly, tugging his jeans down to mid-thigh. Peter then dipped his hands into his boxers and grasped his achingly hard dick and began to stroke it.

  "Tsk. I didn't say you could touch yourself." Chip came to the side of the bed to watch him, to bring his delicious body even closer to Peter.

  "Sorry, sir," Peter said, his cock hard and hot against this stomach.

  Chip slowly crawled up onto the bed and kneeled at Peter's head. He stroked his rough hand through his hair and grasped the base of his dick with his other hand. He gave himself a few quick pumps before rubbing the pre-cum, slick head of his cock over Peter's silky lips. Peter groaned in pleasure. He could taste the salty musk of his pre-cum and only could imagine how the rest of his hard cock tasted. He'd beg to suck it if he had to.

  "Please," he whined.

  "Please ... what?" Chip demanded, still teasing Peter by rubbing his cock all over his lips.

  "Please let me suck it."

  Chip gave him a crooked, sexy grin. "Open wide, then."

  His hand circled around to the back of his head and Chip drew him closer to his cock as Peter opened his mouth widely as instructed. Chip's hard, smooth rod slid between his lips and over his tongue. Eagerly, he closed his lips around him and began to suck. It was teasing at first, light suckles and little flicks of his tongue over the shaft. And though Chip had told him he couldn't touch himself yet, he had to. Peter curled his hand around his cock and started jerking off as he took Chip deep, deep into his mouth. So deep that the head of his cock hit the back of his throat.

  Chip moaned in pleasure, his eyes rolling back as he rolled his hips forward. He kept light pressure on the back of Peter's head, gently encouraging him to take more and more of his long, thick prick.

  "So good," Chip murmured, as his gaze devoured Peter's slim, toned body. His hand lowered and he cupped and gently squeezed his own balls as Peter's cheeks hollowed out to suck him even harder.

  Peter wanted more than this. So much more. He wanted to be filled with Chip's cock. He wanted to be taken on all fours. More than that? He wanted to make love to Chip, slowly, all night. He wanted to collapse into his arms, exhausted and spent.

  With a soft grunt, Chip withdrew from Peter's hot mouth, his cock slick with saliva, glistening in the soft light of the room. He lowered himself on top of Peter and kissed him deeply. His hand smoothed over his cheek. It was a warm, loving kiss, but it didn't lack passion. His tongue pushed between Peter's lips and flickered in his mouth. Chip's hand joined Peter's on his cock, and he gave him slow, smooth pumps.

  "I want you, Peter," he said against his mouth, his breath hot.

  "I want you too," Peter said, his voice breathy. "I want you so badly."

  Chip kissed down his jaw to his throat to his shoulder. He bit down gently. "Then get on your hands and knees for me. Give yourself to me."

  He moved off Peter. He did as he was told, eager to please Chip. On his hands and knees, he trembled in want and anticipation. He spread his legs, arched his back and offered Chip his entire body. He wanted that thick, fat cock inside his tight ass. He wanted to feel himself stretched and filled.

  His rough, strong hand smoothed over Peter's ass, cupping the cheek and squeezing. Then he could feel Chip's breath on his cheeks as his hands pulled them apart. He felt the warm, wet muscle of Chip's tongue between his cheeks, swirling over the tight pucker of his ass. It felt amazing, so good that he gasped and arched his back further. His hands fisted in the sheets and he moaned hotly.

  Chip's long, thick tongue flicked over him, dipped down to swipe over his balls. Then his tongue pushed gently into his ass, wiggling and writhing inside him. Peter reached up with one hand to grasp his cock, and he began to stroke himself as Chip tongue-fucked his ass. It was pure bliss. But he wanted more.

  "Fuck me," he moaned. "Please ... Chip. Please. Just fuck me." It was amazing how needy Chip could make him. How he could get him to beg like this. He thought he'd go crazy if he didn't have him inside him right now.

  Seeming only too happy to oblige, Chip placed his strong hands on Peter's slim hips. With his cock all wet with saliva and Peter's rim spit-slicked, he slid easily into his tight ass. He thrust against the tight ring of muscle until it popped through. The hot, velvet warmth of Peter's ass suckled him in, and he tugged on his cock as though it were a hungry, slutty mouth.

  Chip sank into Peter's ass and balls deep. He held himself there as Peter stroked his cock, arching and moaning and writhing on his fat tool. Peter bucked his hips back, unable to bear any of the teasing any longer.

  "Please!" he cried.

  Chip's fingers curled more tightly against his hips. "Since you asked so nicely..."

