Fast Eddies
Title Fast Eddies
Rating Mature
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter Twelve
I close the house door behind me as quietly as I can, toeing off my shoes so as not to make any noise on the wooden floors. Tonight had not been all I'd wanted it to be, and I'm in no mood to have the others forcing me through their version of the Spanish Inquisition. I have work early tomorrow and I actually want to get a shower before I go to bed. As much as I love being able to smell Joe on my skin, almost like he is part of me, I can still feel the slightly sticky remnants of his come on my chest and that's not something I want to take to work with me. I'm fucking useless in the mornings.
With the shoes removed I shed my jacket, hanging it up and standing still in the dim hallway. Fuck tonight has been intense, not only had we fallen back into intimacy, but Milo had also reared his ugly head to once again distress Joe. I don't know what that man's problems are, it's obvious he isn't wanted, but still he bothers him. I had roused myself from the light, post-orgasmic nap I had fallen into and walked into the other room to find Joe sitting against his apartment door, eyes closed, head rested against it as Milo crooned sweet, enticing words through the barrier. Joe's silence hadn't gone down well with the man on the other side, the pretty words and 'I love you's' dissolving into the violence so near the surface; banging and hammering on the door, yelling the most horrible abuse I've ever heard through it. I can't believe he's been doing that kind of thing for weeks, wearing Joe down, who must have felt so very fucking alone. Joe had only raised his knees, resting his elbows on them, hands in his hair. My teeth grit. I don't think I've seen a more forlorn figure, but as soon as I had pulled him up from the floor and onto the couch it was as though nothing had happened, Joe once again filled with pretence. This has to stop, but I just don't know how to get it to. At least it seems me and Joe are in a better place then we were the last time Milo got between us, I can only hope he continues to let me be a part of it. Maybe I can lessen the pain he won't let me see but I know is there.
I try to tiptoe across the floor behind my friends, not wanting then to start questioning me. At least this place is huge enough for me to get to my door without having to walk near them. I just want to go to bed.
'Trying to escape us are you?' Comes Jason's friendly, alcohol thickened voice.
My shoulders slump in defeat and I turn to face my friend who has turned in his seat, the others copying him, all of their eyes on me now.
'Well yes, but I see that's not going to happen now is it?'
'Hell no,' he takes hold of my wrist, pulling me to him and into the room, 'you can't disappear for a whole day and then sneak off to your room like a kid after curfew.'
'So 'fess up, where have you been?' Stuart finishes, raising his beer to his mouth. I'm glad Jason didn't say anything, leaving it up to me to tell them what is happening with my relationship.
'Well, if you must know, I spent the day with Joe.'
There's a reaction of cat calls from all three, Mike swiping over my hair with the palm of his hand.
'Fucking finally, I thought I was gonna have to buy you that fucking ice cream before you smudged your mascara.'
Reaching over I slap the side of Mike's head, always with the chick jokes just because I'm gay. If I remember correctly he was the one that didn't eat for three days when Kaitlin broke up with him, I thought we were going to have to stick a tube down his throat. Thankfully he got over her and tucked into the bucket of KFC I bought to tempt him. He's always been unusually fond of chicken.
'So you guys back on officially then?' Stuart asks, shifting in the chair so his legs are over the arm, his head nestled in the upholstery.
'Well, I don't know if we're a couple, but dating yeah, for sure,' I answer, glad I can tell them this, although leaving out all of the Milo shit. That is something I want to try and deal with by myself.
'So I guess you won't care that Ash called by earlier,' Jason says, looking at me pointedly.
'Depends what he wanted,' I reply coolly, not liking the judgement he's placing on my shoulders when I've done nothing wrong.
'He wanted to take you out, I think he thought you'd be at home.'
'Well I wasn't,' I say shortly, wanting a shower and my bed more than ever now.
My cell vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out quickly, instinctively thinking it will be Ash. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that it's Joe, lips curving into a smile. Opening it I read what is written.
Thanks for a great day. Working tomorrow, want to meet up after?
I'm elated, relieved that he's starting to be forward, not letting it all rest on me. This means he has listened to everything I said today, that he is wanting to make a go of it, or at least figure out if he wants this to become more serious, even after everything with Milo. This really is a big fucking step forward.
