Edd Interrupted
Chapter 7 - Summer After Sophomore Year IV
“Dear, sweet heaven, what are we watching?!”
Kevin chuckled around his mouthful of popcorn. The dork was hugging his
legs to his chest in the arm chair across the room, trembling as he
watched the movie from behind his knees. Maybe it was cruel to invite
himself over to Double D’s and pop in a horror film, but he couldn’t
help it. Every conniving man knew that a chick and a horror flick
usually meant getting to third base, at least. Strangely, Double D
wasn’t following the trend. It might have been because he only acted
like a chick sometimes and wasn’t actually one.
He didn’t squeal, didn’t hide behind his hands, and didn’t coo and
cringe against Kevin’s side. He didn’t bitch and moan like a girl would
have, and Kevin found he appreciated that.
“You scared?” he asked.
Double D shook his head. “No, because I know that logically, this could
never happen. But I am still stunned and bothered by the sight of
human innards, no matter how poorly portrayed.”
“Why do guts bother you? You read anatomy shit.”
“Because the idea of one’s intestines spilling into zero gravity and
being consumed by aliens is--”
“You wanna come sit over here, dork? I’ll protect you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Protect me from what? It’s a movie.”
“Just get over here.”
“As you wish.” With a long-suffering sigh, Double D hurried from his
single chair and perched himself beside Kevin stiffly. “I don’t suppose
you’re watching where your discarded popcorn kernels fall.”
He set the popcorn bowl onto the coffee table and reached over to yank
the dork closer. As though he couldn’t resist, but wanted to, Double D
hesitantly let his head rest against Kevin’s shoulder. Then, his skinny
arm draped over Kevin’s chest and he settled down to cuddle with a
contented sigh.
Suddenly, the gore was no longer important as it had gotten Kevin what
he wanted. He tipped his head slightly and kissed him, coaxing his
attention away from the movie. It didn’t take long before Double D was
kissing him back, one of his hands sliding into Kevin’s hair.
“You know the movie was just a pretense, right?” Kevin chuckled as he
nibbled along Double D’s smooth jaw. He didn’t even have a hint of
stubble. It helped the illusion of femininity along.
“A pretense to what?”
“Give me a break. Like you don’t know what I’m about to do.”
“What are you about to do?”
“Something fun.”
A few minutes later, Double D was naked and facing the TV with Kevin
still seated on the couch behind him. Kevin’s hands rested on his hips
as his mouth enjoyed the delicacy of the flawless, round globes of his
ass. He entertained himself there, leaving Double D nothing to do but
fidget awkwardly with his hands. Then, Kevin was easing him back to sit
on his lap.
The thick, hot length of Kevin’s lubed cock was pressed against his
entrance. As he sat, he took it in with a shuddering whimper.
“K-Kevin . . .” It was deeper from this angle. He was shifting on
Kevin’s lap, panting heavily. “It’s much . . . much . . . tighter this
way.”
“I know, dork. Just settle down and you’ll stretch.” He reached around
him to rub his nipples encouragingly. “Move when you feel like you
can.”
“Move? I shall be the one moving? I thought . . . as the dominant
partner, you would set the pace--”
Kevin gave a sharp thrust upwards and Double D cried out.
“I’ll be interested to see how much you enjoy yourself,” Kevin prompted
and poked the small of his back. “Go on.”
“Well, all right. But this is a rather lurid endeavor and I’m not
comfortable with it at all.”
With a bracing breath, Double D balanced his hands on his knees,
squatted forward a little, and raised his bum out of Kevin’s lap. He
could feel his cock sliding out of him until only the mushroomed head
remained. He sank back down and made an aroused cooing noise. That was
rather lovely. He rose and fell again before he seemed to find a
rhythm that pleased him. Gripping his knees, he began bouncing back
onto Kevin, lips parted, eyes on the TV, though they had glazed over and
lost focus.
Kevin grinned, pleased with the sight of Double D enjoying himself. He
rested his hands on the small of the boy’s back, loving the sight of his
cock appearing and reappearing.
“Oh, my, Kevin . . . Kevin . . .”
“Yeah, you like that, dork? Ride my cock like a little bitch.”
Double D was too enthralled to correct his language. In fact, he was
embarrassed to find that there was something erotic about being spoken
to in such a way.
“Keep going, Kevin,” he panted.
“Kinky bitch, huh? There’s my good girl. Do you like it when I talk
dirty to you?”
“Oh, yes. Oh, my . . . more, please.”
Kevin leaned forward to grip his hips tightly, helping him rise and
fall. Who knew the Double Dork had such a kinky side? “No one else can
do this for you. I’m the only one who can give you the cock you need.
Isn’t that right?”
“Kevin, Kevin, Kevin . . .”
“Mmmm, who’s my pretty little girl?”
“Me! I am! Oh, Kevin, fuck me like a girl, please!”
Something in him seemed to snap, because he gripped Double D’s hips with
crushing brutality and gave him three, frantic, violent thrusts before
filling his ass with cum. In return, his petite little lover arched his
back and grabbed hold of Kevin’s knees as he released with a howling
cry, head thrashing from side to side.
Kevin chuckled, massaging the muscles at the small of Double D’s back.
“Kinky little slut.”
“Such . . . such vulgarities . . .” he panted helplessly.
“Yeah, yeah. You know it’s more fun.”
“Yes, I think I enjoy this awkward combination of movies and
intercourse.”
“Sex, dork.”
“Sex. Yes.”
“Hanky panky, horizontal tango, the worm, the in-and-out boogie--”
“Dirty, filthy fucking.”
Kevin flinched, startled, and sat up to turn Double D’s chin so he could
see his face. “The hell did you learn to talk like that?”
Double D just covered his mouth with both hands and giggled.