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toward the brink of orgasm.  
    “Goddammit,” he bit out, straining for release but feeling it begin to retreat.  
    When he let go of his cock in frustration, he walked to the wide expanse of windows that lined an entire wall of his bedroom and yanked open the curtains. He pressed his hand against the glass and scanned the view of the city as he held his erection in the other. While scanning the buildings nearby, he stroked himself, wanting to feel the eyes of a stranger on him as he fucked his hand.  
    His gaze skidded to a stop on a well-lit bedroom in the building across from him. Standing inside was a woman drawing a dress down her shoulders as she looked behind her. Evan let his eyes move to the entryway of her room and saw a man making his way toward her while pulling his shirt from his pants and unbuttoning it along the way.
    Oh fuck yes, this will do.
    He stayed focused on the scene unfolding in front of him as he steadily began to pump his shaft. Random strangers fucking for his benefit was something he could definitely get off to.  
    The woman’s dress was now on the floor, kicked aside, and the man’s shirt was gone and his pants undone. Then the man pulled the strap of her bra down and bared one breast to both of them, unbeknownst to her. When he leaned down to suck her nipple into his mouth, Evan let out a groan, wishing he were in the room so he could enjoy the smell of sex he knew would surround them. He kept watching them with his dick in his hand, his balls ready to explode.
    Gasping, he was so turned on that his breath was fogging up the glass, but he couldn’t get to the point of release. Dropping his head on the forearm he had pressed against the window, he cursed, trying desperately to relieve the ache building inside him. Sweat dripped down his face as he looked up at the couple again. Now, she was on her stomach, her ass up, and he was driving every inch of himself into her at a frantic pace. Evan tried to match his own thrusts with theirs, gripping his shaft tighter, watching as they fucked each other until they both collapsed in sated exhaustion. But still, he remained unsatisfied.  
    Frustrated, he pushed away from the window and turned, gripping his hair in his hands and looking around the room. He’d done this many times before—gotten himself to a state where he was searching for anything he could possibly use to get himself off. And though he knew it was the lowest of the low, his bed called to him.
    The large, king-sized mattress took up most of the space, and the computer that sat on the desk against the wall cast a low light over the white sheets. He knew it would be a sure fucking way to relieve the tension that had built inside him, and at this point, sticking his dick between anything that was a tight fit other than his fist seemed like a stellar option.  
    He walked to the bathroom and took a small jar of Vaseline out of the medicine cabinet before heading to the kitchen for a Ziploc bag. As he headed back into his bedroom, he glanced at the computer screen and his cock jumped at the sight of her.  
    He knelt beside his bed and opened the jar, coating a thick layer around his semi-hard erection and sighing with relief as the balm eased his raw skin. Then he placed the plastic bag over his length and raised his mattress up slightly. Positioning his cock at the opening between the two mattresses, he slid in an inch and then let go of his hold on the top layer, letting the weight of it press firmly against him as he pushed farther inside.  
    He gripped the edge of the bed until his knuckles whitened and closed his eyes. The sheer relief from having such a restrictive clasp around his cock was enough to have him back to being fully erect. When he slowly pulled his hips back, the heavy pressure reminded him of times he’d sought this kind of raw fulfillment before.  
    As a boy, he’d discovered that, if he knelt in place and held on to the bed, he could fuck himself into a