Page 21 of Hidden Plays
Fuck. How did he…Oh. Joke name. “No, don’t be such an imbecile.” I rose and stretched. “Anyway, it’s late and I’m off to bed.” I eyed him. “Why are you up so late?”
He shrugged. “You know me. I’d never be able to sleep until Iheard what happened tonight. So, I got some homework done and watched some anime.”
“Oh.” I gave him a side hug. He was a good guy. He was like the house mom. “Good thing I didn’t stay at the guy’s house.” I ambled toward the hallway to the bedrooms.
“You never do that. I knew you’d be home at some point.” He followed me.
Nodding, I said, “Yeah, that’s true.” Why was that? I guessed I just preferred my own bed. I strolled into my bedroom. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, JJ.” Casey walked off.
The next morning,I woke to the smell of coffee and murmuring voices. Everyone must be up. I rolled onto my back and sat up on my elbows, blinking my eyes open. I’d tossed and turned all night. Every dream had Holden in it. The fucker. How had he gotten to me like this? I tossed the covers aside and gazed down at my body, my bare morning erection hot against my stomach. Fucking hell, some of those dreams had included a nice Holden blowjob. His lips on my cock had been…
My dick pulsed, and a bead of precum formed at the tip. It was a wonder I hadn’t blown a load in my sleep. Shit, I needed to take care of it.
Glancing at the door, I fluffed my pillows on the headboard and pulled the drawer open on my nightstand. A quick jack-off session before breakfast was in order.
With a smirk, I grabbed the lube and squirted it on my fingers.
Eli’s voice filtered through my door. “Naw, he’s not up yet. Give him time. Sounds like he had quite a time last night.” He sniggered.
They were talking about me out there. Atleast they’d stop bothering me about the gay bar. But now they might start in on me about the guy I’d dated. Fuck ‘em.
Settling into the bed, I fisted my cock and stroked. Pleasure shivered over my skin, and my balls ached.
Yeah, that was it. I could jerk Holden out of my head. I shut my eyes, and an imaginary Holden crawled between my legs, his hot, wet tongue flicking the head of my dick.
“Oh, fuck.” I groaned. I wouldn’t overthink it. It was too good, and exactly what I needed right now. Rocking my hips in time with my pumping hand, Holden devoured my cock, sucking me to the back of his throat.
My toes curled, and I bit my lip, stifling a moan. I grabbed my balls with my other hand, pulling on them, Holden’s blond hair tickling my stomach as his head bobbed over me.
“Yeah, baby, suck it,” I whispered. Sneaking a finger between my ass cheeks, I teased my hole. I hadn’t had anal in so long. I needed it. No time for my plug right now, though. Quickening my pace, I thrust and tugged on my sensitive cock.
Pleasure swirled inside me, coiling in my gut and tightening my balls. Climax rushed to the edge, and I held it off for a moment.
As the Holden in my mind peeked at me, his thick lips dripping and red, his eyes dark and hooded, I spilled. Harsh contractions surged through my body, and shock waves of sensation sparked through every nerve. Hot cum sprayed my chest and dribbled over my hand.
I clenched my jaw as gasps threatened to give me away. If anyone was standing at the door, they’d hear me for sure.
As it slowed, I panted. Holy fuck, that was the best orgasm I’d had in a long time. Why, because of fucking Holden? No, I had to come to my senses. It had just been a long time. Orgasms were always better after a dry spell.
I ripped a tissue from the box on my nightstand. It was time to clean up, dress, and face the guys.
After washingthe cum off me properly in my bathroom, I dressed in a pair of team athletic shorts and wandered into the main room.
The guys huddled around a pastry box on the kitchen island, Malik saying, “That one is the best.” He picked up a Danish with a white filling and stuffed it into his mouth. “Oh, my God.”
“What the hell is going on out here?” I padded to them and peered inside the box. An assortment of rainbow cupcakes and pastries of various sizes, some with visible filling in different colors, spread across the inside.
Tex’s gaze snapped to mine, a smirk reaching his eyes. “I was up early this morning, so I stopped at the queer bakery on Mill Avenue. You know, Queer Confections?”
“Yeah?” I eyed the cupcake. Probably too much sugar this early in the morning. I’d heard about this bakery, but had never been inside.
“We played hard last night, and we deserve a treat, since most of us didn’t hit the gay bar last night.” With a stuttered snicker, Malik tagged my shoulder. “Dirty dancing, huh?”
As I stepped to our Keurig coffee maker, I cringed. Of course, Casey had told them everything already. “Yeah, it was fun.” I set a mug onto the drip tray, loaded a pod into it, and hit the brew button.
The machine groaned, and coffee poured into my cup.