'I take it that's from the elusive Joe,' Mike questions, opening a fresh beer he takes from the table, which is holding a number of both empty bottles and unopened ones. He holds it out for me, and I take it, him picking up another.
'Yes, wants to know if I want to see him tomorrow.'
Sitting down next to Mike I swig from the bottle as I write the reply, enjoying the cool, refreshing beer. Suddenly my bed doesn't seem like such an inviting prospect, not when I've got Joe on the other end of the cell.
Yeah. I've got overtime until nine p.m. That too late?
'So when are we going to get to meet him?' Mike asks, slouching in the couch so he can look at me easily, all of their eyes on me.
Fuck, what can I say to get out of this without making it obvious I don't want them to meet him. If they figure it out then they're either going to think there's something wrong with him, or that I'm ashamed for him to meet them. If they find out his true identity I have no doubt Matt will absolutely fucking lose it, maybe even kick me out of the house like he threatened before.
'If you guys don't mind,' I start, hoping I seem as wheedling and pleading as I want to right now, 'then I'd like to keep him to myself for a bit longer, just until I'm certain he's not going to flip out again. I don't want to mess this up.'
'Sounds reasonable, you guys don't meet half of the girls I go to bed with,' Jason grins wolfishly, winking at me.
'Hell, I doubt you even remember what most of them look like the number of chicks you've fucked when you're completely wasted,' Stuart chips in.
'Yeah well, at least I'm not so drunk I end up pissing on the girls I sleep with,' Jason shoots back, not looking at Stuart but smirking at me, waiting for the reaction.
'I only did it that one time, and it wasn't my fault!' The explosion from the shorter man is almost word for word the same as last time. We all burst out laughing, remembering the explanation he gave. Something about her skin being so pale she looked like a urinal laid out naked on his bed, and he was too drunk to focus properly.
'She might have liked it, you never know what kind of kinky shit girls are into these days,' Mike adds from his slumped position, eyes heavy lidded, an intoxicated, dimpled smile on his face.
'True, some chicks are fucking wild,' Jason muses, 'not that it's always a bad thing. Can't say I haven't enjoyed being cuffed to the headboard on occasion.'
'Please, stop there,' I interrupt, holding my hand up as my cellphone vibrates in the other.
'Don't you want to know, or are you just worried my tales will put yours to shame?' Jason asks with a cheeky grin.
Sighing I decide not to answer, instead turn my attention fully on my cell. As much as it would delight him, I'm not going to give him the inside scoop on my bedroom activities.
It is late, but I want to see you. Bring a toothbrush ;)
I smile, a slow, spreading one that mirrors the warmth in my body and the bubbling of anticipation. Not only am I going to spend time with him, but he wants me to stay over again. I'm glad he feels he can ask me that, plus with it being Sunday the next day he wont have to get up early for anything, and neither will I after all of the overtime I'm doing tomorrow.
Can't wait
I send back, looking up as I snap the cell closed, finding they are all silent and looking at me.
'What?' I ask, feeling like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car three seconds away from impact.
Mike and Stuart break into simultaneous smiles.
'Nothing, just couldn't stop staring at your goofy ass smile,' Mike grins, a strange look on his face.
I find that look mirrored on Stuart's face. What the fuck is going on? Is there something I'm missing?
'Oookay, so I'm just going to go have a shower, you guys are too fucking weird.'
I stand, leaving the half finished beer on the table before stretching my back, ready to leave for the comfort of my room.
'No, don't leave, we've not seen too much of you in between seeing the guy, moping about the guy in your room, work and college. We're your friends man, don't shut us out in the cold,' Jason complains, standing up and tugging on my hand to get me to sit again.
'I'd love to, but I've got a twelve hour shift at work tomorrow and I need to get some sleep,' I reply, knowing this isn't really what he wants to hear. They've not got jobs though, don't have to factor earning cash into their weekly routines.
'Twelve fucking hours!' Mike exclaims in disbelief, 'Jesus fucking Christ Ben, how many hours have you worked this week?'
'Around twenty five I guess,' I shrug, always comparing it with Joe these days.
'Fuck man, that's a lot on top of college.'
'It's not really,' I reply, the man I've spent the day with forefront in my mind, 'Joe works around sixty hours a week.'
'God, you sure he's not secretly loaded? If my father worked that many hours a week I'd never have to fucking work,' Mike says, eyes wider than before and it seems that there is a hint of respect in them.
