A menace, I tell you.
CHAPTER8
ozzie
I drove home from the Meeting House a man on a mission. I owed Hen one—he’d been right about Walker being a leg man. I’d worn these shorts with not a stitch of anything underneath, and that sweet country boy’s tongue had nearly hung out of his mouth.
Heartbreaking as it was to admit, it was exactly as Joel had said, too: people would lie to themselves, not even realizing they were crafting and buying into a cover story.
When I’d stood in front of Walker, his pupils were so huge a cop would’ve sworn he was on something. And his blush… God in heaven. I could practically see the scenarios spinning in his head, yet there was still no recognition. No defined longing. Just a series of bodily reactions disconnected from his reasoning mind.
Though who was I fooling? My mom had called me out for wanting Walker for longer than I’d realized. It seemed neither of us was willing to part with the idea that he was not available for the affections of someone like me.
Minutes after parking my car, my heart pounding out of my chest, I’d stripped and climbed into the shower, soaping up as I relived every second of my conversation with Walker.
The way his gaze kept going back to my thighs, the sharp up-down of his Adam’s apple, his misted-over expression. The smell of the dirt, the prickly dandelion stems, the sun on the back of my neck.
My cock hardened, bobbing and dripping, demanding attention. Rinsing off, I made it wait till I got to my bed. Reaching into the side table, I grabbed my lube and, fuck it, my favorite stroker. I’d splurged, getting one with vibration and suction features.
I slicked lube up and down my shaft, then squirted some into the handheld device. It welcomed my cock like an old friend. I started by playing with the settings on the remote, turning on the vibration feature, stroking myself, enjoying the sensations as I imagined slipping the head of my cock past Walker’s lips. Showing him how to please me, encouraging him to take me deeper, his blue eyes wide, staring up at me, desperate to give me what I asked for.
When I was ready for more, I pulled out and slid back my foreskin, exposing the sensitive glans before pushing inside the lubed, vibrating sleeve and finding just the right spot. I hit another button on the remote, and I moaned as the suction leveled up every sensation.
My mind flipped back and forth between fucking and getting fucked by Walker. Sucking and being sucked, flipping like a goddamned pancake all night long, burying each other in pleasure. God, he looked like the kind of man who wouldn’t leave a bed until his partner was spent and dripping from every hole.
I hit the button again, increasing the suction, as I remembered how he’d stared at my thighs. I wondered if he’d let me drape him over me so he could fuck between my legs while I filled him with my favorite toys.
Had he ever played with his own prostate? I’d be happy to help him find it.
One last press of the button and my brain went quiet, save for the sound of Walker’s adorable country accent in my ear.
Come for me, sweetheart.
I arched up as sensation sped out to every inch of skin—my neck, my hips and groin, in between my toes…fuuuuck. I filled the stroker as I imagined his teeth and tongue and fingertips on the most sensitive parts of me, drawing out pleasure wherever he could. The scene flipped, and he was bearing down on my cock, his blue eyes wide with shock the first time I entered him, filled him, lefthimdripping.
Maybe he’d be shy about asking for more, but he wouldn’t be able to stop once we’d started. He’d want to push inside me, he’d want to be owned and fucked, he’d tentatively rim me before becoming obsessed with eating my ass and being eaten.
“Ahhh…” I cried out, having let the vibrations and suction go on for too long.
I fumbled with the remote, briefly turning up the suction before finding the off switch. “Ah, ah, ah…” I gingerly pulled the device off, laughing as my poor, overused cock hit my thigh. Even the air-conditioning was too much sensation, so I carefully slid the sticky foreskin forward, covering the glans before pulling the sheet over my trembling body.
Seconds later, I fell into a deep, deep sleep.
* * *
I woke with a start, and the first thing I noticed was how hard I was. The second was how dark it was outside. Shit. My phone was buzzing on my side table. Joel.
Double shit. I was supposed to cover tonight.
“Sorry, overslept. Be there in under ten.”
“You okay, buddy?”
“Yeah, I think so,” I said, staring at my hard-on, which was still covered in the remnants of cum and lube.
“Dude, if you’re getting sick, stay home.”
“I’m not sick. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
