Page 232 of Phobia
He chuckles and sighs, “Sure. Come on.”
Spinning, he stomps off while I quickly jump into my shoes and scamper after him. He brings me next door, to his trailer, and I’m fizzling with anxious nerves and excitement.
I have no idea what we’re going to do in here, but I can’t even help how my balls are already aching. Well, they have been for days now, and it’s only going to get worse being in the same room as him. Alone.
“We should just try to be sorta quiet,” Jules says, strolling into his living room. “My mom’s asleep.”
His mom’s asleep again…
I gulp as he sits down on the couch and pats the cushion next to him. Meandering over, I take a slow seat, keeping some space between us, hands folded awkwardly in my lap. He turns the TV on, flipping through channels.
“You wanna watch a movie?” He asks, and before I answer he asks another question. “What do you like?”
“Um… whatever you… like.” I shift at the sight of his hand wrapped around the remote. “I’m not picky.”
He smirks, still watching the TV. “You like horror movies?” I nod, and he peeks at me, barking, “Boo!” I jump, and he cackles. My heart is fucking slamming. “Do youscareeasily, Asa?”
The velvet of his tone has my balls thumping to match my racing pulse.
“Some things scare me more than others…” I mumble, and he chuckles, one of those rumbly, seductive ones.
He settles on some slasher movie, but I’m barely even paying attention to what it is, because as soon as it starts, he gets up and switches off the light. The entire room is dark, illuminated only by the glow of the television.
When Jules sits back down, he’s even closer to me, our thighs touching. He seems like he’s watching the movie, but I can’t concentrate. I’m sotense, being held up by the drugs in my system and the adrenaline of sitting in the dark with this guy I find so very fuckingtempting.
“Are you always this fidgety?” He peers at me.
“I guess so, yea,” I murmur as he leans into my side.
Face turning, he whispers in my ear, “Or are younervousaround me… after what happened last night?”
I stiffen, eyes sliding to his.
Last night…?
Did he really jerk off for me in his bedroom??
I could’ve sworn it was a hallucination… I haven’t slept in days. I barely know what’s real and what isn’t anymore. Plus, I’ve been watching him for a while, and I can’t comprehend that he would actually touch himself… forme. Like a seductive little show.
My throat adjusts in another heavy gulp. “What, um… What do you mean?”
Jules shifts his body to face me. “You don’t have to play it cool, Asa. I know you liked what you saw…” His hand slides onto my thigh, and my dick jumps. He leans in closer. “My only question is, why didn’t you let yourself come?”
Shivers are rushing through my extremities.
He was doing that for me last night… And he wanted me to come.
Damn. Holy fucking wow, that makes it all so much hotter.
He put on that teasing performance for me. And now, he’s wondering why I just stopped before I got off, naturally, because it does seem pretty strange.
My lips are parted, quivering, but I can’t find any words to say that’ll make me seem less crazy. While I’m fumbling, his hand is inching closer andcloserto my crotch, the sheer act of what he’s doing rushing as much rapid blood to my cock as his touch.
“It’s cool if you like to edge, Asa,” he keeps crooning, smooshing his hard body into mine. “I just hope you didn’t come by yourself and hide it from me.” He presses his lips up to my ear, sending tingles all throughout my body. “‘Cause I wanna see that.”
“Mmff,” I let out a needy sound, and he chuckles, sucking my earlobe gently between his lips as that mischievous hand reaches for my dick. “J-Jules…”
I’m shaking from head to toe, spinning from how fast this is progressing, but alsoyearningfor more. I’m desperate to feel this, to have this experience. My first time fooling around with a guy…