'If his jobs paid better... but they don't. He's trying so hard to build something better for himself by working his ass off.' I offer as explanation, my mind slipping away into thoughts of Joe, of how proud he is.
'Well, I have to say, despite the fact he's obviously beneath you, you have to respect anyone who works that hard.' Mike comments, and despite the fact half of it is wrong, the other half is completely fucking right.
I smirk at this praise coming from Mike's mouth, something I'm sure he wouldn't be saying, or even thinking if he knew who Joe really was. Maybe I should tell him, use Joe as an example of how he actually has no clue about people. He's lucky he won't ever have to work as a public defence lawyer, there's no way he would be sympathetic enough to win their cases, despite his competitive nature.
'Yeah. Well, I'd better be heading off. Night you guys.'
'Night dude,' Jason concedes, giving up on getting me to stay up with them.
'Have fun at work tomorrow,' Stuart grins mischievously.
'Yeah, it'll be fucking brilliant,' I snort, already hating the idea of having to get up to spend twelve hours pandering to people I just want to slap. 'I'm going to be going straight to Joe's after, so I don't know when you'll see me on Sunday.'
'Okay, see you,' Mike offers, 'dude, turn on the TV, there's got to be some porn on somewhere.'
I'm glad to leave, not wanting to have to sit in uncomfortable silence with them again whilst they watch whatever fake breasted women they want to watch in whatever sexual scenario. Even if it was something I was into, I wouldn't feel right watching it with my friends. Last time they all had their legs crossed like each of them didn't know they were hiding boners in a heavy breathing silence that was almost painful for me. I'm glad they'd never want to watch, or at least openly watch, gay porn. I wouldn't be able to take it, I don't think it's normal for friends to do that, with someone you want to fuck sure, but friends, never.
Opening the door to my room I step in, kicking it shut behind me as I pull off my shirt. I drop my pants on the way to the en suite, shivering a little at the cold air on my skin. Into the bathroom I turn on the shower, testing the water temperature with one hand as I push my boxers down with the other. I'm glad to have some time to myself, a little peace and quiet to get everything straight in my head. It's been so long since Joe spoke to me properly, yet today went as though we hadn't spent any time apart at all. I felt so comfortable with him, both at the movie theatre then back at his place. The conversation had been easy and flowing, talking about everything that people shouldn't find interesting, but I had been enthralled by everything he said, and he has listened to me as though he cared. Slipping into the shower I close my eyes, letting the deliciously warm water patter over my face, soothing my skin.
I can't believe I've found someone like Joe, I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank Frank for giving me the kick in the ass I needed to see him again. I shouldn't have been held back by my own sense of embarrassment, my fear of failure. I should have seen that Joe had too much on his mind with Milo to think about letting me into his life. If I were in the same shoes I sure as hell would be wary of getting close to anyone again, hell, even my break up with Ash had knocked my confidence a little, the reason why I'd checked Joe's medicine cabinet. Reaching for the shower gel I squeeze a little into my hands, rubbing it over my abdomen to clean it of the remnants of Joe.
God that had been amazing, one of the most fulfilling sexual encounters of my life. He is so hot, his body so lean and hard, skin so soft. Kissing him ignites such a passion I've never felt before, a burning desire I doubt could ever be extinguished. Everything about him is just so fucking attractive I can barely cope with it, wanting to make love to him over and over again until I'm too tired; touch and caress every part of his delicious body, smother it with kisses. I want to see him arch in pleasure, hear him gasp and pant the way I had earlier, a line of thick eyelashes on pleasure flushed cheeks as he bites his plump rose lip offset by the two adjacent metal hoops.
I'm not surprised to find that as my hand gets lower it brushes over a growing erection, the mere thought of Joe enough to get me horny even though I'd been in his bed only a few hours ago. No one has turned me on so much in my life, even as a hormone ridden teenager I had less interest in my first boyfriends than I have in Joe now. I thought you were supposed to lose libido as you got older, not gain in capabilities. Letting my shower gel soaped hand slip onto my dick I hiss in pleasure at the slippery contact, running it expertly up and down the length languidly. This isn't something I have to rush, want to rush even. With these images of Joe behind my eyes I want this feeling to last, the way I can't when I'm with him, too desperate to feel his body as intimately close as possible.
