Page 36 of Wild Stars

Instantly, my memories burst through at the thought of his name, as everything comes crawling back.

The drinks, the dancing, the angels.

Thekiss.

I fucking kissed Matty.

My muscles tighten as I curse in the small space.

And he kissed me back.I can’t have imagined that.

Or his fucking dick grinding against me.

My cock remembers, too, apparently, because the momentthatparticular memory fills my psyche, the appendage twitches and hardens.

I swallow harshly as I remember his groans, his tongue in my fucking mouth.

The hot water runs down my skin and I close my eyes, letting my forehead fall against the black tile.

I take my cock in my hand, and I let out a deep sigh as I stroke myself.

It’s always been part of my morning routine while I shower, and I have a feeling if I don’t take care of this right now, it’s going to make the morning a lot more awkward than it already is.

Because last night I fucking kissed the man of my teenage dreams, and he opened his fucking mouth.

For me.

With the scent of his shampoo and body wash mixing with the eucalyptus, and the steamy thoughts filling my brain of Matty’s tongue against mine, of his fucking hardness against mine, his hands around my throat...it doesn’t take me long.

I suck in a breath as I rock my hips, stroking my cock with steady, fast rhythm.

The drag of my cock through my warm, wet fist is a welcome relief, and I come hard and fast with a deep groan and Matty’s name escaping my lips in a whispered hiss.

The water sprays around me, washing my guilt and my cum down the drain.

My shoulders sink as I pump some more of what I hope is body wash and not shampoo into my hands, cleansing myself once more to make sure I’ve washedallthe evidence away.

When I’m done, I flip off the water, get out, and towel off, noting the towels themselves are softer than anything I’ve ever felt.

A part of me wishes I could stay here.In this nest of soft beds and towels, surrounded by the forest.

It’s a sort of comfort and peace I never knew existed, but now that I do...

I’m more than surprised the boxer briefs fit perfectly.I’ve never been much of a briefs guy in general, mostly because I like things a bit looser, but I can’t deny that when I put them on, they make my junk look huge, and that itself makes me feel pretty good.

I grab the note card, if only to follow the directions to the kitchen, and surprisingly, it’s a lot easier than I thought.I marvel at the black walls and exquisite paintings and photographs lining the walls as I make my way down the hallways to the kitchen.

I have to remember to breathe, because as I come up to the crisp, white room, Matty looks like a fuckinggod.

His slender, black-fitted frame stands out against all the white.He’s fully dressed in his usual gothic-looking attire; a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to showcase his badass constellation tattoos, black pants, and shoes.

He’s always dressed like he’s going to a fucking funeral, and I’ve always kind of dug that about him.

“Sit.”He says the words solidly, like a command.

Part of me wants to argue with him on principle, but another part of me...the part that is connected to my fucking cock, kind of likes when he’s being bossy Batman.

God, what is wrong with me?

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