Page 1 of Screens Apart

Part One: Batteries

Simon

The prostate massager buried firmly in my ass gave a last half-hearted buzz and died as the batteries finally went flat, and the orgasm that had been barreling through my body receded so quickly I actually went lightheaded.

“Fuck,” I whined as a pathetic ribbon of cum dribbled from my cock.

An expertly ruined orgasm: a skill many Doms have spent their time trying to perfect, and I managed to unintentionally do it to myself.

“Fuck.” I sighed, flopping back onto my pillows and looking at the pile of toys next to me on the bed, each one as flat as a fucking pancake because apparently today was the day the batteries ran out in every single one of them. I seriously needed to get an ordinary dildo that wasn’t going to die on me halfway through my alone time. I could probably just jerk off without one, but I loved having something in my ass when I came.

I carefully removed the dead massager, throwing it on the pile before grabbing a tissue from the box on my bedside table and cleaning up the mess on my stomach. I needed a shower and to clean some of my toys before my roommates returned, and I really didn’t need them to seejusthow many vibrating massagers and dildos I owned.

It probably wouldn’t bother Taylor, since I got the feeling he probably had a collection that was just as big as mine, but Steve would bitch about me washing them in the sink that he and I shared.

That couldn’t really be helped though. I mean, they needed cleaning and neither of us had an en-suite bathroom. When the three of us had moved in here, Taylor had managed to nab the one room with its own tiny bathroom and that was because he was the only one who could fit in the shower.

I grabbed my phone off the duvet where I’d abandoned it earlier, the porn I’d been watching still paused on the screen. I closed the window, and thumbed through Twitter and Facebook idly, passing time until I could be bothered to move. When I’d finished scrolling, I pulled up Pornblr to check in on my blog and see if I had any new messages. Specifically, any new messages from my charismatic online crush, Mr. Smith. I was hoping he might be around to distract me, but since his last message had been about going into a meeting with his boss, I figured he was still busy.

“Come on,” I muttered to myself, finally giving in and hauling my ass off the mattress before throwing on an old pair of jogging bottoms and a t-shirt to make the quick walk to the bathroom. I knew it was stupid to get dressed for literally a minute, but I’d always been a little shy about my body, which was difficult because I’m hardly unnoticeable.

I’m six foot three and built like a tank. One of my previous boyfriends once described me as a solid wall of muscle, and even though it was meant as a compliment, it had made my heart sink.

I’ve always been a naturally big guy, just like everyone else in my family. But unlike them, I’d never been comfortable wandering around shirtless, and even on the hottest days I’d always worn a t-shirt and jeans. Unless I was in the privacy of my own room, then things were different.

Very different.

It had started a couple of years ago when I’d discovered Pornblr, an adult blogging site that was basically a very, very kinky, porn-filled version of Tumblr.

Ever since I’d realised I was gay and then discovered porn, I’d had a fascination with men in panties and lingerie. It just looked so pretty and soft, and I’d always fantasised about what it would feel like to slide something so delicate over my thighs. But I’d always thought it wouldn’t look right on me. Then I’d found a couple of Pornblr blogs that featured thick, muscular guys in lingerie, and I’d been hooked. They’d all looked amazing, and in a moment of courage I’d ordered my first few pairs of panties online after agonizing over the website’s size-guides.

As soon as I’d pulled them on, I’d known I’d found something I loved. The feel of the soft satin on my dick, the bold colour of the bright blue against my skin, and the way the panties clung to the curves of my ass made me feel more incredible than I had in my whole life.

One month and a lot of spending later, my blog, Thick Boy in Lace, was born. I wasn’t overly fond of the name if I was being honest, but it was one that was actually available. And I hadn’t been able to think of anything better.

I wasn’t quite surewhyI’d created my blog, but I had. And since I could do it anonymously without anyone seeing my face, it was the perfect way to showcase my dirty little secret.

Maybe it was because I loved guys commenting about how sexy I was, how much they loved my ass, and how much they wanted to fuck me. It was everything I didn’t get from dating, and I loved it.

“Shit,” I muttered, checking the time on my phone. I grabbed the toys that needed washing and dug the little bottle of toy cleaner out of my bedside table drawer before heading to the bathroom. The flat was still quiet, which meant that Taylor and Steve weren’t back from work yet.

There were definitely benefits to starting work earlier in the morning, because it meant I always finished at least an hour earlier than either of my roommates.

Even so, I still washed everything quickly and hurried through a shower. The water pressure was horrible here so there was no point in taking a long shower anyway, but somehow Steve always managed to hog the bathroom for close to an hour every morning, even though he didn’t have to leave for work until at least an hour after I did. I assumed it was because he was obsessed with making sure his hair was perfect, but why he couldn’t just buy a mirror and do it in his room was beyond me.

I was just shoving all my toys back into their drawer and making a mental note to order some new batteries when I heard the familiar bang of the front door and Taylor calling out.

“Hey,” I called back, sticking my head around the door. “You okay?”

“Rough day,” Taylor said as his face appeared around the kitchen door, a brand-new and expensive looking bottle of whiskey in his outstretched hand. “Come drink with me. Please?”

“Fine, let me just get dressed.”

“Ooooh are you naked? Let me see!” Taylor laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. I just rolled my eyes and shut the door, pulling on my comfy clothes again, but I could feel my cheeks burning.

Taylor was a natural flirt, always joking about how sexy he found my muscles and how strong I was. Once he’d even wolf-whistled at me when I’d been wearing a t-shirt that was a little too tight across my chest. It had felt like my whole body had blushed then, but at the same time, I’d also been a tiny bit pleased. Even though Taylor was my friend and my housemate, I couldn’t help harbouring a tiny crush on him.

Okay, forget tiny crush. Try gigantic.

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