A shuddery breath passes my lips as I let my aroused body responds to the action of my hand and the fantasy I try to keep behind my eyes, a personal porno. I think to sucking him off this evening, something I had wanted to do to completion since the last time. I think of how beautiful he looked flushed and panting, the urgent feel of his hand in my hair, my hand pressing over his hip bone. I had looked up, watching his stomach muscles tense as he was close to orgasm, his body's movements not under his control as I brought him closer and closer to the edge. My hand speeds up at the thought, bringing myself as close to the edge as Joe in my mind. He had bucked up into my mouth, my tongue swirling over his velvety, hard dick, making him curse and writhe. Oh god, he's so close, I'm so close. Fuck, Joe. He had come hard into my mouth, moaning my name, gripping my hair as his body gave in to perfect, throbbing ecstasy. Fuck.
'Joe,' I whisper into the steamy air, hips spasming as I come at the memory, legs trembling and weak as the shower spray continues to beat over my shoulders.
I breathe hard, listening to the rapid beating of my heart in my ears as I come down from the high of orgasm. Limbs stronger I wipe my seed from the shower wall with a still soapy hand before adding more shower gel to it, rubbing it over my chest in a business like fashion, the sensuality of before lost. I can't wait to see him tomorrow and I know I'm going to spend the whole day thinking about him, and most of the thoughts won't be clean. This isn't how my mind should be occupied, I need to be concentrating on college, but I have no idea how I'm going to stop this man from overrunning my thoughts. Not that I want to push him out altogether, but I've got to buckle down, another essay to hand in two weeks on Wednesday, this one counting for more than the other and a harder subject matter. I'm going to have to tell him that this will have to take a back seat for a few days so I can get a head start, although after only just managing to get things back on track I don't think it's the right thing to do for our relationship, even if it is the best for my schooling. I guess I'm going to have to see what comes out of my mouth tomorrow, because I'm sure whatever decision I make now will fly out of the fucking window the minute I'm in his house and have a chance to get him naked. I hate that I can only ever really focus on one thing at a time. Why does everything have to be so complicated, or come with a price tag attached to it I don't know if I can afford to pay.
Rating Mature
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter Twelve
I close the house door behind me as quietly as I can, toeing off my shoes so as not to make any noise on the wooden floors. Tonight had not been all I'd wanted it to be, and I'm in no mood to have the others forcing me through their version of the Spanish Inquisition. I have work early tomorrow and I actually want to get a shower before I go to bed. As much as I love being able to smell Joe on my skin, almost like he is part of me, I can still feel the slightly sticky remnants of his come on my chest and that's not something I want to take to work with me. I'm fucking useless in the mornings.
With the shoes removed I shed my jacket, hanging it up and standing still in the dim hallway. Fuck tonight has been intense, not only had we fallen back into intimacy, but Milo had also reared his ugly head to once again distress Joe. I don't know what that man's problems are, it's obvious he isn't wanted, but still he bothers him. I had roused myself from the light, post-orgasmic nap I had fallen into and walked into the other room to find Joe sitting against his apartment door, eyes closed, head rested against it as Milo crooned sweet, enticing words through the barrier. Joe's silence hadn't gone down well with the man on the other side, the pretty words and 'I love you's' dissolving into the violence so near the surface; banging and hammering on the door, yelling the most horrible abuse I've ever heard through it. I can't believe he's been doing that kind of thing for weeks, wearing Joe down, who must have felt so very fucking alone. Joe had only raised his knees, resting his elbows on them, hands in his hair. My teeth grit. I don't think I've seen a more forlorn figure, but as soon as I had pulled him up from the floor and onto the couch it was as though nothing had happened, Joe once again filled with pretence. This has to stop, but I just don't know how to get it to. At least it seems me and Joe are in a better place then we were the last time Milo got between us, I can only hope he continues to let me be a part of it. Maybe I can lessen the pain he won't let me see but I know is there.
I try to tiptoe across the floor behind my friends, not wanting then to start questioning me. At least this place is huge enough for me to get to my door without having to walk near them. I just want to go to bed.
'Trying to escape us are you?' Comes Jason's friendly, alcohol thickened voice.
My shoulders slump in defeat and I turn to face my friend who has turned in his seat, the others copying him, all of their eyes on me now.
