Page 218 of Phobia
I can imagine him panting out rough breaths, the sounds of his fist slapping harder and harder. My dick is leaking on my abs, dribbles of precum running into my belly button. I want to lie down too, but I can’t. I need to see him. I’mdesperateto watch him come…
I never knew I could want this. I never thought seeing a guy stroking his big cock would make me so goddamnhard, but it is. I’m unleashed to this curiosity right now, my thoughts whirling around in a haze of fantasies.
If I was in there with him… I could crawl on top of him and rub our hard dicks together.
I could grab his head and stuff his mouth down onto mine.
Or I could wrap my lips around him and try sucking…
“Ohhfuck,” I gasp, eyes rolling back.
I’m not even touching my dick at all, but it’s bobbing and dripping, harder, longer and thicker than I’ve ever seen it before.
“Look at how hard you make me,” I rush out, watching him hump up into his hand. “God, mystery boy, I wanna see you come…”
His hand glides up to his chest, pinching his nipple, toying with it between his fingers. I bite down hard on my lip to contain a desperate mewl.
I want to come so bad, myself. I’mdyingto touch, to get some friction on my cock. Let go and just sprayeverywhere. But the fear of what might happen after is enough to keep me stewing in this intense, aching discomfort.
Not mystery boy, though. He’s writhing around in his bed, eyes closed, hand pumping frantically.
“Come for me,” I rasp, spreading my legs like an instinct. “Pleasecome so I can see it…”
Suddenly, his muscles visibly tighten, his hand slows, and I gawk as streams shoot out of him. He’s decorating his abs, milking himself from balls to tip, squeezing out every last drop.
And I’m fuckingstunned.
“Fuck me motherfucking sideways,” I croak, blood rushing in my ears. And my balls. “Look at you…”
The kid lets out a visible sigh, releasing his cock. He pets his balls while his chest heaves, running his fingers up into the slickness all over his abs. He drags it up his chest, then slips them into his mouth, sucking it off.
“Mmmff…” A needy sound leaves me as my cock spurts out cum.
No fucking hands.
It’s not a full orgasm, but more than just precum. A heavy pulse that feelsinsane. My legs are shaking.
“J-Jesus…” I cry, biting my lip as I peek down at the puddle on my abs.
He tasted his…
Maybe it tastes… good.
Hesitantly, I swipe my fingers through it, bringing them to my lips. I stick my tongue out to taste… Just a little. It’s salty.
Idolike it.
Sucking the cum off my fingers hungrily, I whine and collapse onto my back, squirming. This isso hot. So unexpected, and dirty. I had no idea this was something I’d want…
Until this random, sexy fucking dude showed up next door.
And now I can’t get these fantasies out of my head.
He’s like a dream I’m having… with my eyes open.
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I swear to God, I must look like the biggest junkie in the world right now.
