Love's Neglect

by Flynn Eire

  I decided against shaving my ass and instead doing a better job cleaning up my groin in case he really spent any time down there. Then I finished my shower, styled my hair so it was perfectly groomed, and splashed on some cologne. But I put on too much and hated the way my hair looked.

  So I took another shower to undo it all.

  Next attempt, I used a bit of body spray and put some gel in my hair so it had that wet, just out of the shower, messed up look. I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. That was better.

  Then I rushed back to my room and grabbed the butt plugs I’d purchased a while ago but never had dared to play with from my bottom dresser drawer. It took forever for me to stretch myself out to take the largest one—mostly because I had to keep stopping so I didn’t blow from being all wound up.

  Lastly I decided what to wear? I was just going to his room so I didn’t want to seem too dressed up, but I couldn’t show up in sleep pants either like it was a booty call. I ended up going with cargo shorts—nothing under them—and a cotton, short sleeve white button up that I only closed halfway.

  By the time I was finally ready, it was just before eight and dinner was almost over. I was too nervous to eat anyways. I hurried over to Roarke’s room, remembering he moved into Dean’s old number on the second floor of the warrior dorm. The post-trans got to move in there as well, but we had the first floor with the smaller rooms and the tiny beds until we graduated and deserved something more.

  I took a deep breath and knocked on the door, my knuckles barely hitting the wood right at eight before the door was opened and I was yanked inside. Unfortunately I gave a soft yelp, not having expected him to have been waiting for me, and was totally thrown off by him and my reaction.

  “Good, you were on time,” he praised as he closed the door and locked it. He turned around and leaned against it, crossing his arms over his naked chest as he stared at me. “Nice outfit. Take it off.”

  “Wow, okay, so no talking or anything first,” I muttered, my hands moving to the buttons. I fumbled with them and then ended up sliding the shirt off over my head because apparently I’d turned into all thumbs. “Roarke, there’s something I need to—”

  “I know what you need, Wally,” he chuckled, suddenly there and undoing my shorts. He pushed them off my hips, caressing my ass. “I’ll take care of you too. It’s not going to be all about me just because you’re making up for my missing out on sex tonight. I think it’s sweet you had my back.”

  I nodded. “I do.” He walked me back closer to the bed and turned me around. “It’s not that. It’s that I’m—”

  “Going to obey,” he growled, nipping at my neck. “Fuck, you’re sexy. Bend over. I want to check your other hole and see if it’s tight.” I did, loving the way his hands felt on me. My hands fisted on his comforter as I tried to figure out how to tell him I was a virgin. He should know that, right? Roarke hissed and I glanced over my shoulder, my earlier thoughts forgotten.

  He flicked the end of the plug, and I moaned, pushing my ass up. “Oh god. Oh god that feels good.”

  “Wally, have you never played with toys with a partner?” he asked as he twirled it around inside me. I shook my head, unable to speak. “Oh, you are going to be a treat then. I like that you came not only prepared for me, like I said, but with a butt plug in. This is sexy. Do you want to come, babe? Take the edge off before I fuck you?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered as he started tapping the toy so it hit different nerves inside me. “Roarke, yes, please. I didn’t come like you said. I stayed hard this whole time. If I was going to blow getting the plug in, I stopped and waited. Please.”

  He chuckled deeply as he rubbed my ass. “So obedient. That makes me very happy, Wally.” He pumped the plug in and out of my ass, and I blew within minutes, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood to keep from obnoxiously screaming.

  When I was done, I realized I was on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed somehow and Roarke was pushing in me. How had I missed the plug coming out too? That had really been one hell of an orgasm.

  Guess I missed my window to warn him. Oh well.

  Roarke groaned as he worked his cock further into me. “Yeah, babe, you have nice tight holes.” He paused about halfway in when I tensed up. He was much longer and fatter than the plug and the burning was a bit much. It seemed Roarke knew what to do to get me to relax again and grabbed my cock, stroking me gently. I immediately melted, and he thrust in deeper.

  “Fuck,” I hissed, arching my back.