'Well yes, but I see that's not going to happen now is it?'
'Hell no,' he takes hold of my wrist, pulling me to him and into the room, 'you can't disappear for a whole day and then sneak off to your room like a kid after curfew.'
'So 'fess up, where have you been?' Stuart finishes, raising his beer to his mouth. I'm glad Jason didn't say anything, leaving it up to me to tell them what is happening with my relationship.
'Well, if you must know, I spent the day with Joe.'
There's a reaction of cat calls from all three, Mike swiping over my hair with the palm of his hand.
'Fucking finally, I thought I was gonna have to buy you that fucking ice cream before you smudged your mascara.'
Reaching over I slap the side of Mike's head, always with the chick jokes just because I'm gay. If I remember correctly he was the one that didn't eat for three days when Kaitlin broke up with him, I thought we were going to have to stick a tube down his throat. Thankfully he got over her and tucked into the bucket of KFC I bought to tempt him. He's always been unusually fond of chicken.
'So you guys back on officially then?' Stuart asks, shifting in the chair so his legs are over the arm, his head nestled in the upholstery.
'Well, I don't know if we're a couple, but dating yeah, for sure,' I answer, glad I can tell them this, although leaving out all of the Milo shit. That is something I want to try and deal with by myself.
'So I guess you won't care that Ash called by earlier,' Jason says, looking at me pointedly.
'Depends what he wanted,' I reply coolly, not liking the judgement he's placing on my shoulders when I've done nothing wrong.
'He wanted to take you out, I think he thought you'd be at home.'
'Well I wasn't,' I say shortly, wanting a shower and my bed more than ever now.
My cell vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out quickly, instinctively thinking it will be Ash. I'm pleasantly surprised to find that it's Joe, lips curving into a smile. Opening it I read what is written.
Thanks for a great day. Working tomorrow, want to meet up after?
I'm elated, relieved that he's starting to be forward, not letting it all rest on me. This means he has listened to everything I said today, that he is wanting to make a go of it, or at least figure out if he wants this to become more serious, even after everything with Milo. This really is a big fucking step forward.
'I take it that's from the elusive Joe,' Mike questions, opening a fresh beer he takes from the table, which is holding a number of both empty bottles and unopened ones. He holds it out for me, and I take it, him picking up another.
'Yes, wants to know if I want to see him tomorrow.'
Sitting down next to Mike I swig from the bottle as I write the reply, enjoying the cool, refreshing beer. Suddenly my bed doesn't seem like such an inviting prospect, not when I've got Joe on the other end of the cell.
Yeah. I've got overtime until nine p.m. That too late?
'So when are we going to get to meet him?' Mike asks, slouching in the couch so he can look at me easily, all of their eyes on me.
Fuck, what can I say to get out of this without making it obvious I don't want them to meet him. If they figure it out then they're either going to think there's something wrong with him, or that I'm ashamed for him to meet them. If they find out his true identity I have no doubt Matt will absolutely fucking lose it, maybe even kick me out of the house like he threatened before.
'If you guys don't mind,' I start, hoping I seem as wheedling and pleading as I want to right now, 'then I'd like to keep him to myself for a bit longer, just until I'm certain he's not going to flip out again. I don't want to mess this up.'
'Sounds reasonable, you guys don't meet half of the girls I go to bed with,' Jason grins wolfishly, winking at me.
'Hell, I doubt you even remember what most of them look like the number of chicks you've fucked when you're completely wasted,' Stuart chips in.
'Yeah well, at least I'm not so drunk I end up pissing on the girls I sleep with,' Jason shoots back, not looking at Stuart but smirking at me, waiting for the reaction.
'I only did it that one time, and it wasn't my fault!' The explosion from the shorter man is almost word for word the same as last time. We all burst out laughing, remembering the explanation he gave. Something about her skin being so pale she looked like a urinal laid out naked on his bed, and he was too drunk to focus properly.
'She might have liked it, you never know what kind of kinky shit girls are into these days,' Mike adds from his slumped position, eyes heavy lidded, an intoxicated, dimpled smile on his face.
'True, some chicks are fucking wild,' Jason muses, 'not that it's always a bad thing. Can't say I haven't enjoyed being cuffed to the headboard on occasion.'
'Please, stop there,' I interrupt, holding my hand up as my cellphone vibrates in the other.
