Erotica – Thinking Of You
I struggled to find my keys in my jean pocket, my muscular thighs stretching the material. Opening the door to my one bedroom apartment, I felt a little horny. Sometimes I had thought about getting a bigger place, maybe having a roommate, but I would probably keep them up with the moans and screams from my twinks.
I threw my backpack onto the counter and kicked off my shoes. I pulled my shirt over my head as I walked into my bedroom, checking myself out in the hallway. Throwing myself onto my bed, I fell flat on my face. I laid there for a couple minutes, trying to sort out the usual drama. I force myself to get up as I feel blood rushing to my favourite area. I shook off my pants as I walked to the shower, turning on the hot water. The room started to steam as I pulled off my socks and dropped my boxers. I climbed into the shower, the hot water felt great on my body. I turned on the cold just a tad and closed my eyes, feeling the water wash away the stress.
I loved the way my skin felt in the shower, so smooth with water. I lathered some soap in my hands then explored my body. I heard a noise in the bathroom, quickly convincing myself I was paranoid. I reached down for my now hard cock, wrapping my soapy hand around it. I rotated my shoulders and flexed my back. I turned around and opened my eyes, only to see you. My jaw dropped as you stood in front of me, naked and flawless. I had always thought you were perfect, but you never believed me. The demons in your head would tell you otherwise, make you hurt even when I held you so tight. I grinned from ear to ear. When I was with you, I felt invincible. I grabbed the soap bottle and squirted you with some. You stepped closer to me, wrapping your arms around my neck. I closed my eyes and kissed you. I felt your cock press against mine, yours only semi hard. You could always make me cum so fast. You drove me crazy, in more than one way. You lower your head, sucking on my left nipple. You bite and nibbled, making me moan. I massaged your back, making the soap bubble. You get to your knees and tease my cock with your mouth. You swallow me as the hot water pours over my body. You pull on my balls, making me almost too close to keep going. You turn around, grabbing the other side of the tub. You bend over, legs straight, ass in the air. I couldn’t contain myself. I dropped to my knees, fingering your tight hole while tonguing between your legs for more. I teased your balls and I worked back up to your hole, spreading your cheeks. I french kissed your hole, you moaned and pushed your ass closer to my face. I couldn’t handle it anymore, I stood up and slid inside you. You groaned as I slowly went deeper, pulling almost out, then sliding balls deep. You widened your stance as I started to increase my speed, turning more into a hard pound. Your steady moans drove me crazy as I felt my balls slapping against you. I felt myself cumming as I grabbed onto your hips, pounding you.
“I’m gonna cum!” I bursted out.
“Same” you gasped.
My body tightened as I filled you with my hot fluid. I heard you exhale, followed by a huge load that quickly disappeared onto the shower tiles. My thrusts slowed down as the high from my organsm faded. I pulled out of you and rubbed your lower back. I grabbed the shower head and sprayed you down. I loved touching you, feeling your skin on mine. You stood up and faced me, just staring into my eye
“It wasn’t your fault,” you say to me.
I jerked awake, still half naked on my bed. My dreams about you always involved sex. I laid still for a second, dumbfounded. I rolled over and pulled down my pants; my soaked boxers stuck against my skin, my hard cock still throbbing. I chuckled to myself for a second, thinking back at my dream. Your moaning echoed in my mind. My memories of you were always so much better than the real life you, the dead and buried you.
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