It’s easy to picture him pushing the door open and turning on the lights, catching me with my dick in my hand. In my fantasy, he wouldn't be shy about it or embarrassed. If anything, I can picture him making a comment about how big my cock is or asking if I needed any help, following a cheesy porn script like he accused me of doing when I was flirting with him.
Holy shit, I’m so close already. I don’t want to stop thinking about this fake scenario, but each stroke is sending me dangerously close to the edge. I imagine him warning me against getting his bedspread dirty and offering to let me finish in his mouth to prevent any mess. The thought of his full lips wrapping around my cock, imagining how amazing his mouth would feel after so much time on my own, is too much, and I can’t hold off my release any longer. My orgasm crashes into me. I come harder than I can remember from a solo session in years, and my cum coats my stomach and chest as I ride out that high. Luckily it avoids the bedding.
That was so hot.
Maybe I should be embarrassed now that I’ve come down from that lust-filled state of mind. But I’m not. I just lay here, mind still half in that fantasy. It wasn’t anything too explicit as far as being with another man goes, but Adrian was definitely the star of it all, and I obviously enjoyed it.
I think I need to spend some time learning a bit more about what being with another man would actually be like. It’s easy to picture someone else touching my dick or being on the receiving end of a blow job when those are things I’ve experienced before.
But if I truly want to consider a relationship with another man, I need to be all in on trying out new things that Ihaven’tdone before. Would I be willing to be the one with a cock in my mouth? Would I be willing to put one inside my ass? I can’t say I’m begging for the opportunity, but since I haven’t done either, I don’t think I can say I’d hate it for sure either.
Being hypothetically willing to try has to count for something, right?
I finally sit up and grab a towel that’s hung up on the back of the closet door, and pause. The cum covering me needs to be cleaned up, it’s already starting to dry, but I stop myself from making any attempt and wrap the towel around my waist instead.
This is stupid. I know that. But it doesn’t stop me from chasing that thrill again of knowing Adrian might catch me doing something I should be keeping private. The idea of something happening between us that would force me to confront how I’m feeling.
I step into the hallway, covered in my own release, and my heart is racing. I’ve never been turned on by the idea of being caught doing something sexual before, so I think it’s just an Adrian thing. I take my time walking to the bathroom down the hall and am disappointed when he doesn’t suddenly appear.
I don’t shut the bathroom door all the way before my shower, and it’s thrilling, picturing how easy it would be for him to walk in. I know I shouldn’t make a habit of it, but as I walk back to my room, I don’t even bother to use the towel to cover up, opting to go completely naked through the hallway.
It doesn’t matter though. Adrian is probably asleep and will never know I’m suddenly desperate for him to see menaked, even if I’m still processing the rest of what being with him would look like.
18
ADRIAN
A Few Weeks Later–Thanksgiving
“Lincoln is such a little shit,” Beck spits out as he falls into the seat across from me at the fancy gaming table set up in his grandparent’s giant basement. “First whatever the hell happened with Parker and Oakley during the football game, I’m sure that’s why we lost. I can’t believe I have to sing at a game again this year. And now he won’t shut up about how hot Jordan is during my turns playing pool. He was obviously trying to distract me.”
“And it worked too,” his youngest brother, Lincoln, calls out as he lines up to start the next game with their other brother, Harrison, after beating Beck.
“Are you even into guys?” Beck demands.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Lincoln taunts back, a huge smile in place as he winks at Jordan who’s sitting next to me.
He groans, covering his face with his hands, mumbling “Keep me out of this” from behind them.
Usually, the Caldwell sibling teasing amuses me. I’ve been friends with Beck for long enough, and his family is welcomingenough, that I even feel like one of them most of the time when we all get together. But today has been a little…strange.
“Anyone have any idea what had Oakley so upset during the game?” I ask, looking around to see if anyone knows.
“You know how protective he is of Parker. He probably thought Lincoln messed up his diabetes pump or something,” Beck offers with a shrug.
“Should someone go check on them?” Cody, Beck’snow fiancéasks.
“Nah, no one can get through to him better than Parker can. I’m sure they’ll be fine by the time food’s ready,” Beck assures him.
Cody nods, and he’s all smiles again as he turns his attention to Jordan. “Thanks for spending so much time with Nick while we’ve been in Montana. I know he’s pretty lost right now, and your friendship means a lot to him. I wish he would have come today.”
Jordan looks uncomfortable, glancing away before he shrugs. “Nick is cool, you don’t have to thank me for being friends with him.”
“What the hell am I? Chopped liver?” Lincoln calls out. I have no idea how he’s following our conversation so well while it looks like he’s still winning his pool game. “I spend just as much time with Nick as Jordan does. Do I get a thanks?”
Cody looks surprised, glancing at Beck with wide eyes before turning his attention to Lincoln. “I didn’t realize you’d spent that much time with him. It’s great to hear he has even more support.”
I knew Jordan and Cody’s best friend, Nick, had been hanging out since he moved here from Montana, but Jordan failed to mention Lincoln was ever with them.Interesting.I will absolutely be grilling him about that later.