  He fucked him then, his strokes smooth and sure. His big, heavy balls slapped up against Peter's ass as he drove himself deep, in and out, in a sawing motion. His thick, curved cock hit all the right places inside him, and Peter could feel his release building. It tingled low in his belly, coiling like a spring ready to snap. He could feel it at the base of his spine, tingling and warm.

  Faster, Peter stroked his cock in time with the heavy, hard thrusts i
nside his ass. He was stretched around Chip's cock, and it felt so perfect.

  "I'm going to cum," he crooned at Chip. "Don't stop."

  "Never," Chip said roughly, increasing his speed.

  Peter could feel Chip's cock throb and twitch inside him, growing even harder still. He knew his lover was close to his climax too. Peter groaned and moved back against the thrusting dick in his ass, wildly bucking. He wanted Chip to cum too. Cum with him.

  With a loud, wild cry, Peter came, spilling his seed all over his hand, onto the bed, and up his stomach and chest. His ass got so tight around that cock and Chip cried out too. Peter could feel his warm cum fill up his ass, spurt after hot spurt of the pearly white cream. It made him cum again, even harder than he had the first time. He'd never done that before, not that he was complaining. More of his thick cream spurted from his cock, coating his fingers and stomach. He cried out, cried Chip's name. The name of the only man who had ever captured his heart.

  As soon as Chip gently withdrew, Peter collapsed onto the bed. Soon, Chip joined him, breathing heavily, his hot body shining with sweat. He drew Peter close and kissed him hard, possessively. They held each other, kissing and groping, exploring each other's bodies.

  It was incredible; it was amazing. It was beyond anything that Peter had ever experienced, and more importantly, it was worth the wait. Peter couldn’t help but wonder if with everything else gelling so well between him and Chip, if they were sexually compatible, and now he had no more doubt. He’d never have any doubt ever again. Making love to Chip was the best sex he'd ever had. He knew now for sure that he never wanted another man to touch him. Chip was his heart, his soul mate. They were perfect for each other in every way.

  He watched the sweat glistening off of Chip’s light hairy chest as he breathed. It was so nice to lie next to a real man who used his power to protect, to serve, to love and to be loved rather than one who overshadowed and beat and manipulated his way around things. Tony was a monster, Peter knew this. Chip was his angel.

  Such a contrast to Tony. Peter placed his head on top of Chip’s chest as Chip pulled him closer, brushing his sweaty hair with his fingers. His head bobbed up and down as Chip’s heavy breath slowed to a slumber. It was such a comfort. After months of this, he finally felt safe. He felt good, secure.

  Chip gave him a kiss on the top of his head, “I love you, Peter.” His voice sounded sleepy and drained.

  Peter heard the words slip through his mouth in a whisper, “I love you too.” It was scary to tell someone you loved him. He could break your heart and reject you, and for a brief moment, that was his fear. He was vulnerable with Chip in a way he'd never been vulnerable with anyone else before. Tony's arrogance and cruelty had hurt him, but losing Chip would destroy him. He knew the difference.

  “I want to have a family with you,” Chip continued.

  “We have a family,” Peter smiled.

  “But I mean more kids. A lot more kids. At least 2 more.”

  “I don’t know. I might lose my figure,” Peter joked.

  Chip rolled on top of Peter with that smile of his, “Let’s find out ….”

  Again? Peter thought. Did he really want to go again? How was he going to keep up with Chip’s stamina? Peter smiled at the thought, his cock hardening with anticipation.

  ***

  The next few weeks things were going so well between them, that Peter was almost worried something was wrong. He’d never been in an emotionally stable relationship with someone who was kind, considerate, thoughtful, and sexy. Chip was more than just a dream guy: he was better than he ever imagined it could be, and Peter loved playing daddy all day to Johnny. Helping him get ready for school, teaching him the alphabet, Peter cooking, and Chip washing the dishes or vice-versa: it was beyond his wildest dreams. It was, well, perfect.

  He not only had his dream, he was living it. Sometimes, he had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't asleep. All of this was so beautiful, so wonderful. He was so in love and he couldn't imagine being happier.

  Until that day …

  Peter was waiting for the very last student to fall asleep, when his phone buzzed. Fortunately, he'd switched it from ringer to buzzer, but he didn’t have time to answer it or see who it was that was calling, so he just pressed DENY. But then the phone rang again and again. He couldn't help but feel immediately anxious, immediately nervous. What if it was Tony? Tony was like a horrible, terrifying ghost that haunted his perfect relationship with Chip.

  Who was it that was calling him anyway? he wondered, scrunching his eyebrows as he looked at his ID. It was Victoria. He hadn’t gotten a chance to thank her for introducing him to Chip and he’d meant to do so. He sighed with relief and smiled as he answered the phone.

