Page 30 of What I've Tasted of Desire

“You’re wrong! I will be enough for him. I’ll be everything Alex needs!”

Tom is everything Alex needs…

I had to make Alex start taking Tom’s stalking more seriously. Alex looked at Tom through rose-colored glasses. They’d had a trauma bond since they were young, naturally, and that had kept Alex blind to a lot of Tom’s shortcomings. It was time for Alex to realize how dangerous Tom actually was. That was my job—to warn Alex, and to reassure him that I could protect him.

With new-found purpose, I grabbed my phone and scrolled to find the picture Alex had taken of his ass after he shaved for me before our date. He had deleted it off his phone, but every picture Alex took was automatically uploaded to my server. I hurried across the condo into the spare bedroom and pulled feverishly at the drywall. Once I ducked into my office, I walked over to the counter and turned on my Bluetooth photo printer.

As the device established a connection to my phone, I walked over to the chest freezer in the corner. I flipped the lid open and stared down at Barbara’s head, her expression agog.

“I don’t want to hear a fucking peep from you tonight. Got me? I’m not in thefuckingmood!” I slammed the freezer door closed as the small printer began to beep, indicating the print job had started.

I moved over to the desk, pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, and began to write.

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I kept towards the dark fence-line, skimming like a water bug between the few points of light coming from neighboring porches. Alex had been in the tub for six minutes now; I had another 10 (give or take) before he’d walk from the bathroom back to his bedroom. He’d shed his towel, dry his hair, and then he’d lie down on his bed, searchgay firefighter porn,and I’d get to watch him worship himself. That was, if I could get across the back fence and up into the tree.

I climbed up with minimal effort, thankful the city hadn’t put any lights whatsoever in the back of the property yet. With a deftness borne of repeated trips, I scaled the bark of the massive tree up to the second set of branches. They were thick and sturdy and provided enough shelter from view, even in the dead of winter.

I got myself situated in the crook of a thick limb, my legs out in front of me, and my back braced up against the trunk. I was only about 12 feet off the ground, but it gave me the perfect height and angle to see in Alex’s window.

“Good evening, sweetheart,” I whispered as I watched him walk into his room through my binoculars. His hair was still damp, and he had his towel draped around his lithe waist. “God, there is no greater beauty on earth.”

Alex docked his phone on the nightstand and pulled off his towel. My breath hitched as I got a clear view of him, just like it did every time. His pubes were trimmed up and short, giving me a great view of his dick and balls. He was flaccid, and his round, purple tip sat nestled between his balls. He looked like a Greek statue, his modest prick perfectly suited to his stature. When he got hard, he was five and three-quarters. Aboyfriend cock, I believed they called that size.

I couldn’t wait to suck him off. I had been practicing with a dildo I had found online that was really close to Alex’s length and thickness. I could confidently take it into my mouth entirely without gagging, now. I wanted to taste him, to savor his uniqueness and swallow down every drop of his release. Without it ever hitting my tongue—yet—I knew instinctively it was too good to be wasted.

My dick jumped in my pants, watching Alex dry himself off as I thought about drinking his seed. I longed to put a hand to myself as Alex splayed out across his bed and picked up his phone.

“Yeah. You ready to give me a show, sexy boy?”

I longed to touch myself as he sat up, his back against the headboard and his legs splayed wide in front of him. I’d masturbated with Alex many times, but, unfortunately, that was out of the question tonight. I had to go into Westing House and leave the letter after Alex had fallen asleep. I couldn’t risk a stray pube or any drop of my DNA anywhere on the envelope or my gloves.

No, tonight was just about the show. Seeing Alex have pleasure was more than enough to satisfy me. I didn’t deserve a release, anyway. I wasn’t an overly-sexual person to begin with, but, after I’d lost control with the call-boy, I had decided not to come again, for any reason, until it was with Alex. And that would be Alex’s call.

Alex, andonlyAlex, got to decide when, where and how often I had an orgasm from that point on.

Meanwhile, Alex’s prick had started to swell as he scrolled on his phone. He hadn’t touched it yet, but it had become thicker and had rolled off his balls to rest against his lower abdomen. He wasn't fully erect, but he was getting there.

I longed to slurp up his soft prick and feel it grow and stretch in my mouth as I nursed on the tip of it like a kitten searching for milk. I’d split his slit open with my tongue to taste the salt of his skin, and he’d moan as I slipped my fingers inside of him…

Alex’s face began to grow darker in the soft glow of his phone screen as he reached down with his free hand and finally touched his cock.

“Oh yeah, baby. Touch yourself. Are you wet yet? Are we watching big, hunky firefighters fuck little twinks into oblivion and imagining that it’s me and you?”

Alex curled his bottom lip between his teeth as he swirled his fist around his tip. “Oh, youarewet… you beautiful creature. Are you wet for me?”

Alex’s eyes were half-lidded as he changed his pace and started pumping his cock at length.

“You’re getting close…” I marveled. “How far will you shoot this evening? Will it gush out and pool in your belly button, or is it a squirter?”

Sometimes Alex really got himself going, and he’d shoot spurts of cum clear up to his nipples. That was my favorite… when he gushed like a goddamn fountain.

Alex tossed his phone aside and let his head fall back against the wall as his eyes fluttered shut. He reached down and slipped his other hand between his thighs. “Oh yeah, baby. Touch your hole while you come.”

I’d never seen Alex finger himself or use any toys. The only time he was penetrated was with Tom. Sometimes I wondered if he actually liked to get fucked, or if he just obliged the massive douchebag. Alex would play with his ass from time to time, though, rubbing around his hole as seen here.

Alex’s chest began to rise and fall more rapidly, and he opened his mouth a little wider. “That’s it, love. Make yourself feel good. There it is, you fucking angel.”

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