Best friends but more than that – part 4

I frowned at that. I didn’t really believe in God anymore. I had a hard time believing that a loving and kind God would create gay people just to force them to suffer to prove that they can follow his teachings.

“I can handle the difficulties so long as I’m with Toby,” I replied. “So don’t worry about that. I’ll deal with it, and so will he. All I want is for you two to understand and accept it.”

“Dylan, I think you should leave,” dad said to Dylan. “We have things to discuss as a family, and I don’t think you being here is helping.”

Dylan took his napkin off his lap and put it on the table before pushing the chair back and starting to get up. “Sorry for intruding.”

“Don’t you dare apologize to them,” I growled and it made him stop in his tracks as he looked down at me in surprise. “Dylan is part of my family, and if you want to talk to me about this, then you have to accept that he’s here and part of it.”

“It’s kind of cruel to send his boyfriend away for a discussion about their own relationship,” my sister added with a sip of her wine. I gave her an appreciative smile.

“He’s not our family,” my dad grumbled. “I expect to be able to have a private discussion about this. Dylan can find somewhere else to go.”

“It’s okay, Luis,” Dylan whispered to me. “I’ll be fine.”

He left the dining room before I could say anything else, heading to get his bag from his room. I started shaking my head, my anger rising in my chest and feeling like it was going to make my chest explode.

“There’s nothing to discuss,” I exclaimed angrily as I got up. “You either accept that I’m bisexual and in a relationship with a man, or we have nothing to talk about.”

“Jackson,” my father started.

“Do you accept me or not?” I demanded, my hands on the table.

Both of my parents stared at me in shock and didn’t reply. I let out a huff and pushed away from the table and went down the hallway to my old room, grabbing my bag and heading to the front of the house.

I caught Dylan just starting to get into the car and I put my bag down rougher than I intended on the hood to get his attention. He stopped in shock and I motioned for him to open the trunk. He hesitated for a moment and then popped the trunk. I went around and threw my bag in before coming back to the passenger side and sliding in.

“I know a nice little hotel we can go to,” I told him as I shut the door. “Please let me come with you.”

“They’re your family, Luis,” he said quietly.

I nodded. “Right, I know, but until they can just accept it and not argue about it, then they can be my far away family. You and Jamie are my real family. So, hotel?”

Dylan looked emotional while he looked at me but then nodded his head, not saying anything. Most of the hotels would be booked, but there was a nice little Bed and Breakfast not far from my parents house that I directed him to. They had a nice room that was free and they happily let us check and helped us get our bags to our room. Then I DoorDashed some greasy food of fries, burgers, and mozzarella sticks to our room.

Dylan was only picking at his food, and I looked at him with a worried expression. “Are you okay?”

He nodded and put his food back into the bag before closing it and looking at me intently. “I know how hard that was for you. I’ve gone through it myself. I’m feeling such a range of emotions right now about it. I’m sad for you, I’m angry for you, but I’m also really grateful for how you stood up for us, and I feel warm and loved for it. Does that sound horrible?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No, it’s not too far from my own feelings. Sad, angry, but also happy I made a stand and like I’m so lucky to be in here with you.”

“Luis,” he said as he put his food to the side and turned his body to look at me. “I want you to make love to me. I want you inside me.”

“Are you sure? Here?” I asked him.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life,” he whispered and moved closer to me. He kissed along my neck, biting into my skin the way I love, making me moan. He knew how to push my buttons so well.

We helped each other get undressed until we were both naked and then we moved onto the bed, touching and caressing each other, kissing and nipping at every piece of skin we could find on each other. I pushed him onto his back and then moved over him so that my dick and balls were in his face while I pushed my own face into his balls, licking and sucking at them. His normal musk was a little stronger now, but I loved it. It was driving me wild.

I felt him licking along my cock, spending some time licking the slit on the tip before taking me in his mouth, moving up and down gently and slowly. I focused on his cock head, loving the moans it was eliciting. He was so sexy when he was moaning like this, especially when his mouth was around my throbbing cock.

We teased each other for a long while, making sure the other was going crazy with desire. I moved away from him gently so I could come down between his legs, pushing his legs up so that his beautiful hole was open to me. Dylan had tanned skin, naturally from his mother’s side of the family, so his hole was darker and so inviting. I dove down between his legs, letting them rest on my shoulders as I ran my tongue along his crack. His whole body trembled when my tongue lightly grazed his hole, and I loved it. I started licking him in earnest, pushing my tongue into his hole while he moaned, his hand in my hair.

