-
His Boy
Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Dahlia, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
Three weeks had gone by since my neighbour, Mr. Harris, dry humped me on his sofa. The memory fuelled my steamy dreams in which my fantasies went far beyond him just rubbing himself against me. And he was all I thought about when I jerked off in the shower. “Mr. Harris,” I’d whisper as I furiously stroked my cock while colder sprinkled over me. Goddamn, he made me hot. Despite my scorching desire, there was still a whole lot of shame I was feeling. I mean, why had I let him do that? I wasn’t gay. I’d never even thought about other guys like that until he put his hands on me. And the fact that he acted like nothing happened only compounded my anxieties. There were moments where I questioned my sanity. Did I make that whole night up? I’d think. The whole thing was so weird. So I tried my hardest to avoid him but it was damn near impossible. I’d bump into him during his morning runs just as I was getting ready to bike to work. Or I’d bump into him at the supermarket while shopping with my mom. He even came over to my house to fix a broken faucet (because as my mom says, I’m no handy man). And every time, I looked straight into his moody brown eyes and was utterly stunned at how calm and even oblivious he was around me. Meanwhile, my mind was spinning out of control with lust and shame. You’d never guess he was the same guy who called me “boy” and said he wanted to fuck me with his huge daddy cock. It kind of hurt my feelings but maybe navigating awkwardness was easier than ...