Page 38 of Friction


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I breathed deeply, stalling the motion, letting the pleasurable sensations wash over and through me. I twisted my hand, rubbed over the head, alternated my grip, anything to delay the inevitable.

I was used to letting my mind flow wherever it wanted. A face. A body. Whatever got me off faster. Slowing things down usually meant a greater danger of getting caught.

What came to mind was Dean Foster’s hazel eyes. His smile.

It wasn’t a conscious choice, but once I’d made it, I couldn’t abandon it.

Then the sound of running water filled my head. Steam. Laughter. A broad back. A firm ass. Rivulets trickling down a wide chest, past firm abs, all the way to his dick where a steady stream dripped from the head.

I recognized that body.

Dean Foster in all his naked glory—staring at me.

I let myself go, let my mind fill in the blanks in a way logicprotested would never happen. I’d seen him soft. This Dean was hard enough to make me shiver.

I saw it all play out in my head. How he would walk over to me, tossing his hair to remove the water, how he would look me up and down. I imagined him lowering his gaze, taking in my own rigid cock.

Kvrat. Dean Foster staring at my dick and licking his lips.

I moaned, my hand moving faster, my mind focusing on a sensation I had never experienced but had visited in my fantasies.

How would it feel to have a mouth around my dick? Soft lips on my shaft?

Holding back my climax was impossible. I shivered as I pulsed onto my belly, tremors rippling through me as I pictured a hand around my cock that wasn’t mine, coaxing every last drop of cum from my balls.

When I was spent, I grabbed my shorts from the floor and wiped away the evidence. I pulled the blankets up to my chin and closed my eyes, determined to let the endorphins carry me deep into sleep, into dreams where I hoped to live out this fantasy all over again.

Then it hit me.

Dean had somehow replaced every anonymous fantasy I’d ever relied on.

Bože.

This was so much worse than I thought.

Media 2

TikTok / X Fan Thread

Post:

ok why does foster keep looking at velkarya’s pair during practice

Replies:

“WAIT YOU CLOCKED THAT TOO???”

“bro keeps getting caught in the background staring”

“y’all notice EVERYTHING omg”

“nah because this one was different”

“someone gif the replay from 2:14 immediately”

“he literally stopped moving”

“i thought my stream froze”