  “Are we ever,” he grunted. His hips finally touched my ass, and he leaned over me, kissing my neck. “Yeah, this is better than getting to bottom for a ménage. Your tight, firm ass is a much better night than being with Nate and Matteo.”

  My heart soared. Never in a million years would I have thought I could please a stud like Roarke more than two men.

  Roarke was done waiting for me to adjust to him then and started moving, wrapping an arm around my chest for leverage. I pushed back when he came forward, wanting as much of him as I could possibly get. When he picked up the pace, I about died it felt so good. I moaned like a slut which I think made him happy because he went even faster, harder, as if it spurred him on.

  He pounded into me for what felt like forever, bringing me off before finishing deep inside me. This time I didn’t think to keep quiet, crying out his name as I came. When it was over, he gently pulled out of me, and I fell to the bed in a heap, gasping for air as I rolled onto my back.

  Wow. So that was sex.

  Awesome.

  “Who knew the quiet post-trans was such an animal in bed,” he chuckled, eyeing me over. “We’ll have to do this again.”

  “Yeah?” I hedged as I looked my fill over his naked body.

  “Oh yeah. Your ass is wonderful.” Roarke glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “But it’s getting late.”

  My heart fell into my stomach. He wanted me to go already and not stay.

  I didn’t want to go yet. I wracked my brain as to what to say or do and realized the best way to handle this was to play to his competitive side. “That’s it?”

  “What do you mean?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

  “I mean, you’re tired and ready for bed after one round?” I teased, spreading my legs and bringing one knee up so he’d see my hole. “I thought you’d have more in you than that.”

  His eyes filled with that heat again as he focused on my body, zeroing in on my groin and ass. “I really like it when you’re playful. And no, I’m not tired. I thought you were done.”

  “I’m fine,” I lied, ignoring the fact my ass was kind of tender. “I mean, we can take a break if you need it.”

  In a flash, he was between my thighs, lifting my leg to enter me again. “I’ll show you tired.”

  In a rare, sudden burst of boldness I didn’t know I had in me, I moved my hand to block his dick from getting what he wanted. His eyes snapped up to mine and I smiled. “Kiss me first.”

  He smirked at me. “Demanding too. I like it.” I braced myself for him to finally kiss me on the mouth, but instead he moved faster than I could follow, brushed my hand aside, and pushed into me. I gasped, arching to take him. Roarke moved one of my legs around his hips and bent the other next to my body as he leaned down over me. “But I’m in charge here.” Then he mashed his mouth to mine.

  I moaned, throwing my arms around his neck as I kissed him back, lifting my hips in time with his deep thrusts. Roarke kissed like he fucked, hard and intense. I felt like he could consume me just from his mouth. I moved my hands to his back and dug my short nails into his flesh as I moved my hips faster, wanting more.

  “Fuck, you like to kiss,” he hissed, pounding into me. “I’ll remember that, babe. Really sets you off, huh?”

  “Yeah,” I admitted, because it did. I hadn’t known that, but it did. Kissing him was like touching a bad electrical socket. “God, fuck me, Roarke. Harder.”

  “Demanding again,” he grunted, givi
ng me what I wanted. I cried out as I came. He didn’t slow down, going even faster as he kissed me again. It drove me insane. I wrapped both legs around him, and the room was filled with the sounds of our skin slapping as I used my leg muscles to meet his body harder and harder. “Fuck, Wally. I’ll always kiss you for this kind of response.”

  He got me off once more before he blew deep in me, my body spasming around him as I felt every curve and ridge of his cock in my ass as he came. When we were done, he buried his face in my neck, both of us gasping for air this time, sweaty and wrapped around each other.

  It was way better than the first time, and I hadn’t even known that possible.

  “I want more,” I admitted before he could hint I should go. “I just need to get my body to stop being numb and then I want more.”

  “Apparently I’ve been missing out by not screwing post-trans,” he chuckled, kissing under my ear. “Yeah, I want more too.” Then he kissed up my chin and found my lips. We made out as our heart rates returned to normal, his cock still buried in my ass. “Your screaming is so hot. You’re going to do more of it just for me.”

