And So it Begins Part 1
The remembered sound of his clipped cadences brings a smile to your lips. You slouch further into the cushions, letting your head fall back as you conjure the feeling of his breath on your skin. The vibration from his moans, rumbling against your chest. The ease with which he moves through the world, navigating his limbs along side yours.
You are hard before you even realize it.
Not because you need to get off, but because you need to cement the fantasy of Brian firmly in your head do you undo your belt and fly, letting your hand work its way to your cock.
You sigh gently at the familiar touch of your long fingers, pulling a few lazy strokes up towards the tip before flattening your palm and letting your fingertips toy with your sack. You close your eyes and imagine his firm hand instead of yours. Your mouth opens, your tongue tasting the air, as if seeking contact with his. Your hips rise up and you miss the weight of him on top of you. The heat his closeness brought you.
You pull in one shaky breath and then another and then hold it, clenching your eyes closed. Your right hand moves faster, while your left clutches the edge of the couch. Every sensation is heightened as your lungs begin to burn. You need to breath, but the contrasting feelings of panic and pleasure that bind together, are too incredible to allow yourself to exhale. You can feel your heart pound faster in your chest. You edge closer and closer to climax, white dots appearing behind your eyes and finally, you let the air out in a single choked breath when you can’t keep it in anymore.
Your hand keeps up its rapid pace as you imagine the smell of his skin. The feel of his sheets. The fullness of having him inside you. You are amazed that after only two days, the images you conjure can be so vivid. You find that you are panting his name, short gasps of “Bri…” The second syllable of his name getting choked somewhere in your throat as you reach the breaking point, shouting shout out some unintelligible cry as you come.
The sound seems strange in your empty apartment, and your satisfied sighs soon turn into laughter, even while your seed continues to erupt from your swollen head. You feel a bit ridiculous, letting yourself be so vocal when there is no one here to hear you.
If a man jerks off alone, does he cry out? You snort at your attempt at whit.
“Well, this one clearly does.” You say to the room.
But then after two days straight of mind blowing sex with Brian, who could really blame you for shouting out his name? His sex appeal and magnetism are irresistible. For you, and you are sure for many other men. But, for you, the attraction goes so far beyond the physical, so far beyond the emotional. You realize you need to know him. To learn how he lives so comfortably in his own body, unashamed of his past or life choices.
And you feel part of him needs you as well. You have seen only glimpses of them, but his dark places seem strangely familiar to yours and perhaps you can cancel each other’s out. Let two negatives make a positive.
You open your eyes to see the mess all over your shirt. Even after all your orgasms in the past few days, you are a virile young man and have suddenly made yourself in need of a shower.
You get up off the couch with an even bigger smile on your face than you had before. Not only because you just had the best wank you’ve had in over a year, but also because, for the first time in just as long, you have Saturday night plans.
All thanks to a certain, Mr. Kinney.
You are hard before you even realize it.
Not because you need to get off, but because you need to cement the fantasy of Brian firmly in your head do you undo your belt and fly, letting your hand work its way to your cock.
You sigh gently at the familiar touch of your long fingers, pulling a few lazy strokes up towards the tip before flattening your palm and letting your fingertips toy with your sack. You close your eyes and imagine his firm hand instead of yours. Your mouth opens, your tongue tasting the air, as if seeking contact with his. Your hips rise up and you miss the weight of him on top of you. The heat his closeness brought you.
You pull in one shaky breath and then another and then hold it, clenching your eyes closed. Your right hand moves faster, while your left clutches the edge of the couch. Every sensation is heightened as your lungs begin to burn. You need to breath, but the contrasting feelings of panic and pleasure that bind together, are too incredible to allow yourself to exhale. You can feel your heart pound faster in your chest. You edge closer and closer to climax, white dots appearing behind your eyes and finally, you let the air out in a single choked breath when you can’t keep it in anymore.
Your hand keeps up its rapid pace as you imagine the smell of his skin. The feel of his sheets. The fullness of having him inside you. You are amazed that after only two days, the images you conjure can be so vivid. You find that you are panting his name, short gasps of “Bri…” The second syllable of his name getting choked somewhere in your throat as you reach the breaking point, shouting shout out some unintelligible cry as you come.
The sound seems strange in your empty apartment, and your satisfied sighs soon turn into laughter, even while your seed continues to erupt from your swollen head. You feel a bit ridiculous, letting yourself be so vocal when there is no one here to hear you.
If a man jerks off alone, does he cry out? You snort at your attempt at whit.
“Well, this one clearly does.” You say to the room.
But then after two days straight of mind blowing sex with Brian, who could really blame you for shouting out his name? His sex appeal and magnetism are irresistible. For you, and you are sure for many other men. But, for you, the attraction goes so far beyond the physical, so far beyond the emotional. You realize you need to know him. To learn how he lives so comfortably in his own body, unashamed of his past or life choices.
And you feel part of him needs you as well. You have seen only glimpses of them, but his dark places seem strangely familiar to yours and perhaps you can cancel each other’s out. Let two negatives make a positive.
You open your eyes to see the mess all over your shirt. Even after all your orgasms in the past few days, you are a virile young man and have suddenly made yourself in need of a shower.
You get up off the couch with an even bigger smile on your face than you had before. Not only because you just had the best wank you’ve had in over a year, but also because, for the first time in just as long, you have Saturday night plans.
All thanks to a certain, Mr. Kinney.