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asleep around two a.m., Silver woke up with morning wood that just did not quit. He lay there and glared at the ceiling, picturing maggots and roaches and everything disgusting he could come up with, and the blood still pounded until his balls ached. He’d like to blame Zeb for it, but a request to be friends again sometime was not exactly the stuff wet dreams were made of.
For longer than Silver wanted to think about, popping a boner had become nothing more than an annoying body function to take care of. More in line with feeding his growling stomach than taking a dump, but still not worth the fuss. Hell, scratching an actual, hard-to-reach itch had become more satisfying.
He listened before he staggered into the bathroom. He got an earful of Eli and Quinn at night—he didn’t need to catch an eyeful in the morning. Squinting at the dim outlines in the bathroom, Silver realized it wasn’t full light yet. Fuck. He didn’t know what time Quinn had to roll out to make it to work, but Silver remembered that back in his day, high school had started way too fucking early.
Still, it didn’t take much friction to drain his balls when it got like this, and the shower beat any other option for ease of clean up. After washing his hair, he cupped his balls in a slick hand. It had been while he was doing porn that something switched off. Everything still functioned, but it was like he didn’t care if it did.
And then after the positive test, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Right when he was about to come, he’d think about all those spiky-looking cells from the pamphlet, the virus gathering in his nuts, ready to launch. Half the time he’d get there and the thought would freeze him, lock his balls in some kind of vise until he managed a pathetic kind of sputtering shot. He knew it was only his imagination. Knew the pills kept his viral load low. But it was the same with a tiny cut. Thinking about how what came out of him was potentially lethal made him think of the movie aliens with acid for blood. Not exactly a mood enhancement.
Not enough of a mood killer either—his biology didn’t care how fucked up his brain was. His dick was still hard, pulsing with blood, his balls heavy and full.
He put more shower gel on his hand and gripped the shaft, sliding it down. The skin wasn’t completely tight. He wrapped his fingers in a band around the base, wondering if that would help calm things down. One of the guys he did a shoot with had said he sometimes flicked his cock hard with his finger or a rubber band to back off coming too soon. But that sounded like it hurt way too much.
With a sigh, he gave in, stroking fast enough to move things along. Thumb across the head, catching the bump under with the crook of his index finger. Nothing fancy, just scratching the itch so he could get back to sleep. It felt good. But it used to feel amazing.
Like—
And he was barely seventeen again, that first time, dick sliding into Zeb, the unbelievable heat and pressure. It had felt so fucking good, so amazing to have his cock inside Zeb, everything inside Silver seemed to be hot and tight too. His brain shorted out, and his lame mouth said, “God, Zeb, I’m inside you.”
Watching Zeb, the way he licked lips all dark and wet from kissing, feeling the ripple and squeeze of those muscles, the prickle of hair on Zeb’s ass against Silver’s balls, it made him have to thrust. And though Zeb’s face screwed up in a grimace, he grabbed on to Silver’s ass and pulled him in deeper. Took him all the way inside.
Two more thrusts, and the look on Zeb’s face became one of surprise. He grunted, tipping his hips up farther. “Jordie, fuck me.”
And that had been it. Over in a flash, as quick and sudden as lightning, he was at the peak and hanging there so sweet and perfect he never wanted to come down. But he did, hips slamming against Zeb, dick pumping over and over as his balls emptied.
In Eli and Quinn’s shower, Silver bit his
For longer than Silver wanted to think about, popping a boner had become nothing more than an annoying body function to take care of. More in line with feeding his growling stomach than taking a dump, but still not worth the fuss. Hell, scratching an actual, hard-to-reach itch had become more satisfying.
He listened before he staggered into the bathroom. He got an earful of Eli and Quinn at night—he didn’t need to catch an eyeful in the morning. Squinting at the dim outlines in the bathroom, Silver realized it wasn’t full light yet. Fuck. He didn’t know what time Quinn had to roll out to make it to work, but Silver remembered that back in his day, high school had started way too fucking early.
Still, it didn’t take much friction to drain his balls when it got like this, and the shower beat any other option for ease of clean up. After washing his hair, he cupped his balls in a slick hand. It had been while he was doing porn that something switched off. Everything still functioned, but it was like he didn’t care if it did.
And then after the positive test, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Right when he was about to come, he’d think about all those spiky-looking cells from the pamphlet, the virus gathering in his nuts, ready to launch. Half the time he’d get there and the thought would freeze him, lock his balls in some kind of vise until he managed a pathetic kind of sputtering shot. He knew it was only his imagination. Knew the pills kept his viral load low. But it was the same with a tiny cut. Thinking about how what came out of him was potentially lethal made him think of the movie aliens with acid for blood. Not exactly a mood enhancement.
Not enough of a mood killer either—his biology didn’t care how fucked up his brain was. His dick was still hard, pulsing with blood, his balls heavy and full.
He put more shower gel on his hand and gripped the shaft, sliding it down. The skin wasn’t completely tight. He wrapped his fingers in a band around the base, wondering if that would help calm things down. One of the guys he did a shoot with had said he sometimes flicked his cock hard with his finger or a rubber band to back off coming too soon. But that sounded like it hurt way too much.
With a sigh, he gave in, stroking fast enough to move things along. Thumb across the head, catching the bump under with the crook of his index finger. Nothing fancy, just scratching the itch so he could get back to sleep. It felt good. But it used to feel amazing.
Like—
And he was barely seventeen again, that first time, dick sliding into Zeb, the unbelievable heat and pressure. It had felt so fucking good, so amazing to have his cock inside Zeb, everything inside Silver seemed to be hot and tight too. His brain shorted out, and his lame mouth said, “God, Zeb, I’m inside you.”
Watching Zeb, the way he licked lips all dark and wet from kissing, feeling the ripple and squeeze of those muscles, the prickle of hair on Zeb’s ass against Silver’s balls, it made him have to thrust. And though Zeb’s face screwed up in a grimace, he grabbed on to Silver’s ass and pulled him in deeper. Took him all the way inside.
Two more thrusts, and the look on Zeb’s face became one of surprise. He grunted, tipping his hips up farther. “Jordie, fuck me.”
And that had been it. Over in a flash, as quick and sudden as lightning, he was at the peak and hanging there so sweet and perfect he never wanted to come down. But he did, hips slamming against Zeb, dick pumping over and over as his balls emptied.
In Eli and Quinn’s shower, Silver bit his
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