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Brandon closed the door
after watching Nick walk down the hallway and stepped over to drop down onto
his couch. This so sucked.
He meets the man of his
dreams, brings him home to start off the make out session of the century,
and he gets called into work. Brandon grabbed a throw pillow and held it
over his face as he yelled into it. Life just was not fair!
Dropping the pillow to
the floor, he let his head fall back against the couch. It could be worse.
At least Nick had seemed reluctant to leave and he had promised to come
back. That was something at least.
Getting to his feet,
Brandon headed to the shower. He had to do something to keep himself from
thinking about Nick. Besides, he needed to start getting ready for work
tomorrow. Four o'clock in the morning came awfully early.
Brandon pulled his
clothes off and dropped them in the hamper before climbing into the shower.
As he began slowly soaping his body, he wondered if Nick was thinking about
him.
The more that he
remembered of their few hours together, the harder his cock became. It had
only been a few hours, but Brandon couldn't recall the last time he had
enjoyed time spent with someone else so much.
What he had seen of Nick,
he was great, and not just in the way that he looked. Brandon was a little
concerned that it was all first impressions and not who he really was, but
there was enough that he did like that he wanted more time to investigate.
As he started soaping up
his cock, he envisioned everything he wanted to explore…Nick's broad
shoulders, muscular chest, even his tight ass.
The more he envisioned,
the harder he got. There was just no way around it. He was going to have to
do something about his aching cock or he'd never get to sleep.
Luckily, he had the
perfect fantasy in mind. It involved a tall sexy doctor that could kiss
better than anyone he had ever met. But as he quickly stroked himself, it
was Nick's magical hands that he dreamed about.
He closed his eyes and
leaned forward, resting his hand on the shower wall in front of him. In his
mind, he saw Nick's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him to
completion.
The harder he stroked,
the more he fell into his fantasy until he couldn't tell if it was Nick's
hand wrapped around him or his own. As the pressure built, he started moving
his hips, thrusting into his tight grip.
As his thumb brushed over
to tip of his cock, Brandon's legs trembled and his breath caught in his
throat.
Feeling himself about to
explode, he leaned back against the shower wall and let his other hand fall
down to fondle his balls. One touch was all it took.
Brandon threw his head
back, crying out Nick's name as he shot load after load over the tiled wall.
He stroked himself a few more times, milking his orgasm until he became too
sensitive.
Chuckling to himself at
his fantasy, he let go of his cock and continued soaping himself off before
rinsing, then stepping from the shower.
As he reached for a towel
to dry off, Brandon wondered how Nick would feel if he knew that Brandon had
just masturbated to fantasies of him, especially after knowing him for just
a few hours.
Brandon hung up his towel
and headed for his bed, shaking his head as he went. He had it bad already.
He just hoped that Nick wasn't playing him.
He was headed for a lot
of heartache if he was, but only time would tell.
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