  “Of course,” I moaned as his dick refilled in my ass. Wow, he really liked it when I did as he wanted. It was like his bread and butter. Good for me he didn’t ask for anything I wasn’t willing to give. Honestly, I think that was the game.

  Roarke moved us over by the window, the blinds open, and he fucked me as we looked out at the moon. It was strangely romantic, even if the angle was a little odd and my foot kept almost falling off the desk chair. I left one hand on the window as I reached up and circled his neck with the other one, his hands tightening on my hips as he maintained a slow rhythm, but hard and deep as if this was something more than fucking.

  I hoped it was to him because it sure as hell was to me.

  When we were done that time—we were done. I barely remember collapsing on the bed with him and then there was no way I was leaving unless he was carrying me back to my room… And I didn’t think he was in any condition to manage that one either.

  4

  I woke first, taking a minute to glance around and figure out where I was. All the rooms looked pretty much alike, especially since Roarke hadn’t unpacked and his place was sparse of stuff like mine. What did clue me in was the very large man wrapped around me, his face buried in my hair. I wanted to snuggle back against him and enjoy this feeling a bit longer. God it felt good to be in his arms, waking with him like I mattered.

  But he had wanted to kick me out last night, which meant he might not be happy I was still there and we’d been spooning all night. It only took me a second and his hard cock poking my ass to realize the way to make him see that sleepovers were a great idea.

  I carefully slid out from under his arm, smiling when he rolled onto his back on his own, still out for the count. That would actually help me. Then I quickly slicked up my hole, already healed from all the sex I’d had after being a virgin. I did my best to quietly stretch myself, but making it fast. Then I climbed back in bed, straddling his hips—smiling that I’d worn him out enough that he could apparently sleep through anything—and lowered myself onto his cock.

  His eyes flew open when I wasn’t even halfway down, and he growled. “Fuck!”

  “I thought it was a good idea,” I purred, moving my hands to his chest and tilting my head. “You were hard and poking at my ass as if you were asking for sex. I didn’t have your fat cock in me and nothing says a great way to start the day like hot sex.”

  “Demanding again.” An evil smile crossed his lips, and he grabbed my hips and pulled me onto him all the way. I cried out and dug my nails into his chest. Then he leaned up and moved his hand behind my neck, guiding me down to him. “I never thought there were perks to sleeping over, but if I get morning sex too, then I was wrong.”

  He kissed me as he guided my hips. It was thrilling to be on top and I loved the angle. He swallowed my moans but I wasn’t experienced enough to give us what we both needed so he rolled us over and took charge. I was more than willing to let him lead. I pulled my knees up and to my sides, spreading myself out wide for him, and he seemed to like that, pounding into me.

  I finished first, and he followed me right over, slamming into me hard each time his cock spurt more cum deep in me. It was perfect. We stared at each other for a while after, both of us panting and smiling.

  Then we burst out laughing for some strange reason.

  “So morning sex is good, yeah?” I checked, needing to make sure I’d done the right thing to get another overnight stay.

  “With you it is,” he praised, kissing me softly. “And you’re coming back tonight.”

  “I am?” I teased as I wrapped my legs around him.

  “You are,” he growled. His lips kissed up my neck and he focused on that spot under my ear that he’d already figured out turned me to mush.

  “Uh-huh, I totally am.”

  “Good. Now as much as I would love another round or six, I start my first day of my new job so I gotta get cleaned up.”

  I glanced over at the clock and swore. “Yeah, I’ve got training soon too.” I kissed him quickly and moaned when he pulled out of me. Then we jumped out of bed, and I threw on my shorts. “After dinner?”

  “See you then, babe.” He shot me a wink before opening his closet door and pulling out what he needed for the day. I slipped out of his room, goofy smile on my face and hurried off to my room and got ready.

  I grabbed a couple of breakfast burritos and coffee to go, yanking on a light sweater as I ducked out of the cafeteria. Fall was coming fast, and in Wyoming, it was inevitable we’d all start freezing our balls off soon. It meant something else horrible for the pre-trans.

