Harper yawned as he turned off the bathroom
light and made his way to his bed. He scratched his abdomen, his fingers
sliding easily through the small trail of brown hair that went from his
bellybutton to his groin. He crawled between the sheets, wiggling around until
he found the perfect spot.
Goddess, he loved these sheets. A present from
his best friend, they were soft and silky and stayed cool in the summertime,
crisp against his hot skin. He closed his eyes as his head sank back into the
plush pillows stacked behind him.
Harper didn't know how long he laid there
before he huffed and opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. It had been
like this for three nights now. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his
eyes, he saw those damn gold colored eyes staring back at him. He couldn't
stop thinking about the gorgeous stranger.
It was destroying his life.
Well, it destroyed any chance he had of
finding someone to come home with him for the night. Harper had tried. He had
gone out clubbing with friends last night and tonight. He had come home alone
each night. The thought of anyone touching his skin was almost a physical
pain.
It sucked.
Harper slid his hand down under the blankets
and wrapped his fingers around his cock. The fact that he was hard came as no
surprise to him. He felt like he had been hard for forever. He had jerked off
more in the last three days than he had when he discovered gay porn on the
internet. It happened in the most inconvenient places, too… work, the grocery
store, riding the subway home from work, even when he went out with Truman for
dinner.
His dick was actually starting to get mileage
burns.
Harper began to wonder if he would continue to
have a hard cock for the rest of his life. It was like being on a bad Viagra
trip, except he didn't take Viagra. And it only got worse when he closed his
eyes and thought of the gorgeous man from the sidewalk café.
He was freaking doomed!
Every time he thought about the handsome stranger,
his cock filled and thickened. He just wanted to feel the stranger's
hands on him or in his mouth. He wanted to feel the man's cock sink into his
ass, and pound him into unconsciousness.
With his eyes still closed, in his mind, he could see the stranger fisting
Harper's cock, stroking him to completion. He
tightened his own fist around his shaft and began stroking from root to tip.
He ran his thumb over the moist head, smearing the pre-come around and
squeezing lightly. Harper bit his lip as his pumped his hand to the rhythm his
hips were setting.
His thumb slipped over the head of his cock, giving him a natural lube to use
as he thrust into his hand. The harder he stroked, the more he fell into his
fantasy until he couldn't tell if it was the stranger's hand or his own. As
the pressure built, he started moving his hips faster, thrusting into his
tight grip.
It didn't take long before his balls were
pulling up tight. A web of arousal spun around him as he squeezed his
shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking head. He growled when he felt the
tingle shooting up his spine
As his thumb brushed over to tip of his cock once more, Harper's legs trembled
and his breath caught in his throat. Feeling himself about to explode, he
flipped back the covers and then let his other hand fall down to fondle his
balls.
"Come for me," a smoky voice whispered into his mind, clouding all
reason and making his fantasy complete.
"Fuck!" Harper screamed as hot ropes of seed shot out of his cock, splattering
his chest and under his chin. He panted heavily as he opened his eyes and
stared up at the ceiling. He needed to get laid or buy more batteries or
something, whatever it took to get his mind off of some guy he had met for
five seconds on the side of a street.
A
guy who had firmly rejected him.
As he reached for a wet wipe to clean up with, Harper wondered how the
stranger would feel if he knew he had become prime masturbation material.
Remembering the muscles the man had sported and the friendly pat he had shared
with his friend, Harper knew the guy would probably hand him his head if he
knew how deep Harper's arousal ran.
It was too bad.
Harper really could have rocked his world.
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