  “Hey Victoria, how are you? The kids are ...”

  “You disgusting pig,” she said with vile in her tone.

  “Excuse me?” Peter said, plugging one ear and walking to a spot where the kids couldn’t hear him talk. He frowned, utterly taken off guard and startled by her cruel words.

  “How could you call yourself a teacher? How could you bring that filth into the school?”

  “Victoria, what are you talking about? You sound upset, but I don’t ...”

  She kept cutting him off, clearly not interested in anything he had to say. “Upset? Oh, no. This is not upset. This is livid. If I had a gun ...”

  “Woah-woah-woah. What are you talking about?” It more than startled him now. He could feel the blood drain from his face and his ears rang. What was she going on about? Why was she threatening him?

  That’s when a knock came on the door, and as he looked up, he saw the scowl on his principal's face. Something was wrong: something was definitely wrong. The principal had never really been that fond of him, but he had never looked at him like that before.

  Peter found himself hanging up on her as his phone slid down into his pocket. “What’s wrong?” he asked the principal, as he walked closer to him.

  “Come with me,” he answered sternly, as the school’s receptionist sheepishly entered behind him, “Mrs. Woods will watch the kids.” He gestured behind himself to the receptionist who couldn't even meet Peter's gaze.

  “What’s this all about?” Peter asked, folding his arms over his chest.

  “I was going to ask you the same thing,” the principal said, leading him out of the classroom.

  “The kids are sleeping. She has to ...” Peter started to say, looking back at them, hoping they’d be alright.

  The principal interrupted him. “You don’t have to worry about them … anymore,” he said.

  “What do you mean, anymore?” Peter asked. He didn’t like the sound of that. It sounded so ominous. What was happening?

  “This,” the principal said shoving a paper in his chest. Peter was almost afraid to look at it, but he knew he should.

  And what he saw almost made his heart stop.

  It was a screenshot of his ad on the gay dating site for erotic massages with the words scribbled, “Your kindergarten teacher a prostitute?” The words glared up at Peter, filling him with shame and guilt.

  Peter’s throat went dry. “Principal Close. This … This … I don’t know what to say. These are accusations. There’s no proof of this, not at all.” He had to deny it. He had to. Deny every word. He couldn't bear losing his dream job. Not after all he'd been through; after all he'd done for the kids. All the suffering he'd had to endure, including the death of his roommate.

  “No?” the principal said, his eyebrow raising. “Come with me.”

  Peter had no choice but to follow.

  CHAPTER 8

  Peter couldn’t believe his eyes as he watched the hidden video of him giving a nude massage. The client’s face was blocked out but Peter's face was as clear as day. Who did this? The closer Peter got to the screen, the more he recognized where it was taking place: Tony’s hotel room.

  That fucker.

  He should have known. He let himself live in a
dream world where he forgot how Tony was. How he could never just let things be. He was too much of a control freak. Too much of an asshole. Peter should have seen this coming.

  “Sir,” Peter said, clearing his throat, not sure exactly what to say. His mouth and throat dried up and he couldn't swallow. His heart pounded and he felt sick. Ashamed of himself. And so furious that he could feel his blood pressure rise. How could Tony do this? What else would he do?

  “Is it or is it not you?” the principal said, putting his hands on his hips. He eyed Peter over as though he were absolutely disgusted with him.

  “Principal Close ...” Peter stuttered.

  “Is it or is it not?” Principal Close repeated, this time, even more sternly.

  Peter swallowed, bowing his head. “Yes, yes, it is.” What else could he say? He couldn't deny that it was him. There he was, plain as day, nude, giving the massage. His face was unmistakable.

  The principal paced back and forth after letting out a giant, long sigh. The office felt small, as if the walls were closing in on him. He felt dizzy, too hot. He tried to frantically think of what he could say. Something, anything, to get the principal to understand so that he could keep his job.

  “It was …. supposed to be just a short thing. Just until I got on my feet financially.” It sounded like a lame excuse, even though it was true. It made him feel so guilty, so ashamed. His face burned in embarrassment.

  “A short thing?” the principal repeated, sarcastically. The other man scoffed, shaking his head.

  “With the budget being cut and all my bills piling up ...” Peter tried to explain. He knew if he could just say the right thing, everything would be all right.

  “Are you really going to blame me for your choice of actions?” he said, with his hands on his hips again. He looked absolutely incredulous, angry. His face was turning red.

  “No, sir. No. I take 100% responsibility for this and I’ll fix it. I’m not … I’m not doing it anymore.” Peter held his hands up, pleading with him silently. Please, he thought. Please don't take what I love away from me.