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Authors: Cassandra Carr
Tags: LGBT Contemporary
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his left hand, he fumbled through a reply.
What’s so bad about your roommate?
All the while he’d been idly stroking, and he looked down at himself, sighing. He’d gotten pretty used to jerking off while overseas—whenever there was enough privacy to, anyway, which wasn’t often. Now he had a guy who appeared more than willing to help him scratch the itch, but if their schedules kept clashing, he had no idea when he’d see Vlad next.
Nothing, but he is like a brother.
Joe smiled.
Yeah, a little awkward.
He set the phone down and started jerking again, determined to get release. Even though it had been less than comfortable, the sixty-nine they’d had on the floor the other night had been one of the hottest things Joe had ever done. Thinking about that set him off, and he spilled all over his hand. After grabbing some tissues from the end table, he cleaned himself up and tried to regulate his breathing. Joe went into the bathroom and washed his hands. When he got back to the couch, there was still no reply, and he decided to confess what he’d been doing. Yeah, it was a little sadistic to torture the guy who already had a stiffy, but Joey wanted Vlad to know how much just thinking about him turned Joey on.
I just came. Was thinking about our sixty-nine the other day. Hot stuff.
His cock moved a little again, and Joe groaned. Vlad needed to get back here. Joe would happily give up his ass to the man right now, and he doubted he’d feel differently when Vlad returned. He’d done both in his lifetime, topped and bottomed, and though he preferred topping, bottoming could feel fucking incredible too if the guy knew what he was doing. Joe frowned. He’d have to make sure Vlad took his time and prepared him well. Joe liked rough sex, but there was a difference between rough sex and not-properly-prepared-to-take-a-cock-in-his-ass sex.
Fuck, man. I just had to run into the bathroom.
The image of Vlad looking like a marathon runner but with that log of his between his legs tickled Joe, and he snickered.
Sorry.
He got up to fix himself a snack, bringing the phone with him.
I don’t think you are sorry at all.
Joe grinned. Nope, not in the least . With his snack made, he went back to the couch. The bathroom wasn’t finished, but he was done cleaning for the night. Any of the original enthusiasm he’d had for the project had long since vanished. Flipping on the television, he found a movie he’d already seen a dozen times and settled back with his beer, lying back against the arm of the couch and balancing a bowl of salsa on his belly and the chips between his legs.
He thumbed out another text.
Okay, you got me. I’m not sorry.
Joe took a minute to turn up the sound, enjoying the effect of the surround-sound speakers during the fight scene playing out on-screen.
I’m going to shower, hopefully jerk off without my roommate seeing me, and go to bed. Later.
Shaking with laughter, Joe put a hand down to keep the salsa from landing on the couch.
Good luck tomorrow. Call me so we can set up this date thing.
Relaxing once more, he watched the movie and ate almost half a bag of chips. If he kept this up, he’d have to step up his workouts. Right now, he was getting away with hour-long sessions two or three times a week, but the minute some pudge started to show, he’d step it up. Joe wasn’t sure if all men were like this, but many gay men, himself included, were pretty vain when it came to their appearance. If the straight men he saw around work were any indication, they didn’t give two shits what they looked like. Just today Joe had watched in morbid fascination as a coworker had downed four burgers and two orders of fries, washing it all down with an enormous soda pop. Gross.
Joe fell asleep on the couch, and when he awoke around three in the morning with a crick in his neck, he winced. If he didn’t stretch the kink out now, experience told him he’d be hurting by the time he got up in a few hours.
What’s so bad about your roommate?
All the while he’d been idly stroking, and he looked down at himself, sighing. He’d gotten pretty used to jerking off while overseas—whenever there was enough privacy to, anyway, which wasn’t often. Now he had a guy who appeared more than willing to help him scratch the itch, but if their schedules kept clashing, he had no idea when he’d see Vlad next.
Nothing, but he is like a brother.
Joe smiled.
Yeah, a little awkward.
He set the phone down and started jerking again, determined to get release. Even though it had been less than comfortable, the sixty-nine they’d had on the floor the other night had been one of the hottest things Joe had ever done. Thinking about that set him off, and he spilled all over his hand. After grabbing some tissues from the end table, he cleaned himself up and tried to regulate his breathing. Joe went into the bathroom and washed his hands. When he got back to the couch, there was still no reply, and he decided to confess what he’d been doing. Yeah, it was a little sadistic to torture the guy who already had a stiffy, but Joey wanted Vlad to know how much just thinking about him turned Joey on.
I just came. Was thinking about our sixty-nine the other day. Hot stuff.
His cock moved a little again, and Joe groaned. Vlad needed to get back here. Joe would happily give up his ass to the man right now, and he doubted he’d feel differently when Vlad returned. He’d done both in his lifetime, topped and bottomed, and though he preferred topping, bottoming could feel fucking incredible too if the guy knew what he was doing. Joe frowned. He’d have to make sure Vlad took his time and prepared him well. Joe liked rough sex, but there was a difference between rough sex and not-properly-prepared-to-take-a-cock-in-his-ass sex.
Fuck, man. I just had to run into the bathroom.
The image of Vlad looking like a marathon runner but with that log of his between his legs tickled Joe, and he snickered.
Sorry.
He got up to fix himself a snack, bringing the phone with him.
I don’t think you are sorry at all.
Joe grinned. Nope, not in the least . With his snack made, he went back to the couch. The bathroom wasn’t finished, but he was done cleaning for the night. Any of the original enthusiasm he’d had for the project had long since vanished. Flipping on the television, he found a movie he’d already seen a dozen times and settled back with his beer, lying back against the arm of the couch and balancing a bowl of salsa on his belly and the chips between his legs.
He thumbed out another text.
Okay, you got me. I’m not sorry.
Joe took a minute to turn up the sound, enjoying the effect of the surround-sound speakers during the fight scene playing out on-screen.
I’m going to shower, hopefully jerk off without my roommate seeing me, and go to bed. Later.
Shaking with laughter, Joe put a hand down to keep the salsa from landing on the couch.
Good luck tomorrow. Call me so we can set up this date thing.
Relaxing once more, he watched the movie and ate almost half a bag of chips. If he kept this up, he’d have to step up his workouts. Right now, he was getting away with hour-long sessions two or three times a week, but the minute some pudge started to show, he’d step it up. Joe wasn’t sure if all men were like this, but many gay men, himself included, were pretty vain when it came to their appearance. If the straight men he saw around work were any indication, they didn’t give two shits what they looked like. Just today Joe had watched in morbid fascination as a coworker had downed four burgers and two orders of fries, washing it all down with an enormous soda pop. Gross.
Joe fell asleep on the couch, and when he awoke around three in the morning with a crick in his neck, he winced. If he didn’t stretch the kink out now, experience told him he’d be hurting by the time he got up in a few hours.
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