I rolled my balls between my fingers, another moan dripping from my tongue as I teased them. Then I slowly let my hand drift a little further south. I kept my eyes focused on the video, my other hand stroking my cock as my middle finger brushed across the furled skin of my hole.
I gasped and tensed, my body freezing for a second like it expected something to happen. Nothing did. If I’d been waitingfor a magical sign either way that I was going to love or loathe having my butt touched, I wasn’t going to get one.
I didn’t hate it, though, so I ran my finger over the skin again.
It was nice… yeah, nice. It felt a bit strange but not bad. Maybe a bit weird, but that might have been because I was so fucking focused on it. I just needed to relax, keep my eyes on the video, and not think too hard about what I was doing.
“Oh God, fuck me!” the other man moaned, his fingers clutching the woman’s waist. The camera had moved, and I couldn’t really see his face. The screen was filled with a blur of cock and arse and pussy, everything blending into one as I pumped my cock furiously. My finger was still resting against my arse, and I squeezed my eyes closed as I tried to focus on my orgasm.
It was right there.
So fucking close I could feel it.
But I couldn’t get there.
Not like this.
I rolled onto my stomach, letting my phone roll across my bed, the sound suddenly muffled in the duvet. I bent over, the hand that had been between my thighs now clutching the sheets as I jerked myself hard and fast. Nebulous dirty talk filled my head, the voice undeniably masculine.
That’s it, get yourself off for me, the voice whispered.You know I want to see you come. Be good for me, Danny. If you are, I’ll give you what you really want.
I groaned, nodding frantically. My fingers were starting to cramp and my wrist ached, but fuck it, I wasn’t going to stop. Not now. I was too far down the rabbit hole.
The voice continued, soft and inviting. I could practically feel his breath on my skin.I know what you think about, Danny. What you dream about. You want to be fucked, don’t you?Want to know what it feels like to take cock and be filled. Come for me, and I’ll fuck you as much as you want.
A gasped moan punched its way out of my throat as my orgasm hit me and I doubled over, my legs shaking as cum covered my fingers, my cock pulsing in my hand. It felt like I’d simultaneously had the best orgasm of my life and been punched in the ribs.
Breathing was almost painful, and I yelped in pain as my foot cramped, a stinging twinge lancing across the arch of my foot and down my calf, making me sprawl out and writhe around as I tried to rub it. But all I managed to do was smear cum over my foot and rub it into my leg hair.
Great. Just fucking great. Now I was going to have to haul my arse into the shower to scrub it off and hope it didn’t stick.
So much for a quick wank before bed to take the edge off. Yeah, the orgasm had been great but it’d left me with a cramped foot, a cummy leg, and a lot of thoughts I wasn’t ready to examine. I was simply going to put all of them in a box and ignore the shit out of them for as long as fucking possible.
Because that had worked really bloody well for me so far.
I growled in frustration, pressing my face into the sheets. Maybe it would be good if I could find someone to explore this shit with. Not like a therapist or a mate but, like, a hookup. Someone with experience, who knew what the fuck they were doing when it came to having sex with men and who’d be able to help me figure out if I did actually like it or not.
It’d need to be a guy I could trust, who wasn’t going to rat me out to the press or on socials or to the team if he figured out who I was. But where I’d find someone like that I had no fucking idea. There wasn’t exactly anyone on the team I could ask. Everyone who was out was already taken, and it wasn’t like I could read minds to figure out who might be into me or up for some discreet fooling around.
So I’d either have to suck it up and find someone on an app, get super drunk in a bar, or find a glory hole. Although… that last idea actually had some legs. Nobody would be able to see who I was, and I could leave straight away afterwards.
It wasn’t my worst idea.
It wasn’t my best either, but it was all I had right now.
With another groan, both of despair and pain because my foot still fucking hurt, I pushed myself up and climbed off the bed, hoping staring at the shower tiles would provide a bit of clarity.
If not, I was totally going to start Googling gay glory holes near me.
In Incognito mode, obviously.
CHAPTER TWO
Ezra
“Promiseme you have some plans for tonight,” Shane said, my best friend’s voice laced with earnestness as I tucked my phone under my ear and rifled through my pockets for my keys. I’d had them less than two minutes ago and somehow I’d already lost them.
I’d probably left them in the fucking car. It wouldn’t surprise me considering how much of a daze I’d spent the whole day in. I’d have left my head in the car too if it hadn’t already been screwed on.
