ONE
Shane
My hand stroked upand down the length of my cock. With my legs spread, my hips thrust up and up into my slick palm. Who needed lube of any sort when my dick was leaking this much precum?
I had never been so turned on in my life.
“Geezus fuck,” I groaned, my fingers tightening around my swollen shaft.
I woke up from a dream about a certain someone and my dick was hard as hell. These dreams weren’t anything new. My best friend’s father had been invading them ever since I was a horny teenager. But these dreams only got worse and more vivid as I got older.
This time, Rhett Myers had me on my knees and demanded that I crawl toward him. He had inserted a butt plug into my ass that had a fox tail attached to it. I could still hear his words in my head.“Shake that tail for Daddy.”
I woke up shortly after with my hand curled around my cock.
I had always been submissive when it came to anything of a sexual nature,but with him, it was on a whole other level. Even though it was just a dream, my imagination conjured up a dominant Rhett that I would give anything to experience in real life. I wasn’t sure if they were one in the same but Lord help me, I hoped to find out one day and soon. Because I wasn’t sure how much longer I could take this.
When I found out that Rhett was attracted to men as well as women, I thought that maybe I had a chance. But he neverpaid me any attention. He had always been nice to me of course,seeing as I was his son’s best friend,but it never turned into anything more than that. I assumed he just looked at measa kid. But it was nothing more than just a passing hello lately. It was frustrating because I knew we could be good together. Especially now that I was no longer pining after his son.
I winced, pinching the tip of my cock and forcing thoughts of my best friend out of my head. Brady and I had fucked several times and, for a brief moment, I thought I was in love with him. But I wasn’t. No. Instead, I was in love with his father who wanted nothing to do with me.
A tingle suddenly started in my toes, forcing my thoughts back to the present. That delicious sensation let me know that a hard release was about to come. Literally. I wasn’t new to touching myself, but this was getting old. It had been a long time since I spent a night with a warm body. Since I felt someone touching me in the most intimate of ways. I really needed to get my shit together. Maybe I should just approach Rhett myself. Maybe I should approach someone else. Maybe I should say fuck it and hook up with some random person.
“Fuck,” a whimper left me. “Rhett.”
A few more pumps and I would be good to go. Just had to get through this moment and I could go on with my day. But before that could happen, a loud knock sounded on the door to my bedroom.
My eyes shot open, my hand stopping mid-stroke. My gaze landed on the doorknob, knowing that I didn’t lock it.
“Yeah?” I called out, praying that the person would go away and leave me alone. Thankfully it wasn’t Brady. Even though I lived alone, he and our friends, Noah and Presley, had a key to my apartment and could come and go when they pleased. I used to live with them but moved out after things with Brady became weird. Although I now lived alone, it never felt like I didwhen the guys came over often. Brady never came over, but I often thought that maybe he would. Especially while I fucked my hand.
That would have made things even more awkward seeing as I was currently stroking my cock to thoughts of his dad. Word had it that Brady spent most of his time at his boyfriend’s place.
“We have to head to the café early,” Presley called out from the other side of the door. “I made a large order of coffee, and we have to be there to get it.”
“Shit,” I mumbled, taking deep breaths to try and slow down my heartbeat. My dick would have to wait. Business came first. It always came first.
Sliding off the bed, I trudged to the door and opened it.
“You forgot, didn’t you?” Presley asked, stepping into my room.
“I wouldn’t say I forgot exactly.” I had just been distracted by a certain man who wouldn’t leave me alone. It wasn’t his fault even though a part of me blamed him. I just wished that we could fuck, so I could get him out of my system.
“What’s with you lately?” Presley came further into my room and sat on the edge of my bed.
“I don’t know what you mean.” But I did. Ever since Brady started seeing Cam, my head had been a mess. The dreams about Rhett came on stronger and I didn’t know how to stop myself from having them every time I went to bed.
Presley grunted, his tongue peeking out to lick along his lip ring. He did that whenever he was thinking about what to say next.
“Alright, spill.”
“You’ve just been weird, that’s all.” He shrugged.
I went up to him and kissed the top of his head. “I’m fine. Promise.”
Quickly getting dressed while Presley sat on my bed, it didn’t bother me that he knew me so damn well evenhecould tell that something was off. What did bother me was the fact that I couldn’t get Rhett out of my damn head.
“I see you still look at porn the old school way.”
