DO YOU KNOW WHAT SUCK THE HEADS MEANS
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Weeks and weeks with no touches, no closeness, no love. Ellis was so used to touching people, hugging them or giving small kisses with his naturally pouting lips. Back in Savannah, people always shook hands at church and exchanged tight hugs after brunch at the local Denny's, whether they knew each other well or not. The hick had always been raised with physical affection, and the most he'd gotten in the past few weeks was accidentally brushing his hand against Rochelle's and getting a slap on the back or two from Coach. And Nick usually stayed as far away from the boy as he could, unless he was yanking him up from being incapacitated-- and that was hardly a caring gesture, the way the conman did it.
Ellis was a young man with certain needs, and he tried to be kind to Rochelle, maybe be interested in her. She was a little older, but really, when it all came down to it, he didn't find her intriguing at all. Now don't get him wrong, he found her very beautiful, but he wasn't... sexually attracted. When he lay in the saferoom at night, tossing and turning on the concrete floor, or the old sleeping bag, or a ratty couch-- whatever it may be-- he wouldn't be lulled to sleep by thoughts of Rochelle or any other woman overtaking his thoughts. He would sigh in frustration, curling up and burying his face into his arms. He wasn't aware of the man in the suit who was watching him through the dark.
One night, they'd been lucky enough to find a sturdy family residence that had been turned into a saferoom. As soon as the door was blocked and barred, the four went to find their own rooms. Coach claimed the master, Rochelle took what was once a young girl's room. Ellis was content with the couch in the living room, and Nick (who was grumbling about not having the master room) took the guest room. They managed to find enough food to have a decent meal in the kitchen, and then all went to their beds to sleep.
Ellis lay on the couch, alone for the second time in several weeks. He looked at the television across from him, wondering if they had a DVD player and some movies-- it'd be nice to watch a movie. Comforting, maybe. He decided then that it may wake up his friends or make too much noise, and sighed, sticking out his lip in disappointment. He perked up again as he came up with another idea, thinking it'd be nice to get it out of the way now instead of suffering later.
He slowly stroked the crotch of his coveralls, letting out a soft hum. He untied the arms and unzipped them slowly, tugging his yellow shirt up enough to reveal his defined abs. He pushed his coveralls down his hips just enough so that he could pull his member from his boxers, sliding his closed fist up it a few times to bring it to life.
He was so into what he was about to do that he didn't notice a soft creak on the carpeted stairs and Nick tromping down the hallway to go into the kitchen-- that was adjoined to the den where Ellis lay. Nick stopped when he heard small gasps and lingered in the dark doorway, stripped of his white jacket and pants, in a wifebeater and his briefs. He crouched down a bit, squinting and getting his eyes used to the darkness so that he could watch Ellis' outline.
Ellis slowly pumped himself, biting his bottom lip just hard enough to leave an indent and also to silence his small pants. He arched his back slightly, reaching up to rub his chest while he jacked off, finally releasing a soft whimper and a quiet "Aw, yeah...~"
Nick's initial reaction was-- being disturbed. He always viewed the kid as being innocent, like a little child. With those big blue eyes and the way he never stopped talking, the conman would think that Ellis was stuck in the mental-state of a ten-year-old, or younger. On the other hand, it was also sort of-- hot. All opinions aside, Ellis was an adult man, and he had things to take care of. He knew he shouldn't be watching this and should return to his room silently, maybe even make a ruckus going into the kitchen so he could make the kid stop-- but something kept him there.
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Ellis wasn't going to last much longer. His hips bounced gently as he forgot himself, moaning softly and looking down at his throbbing member, growling low.
"C'mon," he whined, "Nn, right there...~"
Nick shut his eyes slowly as he thrust his own length into his fist. Ellis' words pulsed through his brain and he whispered a reply.
"Yeah... you like that, hayseed?" he hissed, grunting quietly.
Ellis wasn't sure if he was dreaming or what he'd just heard was reality, but he was too delirious and filled with lust that he didn't care. All of a sudden, a wave of pleasure coursed through him-- but he didn't yet come.
"Yeah..." he cried, "So much... please-- more--"
Ellis' breath became ragged and he pumped fast just twice more before releasing over his abdomen. He cried out as it continued shooting in small spurts, until he was empty and completely spent. He fluttered his eyelashes, groaning and flopping back against the cushions.
Nick watched him writhe as he came, and released his own seed very soon after, catching the white liquid in his palm. He winced, shivering at the feel-- he slowly stood, tucking himself back in, and quickly headed up the stairs to go scrub his hands clean. The outline of Ellis stayed fresh in his mind, and he had to shake it off as to not get hard all over again.
Ellis panted softly, gently stroking his limp member and tucking it back into his boxers. He wiped the mess from his stomach and blushed as he sat up to go find a towel somewhere in the kitchen-- he heard a door close upstairs and blinked, trying not to think too much about it as he adjusted himself.
He realized then that someone had spoken to him and felt his entire body get hot. Then he thought of the three he was sharing this house with. Coach? Ugh, no-- he couldn't see the fatherly man ever doing such a thing. Rochelle? No, she would've been too embarrassed to say anything. Nick...? ... No.
He must've been imagining it.
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I loved it! And it was kept in character! :,D
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