Page 217 of Phobia
My mind is strained by exhaustion, and it’s only fogging me up more. I’m captivated as he wanders over to his bed and takes a seat, opening up his laptop. He reclines a bit, and I inch closer to the window.
What is he doing?
Suddenly, his hand slips into his briefs. And my balls send a wave of tingles throughout my loins.
“Holy fuck…” I whisper, chomping my lip as he pulls his cock out, and starts jerking it.
Okay… That’s a dick. That’s another man’s dick, right there.
Whoa…
The kid is working his fist up and down, casually watching the computer screen in between dropping his head back in visible pleasure. His wide chest is moving, fluttering with his breaths, and I’m buzzing.
He must be watching porn…
Or maybe he’s video chatting with someone… His girlfriend, or…
Who even cares.This ishot, and I can’t resist grabbing my own dick, stroking it slowly as I watch with the widest eyes my overtired body can manage.
Oh, it feels good. This feels…
“Sogood,” I whimper, tugging on my cock while I gawk at my hot neighbor’slongerection, and the hypnotizing way his hand is moving up, and down.
It’s been a while since I’ve had an orgasm. Several weeks, at least. I’m so wound up already, I can feel the burn spreading like wildfire.
But my hand stops abruptly.
Shit. If I come… it’ll relax me. Make me even more tired…
And then I might fall…
Asleep.
Fingers brushing along my solid flesh, I watch him pumping his fist, contemplating this. It feels too good, lookswaytoo fucking good not to witness. But I shouldn’t come.
No, I can’t. I can’t come, there’s no way…
I’ll have to just bring myself up to the edge, but not tumble over.
Yes. That’s a perfect idea! If I give myself blue-balls, the discomfort will keep me up, for sure.
In that spirit, I pick back up jerking, slowly, tenderly, chills sheeting my flesh at the sight of the hot boy leaning back, further and further on his bed until he’s lying down with his eyes closed, lips parted and shivering.
God, it looks good. He looks like he’s really loving it. I wish I knew what he was watching… What’s getting him so turned on, driving him to beat his cock faster and harder.
The way he’s jerking, making a small hole with his fingers and pushing the head of his dick through, is mesmerizing. He seems really focused on the tip…
And that’s when I notice something… It looks like metal.
My eyes widen.
He has a piercing. Holy motherfucking fuck, the kid’s dick is pierced.
My balls draw up tight in an instant, eager to explode and contract. My dick wants to shoot already, hard and fast, from how fuckingsexythis kid is, and how hot this entire experience is making me.
So I let go of my shaft, gently teasing my nuts until I’m trembling.
“Fffuck yea…” I whine, forcing my eyes open. “You feel that, sexy stranger? You wanna come, don’t you?”