  They just didn’t know it yet. I loved being a post-trans today.

  “Thanks for joining us, Wally,” Dimitri drawled as he raised an eyebrow.

  “Sorry about that,” I muttered, balancing my coffee as I opened my burrito. “It won’t happen again. I must have shut off my alarm in my sleep.”

  “Dude, you’ve never been late, like ever,” he chuckled. “Showing up within a minute of when we were going to leave won’t have me beat you.” Then he stared out at the pre-trans already gathered. “All right. Today we’re taking off from the normal running of courses and grueling training I torture you with.”

  The pre-trans started whispering excitedly as I had when I hadn’t know what was coming. Fools.

  “As you know, Wyoming gets cold,” Dimitri continued. “And by cold we mean fucking freezing. As I’m sure you’ve seen, there are huge fireplaces all around the dorms and the furnaces are old, from before most of us were born. We have electricity out here from the human government because that’s not a big deal and not something they come to inspect ever. Gas is. That’s why we use propane. Buying lots of propane draws attention.”

  “I don’t get it,” one of the pre-trans whispered to another.

  “He’s saying we heat all the buildings in winter by burning wood,” Matteo chuckled, an evil smirk on his lips. “Gobs and mountains of wood. And now is the time to get it so it’s dried out for winter and you don’t want to have to cut it down in winter because you could lose toes or more importantly your balls in that kind of weather. So welcome to hell—also known as chopping month, sometimes longer.”

  “You want us to become lumberjacks?” another pre-trans asked in horror.

  “Yup.” Dimitri nodded. “We have a deal with the forest preserves around here that we get the wood for free if we clear out any fallen trees so they aren’t a fire hazard during hot, dry summer mountain brushfire times. So we go out in teams, cut off anything fallen, you guys secure it, and drag it down to the trucks to be cut up and trucked back.”

  “And all we have to do this time is work the wood chippers and drive the trucks,” Zibon practically squealed, doing a little twirl. Dragging the fallen trees down rough terrain, dodging other trees that were standing and trying not to fall ourselves was a miserable
job. I’d rather cut off all the limbs, lift them up on the trucks, play with the wood chipper, and haul everything back and forth for months instead.

  “Think of it this way,” Matteo offered, smiling widely. “You’re working to stay warm at night because we’ll fill up the basement wood stores of the kitchen, main building, and the warrior dorms, before your guys’ dorm. So you’ll want to make sure there’s enough wood or you’d better learn to sew extra blankets for yourselves real fast.”

  I remember that being rather motivating when I had been a pre-trans. Sure enough, their eyes went wide and they immediately hurried over to the trucks Dimitri had pulled up.

  I rode out with Zibon, glad when he offered to drive so I could finish eating. It was only about twenty minutes away, so I was long done by the time we got there. Then it was unloading all the gear and helping the pre-trans get strapped into harnesses, showing them how to use the equipment, and giving them the basic safety lectures while Dimitri and Matteo got the rest ready for us.

  There was a commotion behind me, and I turned around to see Lance and Nate bickering over who would get to play with the biggest chainsaw.

  “Neither of you,” Dimitri drawled, shaking his head and plucking it off the truck. “That comes up with us for cutting the fallen trees. They’re normally not completely severed. You guys take the other ones for the limbs and tops.”

  Matteo gave us a quick tutorial on the wood chipper before heading after Dimitri who was already leading the pre-trans up the first slope. It wasn’t even ten minutes until the first pair of pre-trans came huffing out of the tree line with a gigantic oak trailing behind them. When they got to the truck, Zibon and I helped them detach, reminded them to rehydrate, gathered their lines, and sent them right back up.

  Nate and Lance had already made fast work of cutting the biggest limbs off, so Zibon, Verge, Mark, Bowie, and I lifted the trunk and loaded it onto the truck. Then we helped cut off the tops of the bigger limbs, and tossed those, along with the smaller ones into the wood chipper. The smaller ones weren’t worth even trying to cut up for fires, but the big ones were.