It’s a good thing Christy went on a weeklong trip with a few friends from college, so she wasn’t here to witness all that.
After I got rid of that spider, I turned around and saw his eyes on me. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him look at me like that, but it’s also the first time he’s ever seen me naked in this context. It’s not that surprising though. He’s bi, and I’m an objectively attractive guy. Plus, he looked away fast when he saw me looking at him.
One last look at his perfect body glistening with water, and I was ready to come right then. I ran my ass out of there as fast as I could.
And now I’m back in my room, going through my original plan, but with new fodder for my spank bank.
Every inch of Brian’s body turns me on, but his anaconda of a cock is mouthwatering.
Hard and ready to go, he must be at least eight inches. And while that should probably scare me, my needy ass loves the sound of it.
I work the prostate massaging vibe around my hole before slowly pushing it in. For the first time, I wonder what it would be like to feel a real dick there. Brian’s dick. Hard and warm.
Fuck.
My ass suctions the toy inside, probably because I’m so fucking desperate. I can’t remember the last time I was this needy. I get myself off regularly, and sometimes it’s more just to get my cock to settle down for a bit. But today is different. Not only am I hard, but I want to explore, play, see what happens.
Reaching for the remote control of the vibe, I turn it on the lowest setting, instantly groaning at the soft vibrations.
I lube up my cock and stroke myself slowly—no desire to rush this.
Letting my eyes drift closed, I picture Brian’s naked body. That alone sends a tingle up my spine, and I turn the vibe up one setting.
As I stroke myself, I fantasize about holding him, kissing him, stroking each other as we do.
What would his lips feel like against mine? Soft and controlled or firm and possessive?
Then I imagine those lips wrapped around my cock. I’ve never imagined a guy giving me a blowjob, but the enticing thought of Brian going down on me sends a shiver through me.
I bet he’s incredible at it. He’s never been the type to half-ass something.
Ass.
And now my mind is on being fucked by him. I turn the vibe up another notch and thrust it in and out. It’s not even close to matching how full I’d be with Brian inside me, but it gives me something to go on. It lets the fantasy grow. The way he’d hover above me while controlling every second of my pleasure.
I groan, pulling my hand from my cock when I almost come.
After a moment, when I’m back under control, I flip the fantasy around and imagine I’m fucking him. And my hand isn’t enough anymore.
Fumbling in my drawer, I find my masturbation assistant. The one that perfectly surrounds my cock. Adding lube, I slowly work it down to the base of my cock, then pull it most of the way off again.
The prostate massager is in the perfect spot, and as I buck into the toy, I get stuck on what to imagine next.
Would I want to fuck him? Or would I want him fucking me?
Engh. Both. All of it.
One then the other.
I want him to own me, and I want to claim him.
The fantasies switch back and forth in my mind, and it’s almost impossible to settle on one.
The thought of riding him while stroking myself is hot, but imagining the deep pleasure on his face, and being the one in control of that is even better. I always want to please him. Want to make him happy, bring him joy.
And now, thinking of him like this, I want to make him come.
I know his voice so well I imagine it in my head, hearing the way he’d guide me, beg me, the rasp in his voice as he’d tell me to make him come.