'Don't you want to know, or are you just worried my tales will put yours to shame?' Jason asks with a cheeky grin.
Sighing I decide not to answer, instead turn my attention fully on my cell. As much as it would delight him, I'm not going to give him the inside scoop on my bedroom activities.
It is late, but I want to see you. Bring a toothbrush ;)
I smile, a slow, spreading one that mirrors the warmth in my body and the bubbling of anticipation. Not only am I going to spend time with him, but he wants me to stay over again. I'm glad he feels he can ask me that, plus with it being Sunday the next day he wont have to get up early for anything, and neither will I after all of the overtime I'm doing tomorrow.
Can't wait
I send back, looking up as I snap the cell closed, finding they are all silent and looking at me.
'What?' I ask, feeling like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car three seconds away from impact.
Mike and Stuart break into simultaneous smiles.
'Nothing, just couldn't stop staring at your goofy ass smile,' Mike grins, a strange look on his face.
I find that look mirrored on Stuart's face. What the fuck is going on? Is there something I'm missing?
'Oookay, so I'm just going to go have a shower, you guys are too fucking weird.'
I stand, leaving the half finished beer on the table before stretching my back, ready to leave for the comfort of my room.
'No, don't leave, we've not seen too much of you in between seeing the guy, moping about the guy in your room, work and college. We're your friends man, don't shut us out in the cold,' Jason complains, standing up and tugging on my hand to get me to sit again.
'I'd love to, but I've got a twelve hour shift at work tomorrow and I need to get some sleep,' I reply, knowing this isn't really what he wants to hear. They've not got jobs though, don't have to factor earning cash into their weekly routines.
'Twelve fucking hours!' Mike exclaims in disbelief, 'Jesus fucking Christ Ben, how many hours have you worked this week?'
'Around twenty five I guess,' I shrug, always comparing it with Joe these days.
'Fuck man, that's a lot on top of college.'
'It's not really,' I reply, the man I've spent the day with forefront in my mind, 'Joe works around sixty hours a week.'
'God, you sure he's not secretly loaded? If my father worked that many hours a week I'd never have to fucking work,' Mike says, eyes wider than before and it seems that there is a hint of respect in them.
'If his jobs paid better... but they don't. He's trying so hard to build something better for himself by working his ass off.' I offer as explanation, my mind slipping away into thoughts of Joe, of how proud he is.
'Well, I have to say, despite the fact he's obviously beneath you, you have to respect anyone who works that hard.' Mike comments, and despite the fact half of it is wrong, the other half is completely fucking right.
I smirk at this praise coming from Mike's mouth, something I'm sure he wouldn't be saying, or even thinking if he knew who Joe really was. Maybe I should tell him, use Joe as an example of how he actually has no clue about people. He's lucky he won't ever have to work as a public defence lawyer, there's no way he would be sympathetic enough to win their cases, despite his competitive nature.
'Yeah. Well, I'd better be heading off. Night you guys.'
'Night dude,' Jason concedes, giving up on getting me to stay up with them.
'Have fun at work tomorrow,' Stuart grins mischievously.
'Yeah, it'll be fucking brilliant,' I snort, already hating the idea of having to get up to spend twelve hours pandering to people I just want to slap. 'I'm going to be going straight to Joe's after, so I don't know when you'll see me on Sunday.'
'Okay, see you,' Mike offers, 'dude, turn on the TV, there's got to be some porn on somewhere.'
I'm glad to leave, not wanting to have to sit in uncomfortable silence with them again whilst they watch whatever fake breasted women they want to watch in whatever sexual scenario. Even if it was something I was into, I wouldn't feel right watching it with my friends. Last time they all had their legs crossed like each of them didn't know they were hiding boners in a heavy breathing silence that was almost painful for me. I'm glad they'd never want to watch, or at least openly watch, gay porn. I wouldn't be able to take it, I don't think it's normal for friends to do that, with someone you want to fuck sure, but friends, never.
Opening the door to my room I step in, kicking it shut behind me as I pull off my shirt. I drop my pants on the way to the en suite, shivering a little at the cold air on my skin. Into the bathroom I turn on the shower, testing the water temperature with one hand as I push my boxers down with the other. I'm glad to have some time to myself, a little peace and quiet to get everything straight in my head. It's been so long since Joe spoke to me properly, yet today went as though we hadn't spent any time apart at all. I felt so comfortable with him, both at the movie theatre then back at his place. The conversation had been easy and flowing, talking about everything that people shouldn't find interesting, but I had been enthralled by everything he said, and he has listened to me as though he cared. Slipping into the shower I close my eyes, letting the deliciously warm water patter over my face, soothing my skin.
