Page 69 of Switch Pitching

“So,” I start. “About thatissuefrom earlier…”

Ethan looks at me and rolls his eyes. “You’re quite insistent, you know?”

“I am. Sue me for thinking you’re hot.”

There’s no time for me to say anything else because Ethan’s climbing onto the bed, smirking at me. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world as Ethan pulls my shorts down and releases my cock, only to envelop it in his perfect mouth.

Nobody, and I meannobody, has ever done this to me so well. I swear I’m about to fall apart in the best kind of way.

Ethan hums contentedly and it doesn’t take long before I convulse, exploding into his mouth while yelling out his name and a bunch of curses. Ethan keeps up the sweet suction as my climax finishes pulsing through my body. Eventually, he slows down, releasing me and rolling over.

I exhale loudly. “I needed that so fucking bad.”

Ethan laughs. “For real? I wouldn’t have guessed.”

“You have no idea howhardtoday was,” I groan, putting suggestive emphasis on the end of my sentence.

“Oh, I’ll bet, must’ve been devastating to not jack off ten times today,” he chirps.

“I don’t jerk off ten times a day! Stop projecting!”

Seriously, if Ethan was injured like me, he would have begged me to get him off at least three times by now, if not more. That guy is so goddamn horny, and that’s coming from me.

“Yeah, right. If today was bad, how are you gonna survive next week?” he asks.

Oh shit. The team is leaving for a week-long, six-game road trip tomorrow.

“Can you stay behind?” I’m only half-joking when I ask.

“What would I even say? ‘Hey, Coach, I’m sitting out the next six games because James needs me to stay home and suck him off or else he won’t be alive to play next year’?”

Okay, he has a point, but I’m at least a week from being able to move my shoulder again.

“I’ll figure something out,” I mutter.

Today sucked and next week is gonna suck. Everything sucks.

Ethan leaves early the next morning, as expected, but he makes sure to take care of me one last time before I have to spend the next seven days alone. Right on schedule, at around two in the afternoon, that familiar tingly, horny itch starts to radiate out from my dick. I take a break from pacing the house and flop onto the couch, groaning. It hasn’t even been six hours and I’m already crawling out of my skin.

Right as I’m thinking of ways to solve my conundrum without defiling any of the furniture, I hear the doorbell chime with a delivery notification. Intrigued, I retrieve a small, heavy box from the doormat and gingerly open it on the kitchen counter with a stray pair of scissors.

Then I burst out laughing.

Ethan sent me a Super Stroker 5000. With a suction cup on the end. And a liter-sized bottle of lube. I balance a paper towel on my bandaged wrist to wipe my eyes, wondering why I didn’t think of this first, and then I realize that there’s a gift note inside the box.

Thought you might need some help with your concerns. Hopefully this is enough to last you until I come back.

-Ethan

I snicker. Typical Ethan, managing to be his usual thoughtful self while still making me laugh. Right now, though, there’s a more pressing matter to deal with. Not wasting any time, I gather up the cylinder and bottle in my arms, wobbling over to the spa-bathroom. I give the sleeve a cursory rinse with the shower head, suction it to the wall, and squirt some lube inside. Once I’m done, I drop my shorts and expose my hard, desperate cock before ramming it in.

It’s so good. I thrust in and out, fast and needy, and it doesn’t take long for me to come hard with a satisfied sigh. My head spinning, I slide my softening erection out and lean back against the shower glass.

Then the post-nut clarity hits, and I come to terms with the fact that I busted a nut inside a glorified plastic tube. I’m a slave to my dick, and it’s apparently well-known enough for my boyfriend to overnight a sex toy to our house.

As I rinse the Super Stroker 5000 out, I decide once and for all that no, this is not pathetic. Yeah, I’m stupidly horny, but I’m gonna be honest, that usually doesn’t cause any problems for me. In fact, it’s pretty great. Sex is awesome. It’s just that whenboth of my arms are out of commission and Ethan’s away, my life gets a tiny bit more difficult.

I make sure to send Ethan a thank-you text once I leave the bathroom. His response is almost instant.

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