Page 15 of Strong Side

Time to put on a show.

1. Talk Dirty - Daniel Di Angelo

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Re-Rocked Up

Rockwell

What in the fuck was that?

I’m staring at the wall in front of my bed, still in my towel, as I hear Clay turn the shower on. I hope to fuck he wasn’t in here while I was in the shower jacking off harder than I have in a while; I know for a fact his name came out of my mouth loud enough for him to hear if he was.

Deciding to get out of my head, I stand and throw my thin gray joggers and my old Bulls crop top on. I also put my earring and nose ring back in. I fucking hate having to take them out for games.

Right as I get my nose ring through, I hear the loudest moan I’ve ever heard in my life echoing off the bathroom walls.

Fuck no, he is not.

“You feel so good, Baby.” No, no, no. The one fucking time I don’t bring my soundproof headphones. “Slow down, please.” My cock starts twitching to life again at the sound of his obnoxious moans.

So much for thinking rubbing one out would get Clay out of my system. I have a bad feeling he’s going to fully fill my masturbation fantasies from here on out, and that shouldn’t be happening.

I’m straight.

Or at least I thought I was until Clayton FUCKING Aldrich came crashing into my life.

But I’m not above storing this away in the spank bank. I pull my phone out, go to the voice memo app, lean against the wall by the bathroom door, and hit record. This dick bag knows what he’s doing, too. Why else would he leave the door wide the fuck open?

He’s almost whimpering now. “Rocky, Baby.”

The way my name sounds falling from his lips, and that nickname, has the potential to be my undoing. I have to get some relief. With my free hand, I start rubbing my fully erect cock once again through my joggers. This is getting ridiculous, but I can’t find it in me to care.

After this, I really am done. I can’t do this. Especially with my fucking doubles partner.

“You’re going to let me take that tight hole of yours?” I gasp out unexpectedly and cover my mouth with my free hand, but not before I hear Clay snicker. He knows I’m out here listening; he’s putting on an erotic audio show just for me.

I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me that someone’s ass is going to be getting used, and I’m not entirely repulsed by it being mine.

Shamelessly, I pull my cock out and palm it in the strong grip I love so much. I’ve got to make this quick since he’s probably almost done, and I sure as shit don’t need him getting out and seeing me with my dick in my hand and my phone out recording his filthy sounds.

“Is your hand as tight around your cock as mine is, Baby?” I have to bite my lip to keep him from hearing the moan that’s wanting to escape me. “Can you come with me?”

I can hear him pumping his cock. He’s getting faster and faster, and I find myself matching his rhythm.

Before I know it, the back of my thighs start to tingle in the all-too-familiar feeling. “Fuck, Rocky, Baby. I’m co-coming.” That sends the lightning shock I was waiting for right to my lower back and down my balls. I throwmy head back, trying to stay as quiet as I can, but it gets past my lips again. “Fuck, Clay.”

I’ve barely finished when I hear the shower shutting off, pulling me out of my blissed-out space for the second time tonight. I hurry to hit the stop button on the recording and wipe my hand and dick on my joggers to clean my orgasm off. Practically sprinting to my duffle, I dig through it for another pair of pants. I throw my soiled ones onto the floor and step into the new pair right as Clay walks out of the bathroom with a sick look of joy covering his stupidly perfect face.

11

Anyone Want A Sausage?

Clayton

The rest of our evening was filled with tension—both awkward and sexual—so thick you could cut it with a knife. No matter how hard I tried to get the same smile I saw earlier that day I just couldn’t do it. Not after I ordered his favorite pizza for dinner, not when I said we could watchLove Island—which I’ve never seen a straight man watch that show, but that’s neither here nor there—and not even when I offered to cuddle when we went to bed. That one was a major loss for him there because I am a top-tier big spoon.

1It was all worth it, though. What may have started as a game to show Rocky that he’s not the only one who’s having those thoughts, very quickly turned into quite possibly the hottest five minutes of my entire life. And all I was doing was touching myself.

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