He didn’t clutch at me like he normally did, letting me take the lead this time. It wasn’t the position he was usually in, but I loved the feeling of power I had over him right now, realizing this must be what he felt when he was the one giving orders and taking charge. It was an intoxicating feeling.

“Have you been stretching yourself for me?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he groaned as I pulled away from him.

“Show me,” I demanded, and he looked up at me, his beautiful golden eyes dark with lust.

He motioned to his bag and went over to pull out the lube and a toy he had with him. I loved that he had brought this to my parents’ house. It gave me a thrill to think about it, and my cock twitched in anticipation. I brought them over and lubed up the toy before handing it to him. It was a medium sized vibrator, long and thin, perfect for anal stimulation.

I thought Dylan would be a little hesitant to do this for me, but he seemed to be more eager than I had expected. He pushed the toy into himself, slowly working it in and out, getting a little more in each time. Once he had gotten it as inside as he could, he started to work it in and out, working to get himself open to take my cock. I reached over and turned the vibration on, and he let out a cry of surprise and pleasure.

“May I?” I asked, and he nodded his head.

I took the vibrator in my hand and worked it in and out, watching his hole stretch as I twisted it from side to side as I did so. He was moaning now in earnest, enjoying what I was doing to him. His body would jolt and he would cry out every time I hit his prostate. I bent down to take him in my mouth again as I worked it in and out of his ass. Eventually I turned the toy off and replaced it with my fingers, starting with one and ending with three inside him, spreading my fingers as he moaned excitedly.

“Please, Luis,” he cried. “I want your dick so bad. I don’t want to cum without you inside me. Please, baby.”

How could I refuse the man when he was begging for me so nicely? I pulled my fingers out of him, enjoying the way he whined at the sudden emptiness, and lubed up my cock. I was so hard and ready for him that it was almost painful. He held his legs up for me and I rubbed my slick cock against his crack.

He felt so hot to the touch, and I gasped as my cock head made it into him. I was going to give him time to adjust, but he asked me to put more in, so I slowly started to push in, taking it inch by inch, until all eight inches of me were inside him. I felt my balls nestled against his perfect ass.

I moved forward so my hands were on either side of him. I kissed him passionately, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He started to move against me, making it clear he was ready. I let himself do the moving at first, enjoying the way he was fucking himself on my dick. His head fell back as he moaned and I watched him go through a few different faces of pure pleasure.

“Faster,” he whispered. “Please. Pound me.”

“As you wish,” I whispered back to him, and he smiled at my reference. I started moving faster, holding onto his legs for support and to keep him opened up.

I got further up on my knees and grabbed his legs, pulling him closer and really started pounding into him as he cried out. I could feel myself getting deep into him, and his reaction showed me I was hitting the right spot now. He was trying to keep himself quiet, but his soft cries were so sexy.

“Cum for me, Dylan,” I said in a husky voice. “I want to hear you scream for me.”

“Oh god, yes, Luis,” he breathed out, shuddering from pleasure. “I’m so close, keep going.”

I kept up my pace, a sheen of sweat on both of our bodies now. I ran my hand along his chest, tweaking his nipple and then the other. He grabbed his own cock and started stroking it in time with my thrusts. I watched as his abdomen and balls tightened up and he cried out, shooting off stream after stream of cum between us, landing on his neck and chest.

His ass clamping down around me was what drove me over the edge. I fell forward grunting out as my orgasm overtook me, pumping my cum straight into his bowels.

“Oh fuck yes, Luis,” he cried out.

Finally, I collapsed on top of him, and we moved to the side so we could lay side by side, my cock slipping from his ass. I leaned over to start cleaning him up with my tongue. I loved the taste of him. He was salty and sweet, and I felt like I could survive on just his cum forever.

“I love you so much,” Dylan said to me as I came back up to kiss him.

“I love you too,” I replied, pulling him into me. “Give me a moment, and then I want to ravage you again.”

He grinned at me. “Please do.”

Despite how upset and angry I was at my family, tonight was turning out perfect for us. I would deal with my family tomorrow, with Dylan by my side. If they couldn’t accept me, then we would go home and I’d let myself find my own chosen family with Dylan. If they did, though, then we could talk respectfully about how this was a shock but that they loved me anyway.

Tomorrow I will decide whether I will keep speaking to my family or not.