For the Fans

by Nyla K.

But the thing is, that while I’m in my weightless nosedive, I’m not afraid. The thrill of descent takes over, hypnotic reverie bringing me not to death… but to life

I’m kind of a weirdo, and I don’t want to have to change myself just to make friends. I’m a strong believer in it’ll happen if and when it happens. If there are people out there who also love art and emo music from before their time, who fan over cryptids and true crime and Tarantino, then we’ll eventually find each other and become friends. Why force it?

Ah, the introvert’s paradox. Waiting for other nerds to come to you.

It’s the image. The portrayal. Everything needs to look perfect on the outside… no matter how decayed and rotten it is beneath the surface.

I puff my chest a bit. I could take him.

I witness him swallow before he grips onto the edge of the countertop. “I don’t owe him anything.”

where Guty has managed to break away, and is sprinting his

Maybe he’d be flattered by the comments the same way I am…

“That’s a great idea in theory, bro, but there’s a hole in your genius plan.” My head tilts. “I’m not fucking gay. I have no desire to hook up with dudes, especially not my dumbass stepbrother.”

way he’d ever tell anyone… And then there’s the tension. The hate that flows between us like a magnetic force. Apparently, it’s the key ingredient, and I just don’t think I’ll find that with anyone else.

Someone’s really invested in proving how straight he is right now.

“I’m gonna… come,” he croaks, hauling me closer by my shirt until I’m hovering over him, our hands bumping together in the furious chase. The swollen tips of our cocks brush and a shuddering cry brings hoarse words from his lips. “Fuck… Fuck you, Avi… fuck you, I’m gonna fucking come for you.”

“He’s my stepbrother, you know…” I tell her, and she blinks at me, unenthused.

Because that’s the thing about distraction… if the truth is powerful enough, it’ll always manage to shove a hand up through the dirt.

So here I am, wedged snugly between a rock and a gay place.

He’s a bizarre character… A nerd who’s not good at school. An emo kid who smiles all the time. An artist with more muscle than some of the dudes on my team.

Naked stepbrothers… in a bed that’s barely big enough for the two of us. How is this my life right now??

I think he’s aiming to suck my orgasm out like a milkshake through a thin straw… which is exactly what’s about to happen.

He smashes his hips against my face, feeding his big cock into my throat while I struggle to breathe. Then he releases my dick, all wet and swollen as he whimpers, “Kyran… I’m gonna come. Fuck yess, I’m gonna… come.” Even if I wanted to, there’s no moving away. I’m trapped beneath him. But the sickest part is that as soon as the words leave his lips, I’m waiting for it. Like it’s my reward for doing well… I want it.

Growing up without a father isn’t easy. But like most things, we adapt to it, and we move on. Human beings are built to persevere. We have the fascinating ability to come to terms with the drastic changes of life. We modify, alter, and adjust… We live, because that’s what we’re made to do. To keep going on until the wayward forces of the universe stop us in one way or another. Ultimately, that’s what life is. Living until you die.

“As long as someone’s hot, I’ll be a THOT!”

God-fucking-damn, why does his dick feel so good??

“I’m not gonna fuck you for money, Avi,” he growls. My gaze narrows at him. “Who says you’d be fucking me?”

“Well, then…” His eyes spring back up to mine, and I didn’t think it was possible, but my cheeks flush ever harder. “Looks like we found our bottom.”

“Fuck, Avi…” he rasps through quivering lips. “Fffuuck, you have no idea… how this… feels.” “So you’re glad I’m fucking you, then?”

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I drop my mouth to his, kissing him and swallowing up his sounds. “The way your greedy little ass swallows my dick is… fucking euphoric.”

Didn’t need the step bro and forced enemies reference

“Yes. I’m gonna pour every pulse of my orgasm inside you, Ky.”

That’s awakes ?

“I’m not bi, I’m broke. And the sooner you get that through your head, the better off we’ll all be.”

Finally, he breathes out a long exhale and bites his lip. Inching over hesitantly, he kisses me on the jaw and mumbles, “I’ll text you.”

This thing was already complicated as fuck before. But now, with these stupid butterflies bounding around in my gut, it’s just turned into the biggest mess of my life. He bottomed… But I feel like I’m the one who’s fucked.

The only reason I even know this is me in this video is because, unfortunately, I can still feel him tearing into me; stretching my body to fit him like a glove, his pelvis grinding on my balls, sinking so deep inside, I swear I could feel him touching my tonsils.

Sure looks like you’re my baby.

Avi: Please, baby? I’ve been thinking about your ass all day... I’m fucking dripping for it

Because no matter how much he hates me, he still likes what we do in secret. I know he does.

No matter how hard he tries to push me away, he can’t stop showing up like this. And no matter how hard I fight it, I can’t escape the truth… I don’t want him to.

“You’re dripping for me, baby,” I hum, trailing my tongue along the crack of his ass until he shudders. There are beads of precum spilling from the head of his cock, and it’s just too mouthwatering to ignore.

I just want to show him how good it is when we do this.

“Tell me…” His voice trails off, and he gulps. I peer down at him, and his cheeks are all manners of flushed. “Tell you what?” He swallows visibly again, whispering, “Tell me you think I’m beautiful.”

Wasting no time, because seriously, I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now, I lower my lips between his ass and feather my tongue over his hole.

“Do you know…” I rasp, yanking his hips up until he’s on his knees, “how much I’ve been dying to fill you with my cock again?”

This version of Kyran Harbor finds solace in letting go of his control… Just a tiny bit. Just enough to distract him from reality, and the cavernous abyss of darkness inside.

He’s not even Kyran Harbor at all… He’s Not_Your_Baby.

“So, I can slide my cock in and out of your ass, but hand-holding is too intimate for you, Kyran?”

It’s fucking incredible. More than incredible… I think I’m dead.

“Do you have neighbors on the other side of that wall??” He grins lazily, nodding behind us while his fingers trace the lines of my chest. “They might think we’re killing each other in here…” “If that’s murder, then call me Jeffrey Dahmer, gorgeous.”

“So are you,” he growls while I shove him back. “You’re pretty much my sperm bank at this point.” I gasp, grabbing his arm while he play-fights me off. “You’re one to talk! That sweet ass has been ripping shots of my cum like tequila on Cinco de Mayo.”

I’m in love with an angel.

My angel saved me. He rescued me from hiding. He held me when I needed him, and he loved me when I didn’t. He’s selfless, real… just a brilliant, beautiful fucking weirdo. I’m in love with an angel… And his name is Avi.

I’m a mascot; someone who supports and rallies for others. I’m an artist and an entertainer. I’m a lover, a friend, but most of all, I’m in love with the man who made all of that so painfully apparent to me.