1. His Boy


    Date: 9/26/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Dahlia, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    sight of him was enough to make my dick rock hard. I jerked off, trying to be as quiet as possible. Then I felt the tinge of disappointment. He still had his poker face on. I couldn’t wait for the day to be over. When I got home I took a shower and when I returned, I saw that the window was open. As I went to shut it, I noticed a figure standing in the window opposite mine. It was Harris, staring at me from his guest room. I stood still in my spot, my heart pounding. He kept gazing at me with an intensity that sent my back to that night. Before my mind fully processed the thought, I slipped off the towel I had wrapped around my waist. He didn’t make a move. Tentatively, I put my hand on my cock and began slowly rubbing myself. He didn’t break eye contact with me. That he was just looking at me turned me on so much. I kept imagining his big hands on my body, like the time before. I began to breathe faster as the pace of my hand quickened. I saw him rub his dick over his pants. How I wished it was me caressing him. I shut my eyes shut as I felt the heat rising up from my abdomen. I looked at him again and he’d unbuttoned his trousers and his hand was in his briefs. He was jerking himself as he watched me. God, he made me feel so hot. I continued to jerk my cock as he did his. I was just about to cum when I heard a loud knock on my door which made me jump. I spun around. Fuck! I thought. “Jared, it’s dinner time.” When I turned around again, all I saw was the guest room door ...
    being shut. __ Enough was enough! I couldn’t take the lust anymore. It was Friday and I knew my mum would be with her boyfriend. So when I heard Mr. Hariss’ car pull in, I put my plan into effect. I took a long shower so I could think of what it was I was going to say to him. “I want you. I know you want me. So let’s fuck!” It was inelegant but I knew him to be a very blunt guy when he was all hot and bothered. And the night before, he’d jerked off with me which gave me the confidence that he did want me. I walked over to his house with so much nervous energy. Half of me just wanted to run back to my room. But gay or not, I knew what I wanted: him. Mr Harris opened the door and all the conversation I’d planned out escaped my brain. “Jared?” he asked. “What are you doing here?” “I—“ I stammered. I must have looked such an idiot. “Can I come in?” He frowned at me then hesitantly stepped to the side to let me in. When he shut the door, I practically leapt at him. I kissed him, clumsily shoving my tongue past his lips. He tasted like liquor and smelled of some earthly cologne. I felt him grab hold of my upper arms but instead of kissing me back, he shoved me against the wall. “Stop,” he said. “Why?” I genuinely didn’t understand. “You need to go home, Jared.” “No I—“ “Don’t argue with me. Just go.” “No,” I said sourly. “No?” “What’s to stop me from telling everyone what happened that night? Or yesterday?” He tilted his head at me. “You’re threatening me?” he asked with mocking ...
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