The Outsiders: Tally

Round Two

Dallas and Tim go for another round in the shower.

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Dallas lied down fully once Tim let him go. He was out of breath and "exhausted" was an understatement when describing how his body felt. The scar-faced boy was much rougher than usual, not that Dallas minded. In fact, he encouraged him to. He didn't know the consequences then.

"Fuck," he said under his breath, rubbing his neck slightly. His fingers grazed over the bite marks grimly. They would definitely last for a couple of days.

Dallas felt the bed shift as Tim lied down next to him. He looked over at his boyfriend and smirked. Tim looked just as tired as he was, his arm covering his face as he tried to catch his breath.

"You alright?" Dallas chuckled softly, adjusting himself.

"I'm great," Tim said breathlessly, "That was great."

"You can say that again," Dallas said, biting back his smile, "I'm gettin' all hot just thinkin' about it."

Tim laughed, causing the blond to laugh a little as well. Tim slowly sat up, rolling his neck.

"I'm gonna go shower," he said, "I'm assuming you wanna lay here?"

"For now," Dallas mumbled into a pillow next to him, "My ass hurts too much to move right now."

"Alright," Tim shrugged, "Y'know where to find me."

Tim planted a kiss on Dallas' sweaty back before getting out of the bed, wrapping his towel around his waist, and making his way to the bathroom. Once Dallas heard the bedroom door close, he slowly sat up with a pained sigh.

Tim really did a number on him. He couldn't move a limb without it shaking slightly from exhaustion. He looked down at his cock, which was limp. He sat back against the headboard and rubbed his face.

His mind was still as energetic as ever. It constantly replayed scenes of the session he and Tim had mere minutes before.

Tim rarely gave him a chance to breathe. His hand was wrapped around his throat, squeezing it as he thrusted his thick cock into the blond. He continuously placed him in new positions, biting him whenever the blond let out a whine. Tim whispered many things into his ear as he fucked him, calling him a "slut for his cock" and a "horny little bitch".

Dallas found himself getting lost in his head, drifting off as he nibbled on his bottom lip. Suddenly, he woke up when he noticed a surge of warmth run though him. He looked down, hoping it wasn't what he thought it was.

Despite his body being ready to collapse, Dallas' cock stood up with no problems. It grew slightly pink as blood rushed to it, making it grow harder. The blond growled out of annoyance, shutting his eyes and thinking unarousing thoughts. However, nothing could get his erection down. Dallas blew through his lips, thinking through his options.

He could either stay in the room and take care of himself or waddle his way to the bathroom and make Tim help him. Listening to the painful silence of the bedroom, Dallas realized that he needed Tim's help. Slowly, he slipped off of the bed and limped towards the door. Once his hand landed on the door handle, he felt something run down his leg. He looked down and watched as Tim's cum dripped down his leg.

"Aw, shit," he whispered to himself. He didn't want to leave a trail of cum from Tim's bedroom to the bathroom. Quickly, he grabbed a random article of clothing from the floor and wiped his leg with it. Taking a breath, he swiftly opened the door and ran down the hall towards the bathroom. He collided with the bathroom door and opened it, relieved that it was unlocked.