I can't believe I've found someone like Joe, I don't know how I'll ever be able to thank Frank for giving me the kick in the ass I needed to see him again. I shouldn't have been held back by my own sense of embarrassment, my fear of failure. I should have seen that Joe had too much on his mind with Milo to think about letting me into his life. If I were in the same shoes I sure as hell would be wary of getting close to anyone again, hell, even my break up with Ash had knocked my confidence a little, the reason why I'd checked Joe's medicine cabinet. Reaching for the shower gel I squeeze a little into my hands, rubbing it over my abdomen to clean it of the remnants of Joe.
God that had been amazing, one of the most fulfilling sexual encounters of my life. He is so hot, his body so lean and hard, skin so soft. Kissing him ignites such a passion I've never felt before, a burning desire I doubt could ever be extinguished. Everything about him is just so fucking attractive I can barely cope with it, wanting to make love to him over and over again until I'm too tired; touch and caress every part of his delicious body, smother it with kisses. I want to see him arch in pleasure, hear him gasp and pant the way I had earlier, a line of thick eyelashes on pleasure flushed cheeks as he bites his plump rose lip offset by the two adjacent metal hoops.
I'm not surprised to find that as my hand gets lower it brushes over a growing erection, the mere thought of Joe enough to get me horny even though I'd been in his bed only a few hours ago. No one has turned me on so much in my life, even as a hormone ridden teenager I had less interest in my first boyfriends than I have in Joe now. I thought you were supposed to lose libido as you got older, not gain in capabilities. Letting my shower gel soaped hand slip onto my dick I hiss in pleasure at the slippery contact, running it expertly up and down the length languidly. This isn't something I have to rush, want to rush even. With these images of Joe behind my eyes I want this feeling to last, the way I can't when I'm with him, too desperate to feel his body as intimately close as possible.
A shuddery breath passes my lips as I let my aroused body responds to the action of my hand and the fantasy I try to keep behind my eyes, a personal porno. I think to sucking him off this evening, something I had wanted to do to completion since the last time. I think of how beautiful he looked flushed and panting, the urgent feel of his hand in my hair, my hand pressing over his hip bone. I had looked up, watching his stomach muscles tense as he was close to orgasm, his body's movements not under his control as I brought him closer and closer to the edge. My hand speeds up at the thought, bringing myself as close to the edge as Joe in my mind. He had bucked up into my mouth, my tongue swirling over his velvety, hard dick, making him curse and writhe. Oh god, he's so close, I'm so close. Fuck, Joe. He had come hard into my mouth, moaning my name, gripping my hair as his body gave in to perfect, throbbing ecstasy. Fuck.
'Joe,' I whisper into the steamy air, hips spasming as I come at the memory, legs trembling and weak as the shower spray continues to beat over my shoulders.
I breathe hard, listening to the rapid beating of my heart in my ears as I come down from the high of orgasm. Limbs stronger I wipe my seed from the shower wall with a still soapy hand before adding more shower gel to it, rubbing it over my chest in a business like fashion, the sensuality of before lost. I can't wait to see him tomorrow and I know I'm going to spend the whole day thinking about him, and most of the thoughts won't be clean. This isn't how my mind should be occupied, I need to be concentrating on college, but I have no idea how I'm going to stop this man from overrunning my thoughts. Not that I want to push him out altogether, but I've got to buckle down, another essay to hand in two weeks on Wednesday, this one counting for more than the other and a harder subject matter. I'm going to have to tell him that this will have to take a back seat for a few days so I can get a head start, although after only just managing to get things back on track I don't think it's the right thing to do for our relationship, even if it is the best for my schooling. I guess I'm going to have to see what comes out of my mouth tomorrow, because I'm sure whatever decision I make now will fly out of the fucking window the minute I'm in his house and have a chance to get him naked. I hate that I can only ever really focus on one thing at a time. Why does everything have to be so complicated, or come with a price tag attached to it I don't know if I can afford to pay.