Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
But soon enough he changes position, lifting his legs off the floor, and I stare at the darkness above me with bated breath. Is he reading? Listening to music? Surely, he would have turned off the lights if he were going to sleep alread—
A soft moan echoes through the air, like a hot drop of oil drizzling straight into my ear. I stop breathing, and in the few seconds before the boy makes that sweet noise once more, my half-hard cock turns to steel.
He shifts again, and through the thin mattress, I can feel where his knees are digging in. He is above me, kneeling, mouth likely against the mattress, and I raise my hips, pressing them to the surface above.
The fabric muffles his next moan, but I still hear it. Then a louder one, and something else… the squeak of rubber against damp skin? I have to open my mouth to not inhale through my nose too loudly. I’ve got no idea what is going on up there, but a grunt which I can only describe as happy comes next.
He’s jerking off.
It’s happened a few times when I’ve indulged in my invasive hobby, a man masturbating on the bed above me, but I’m electrified by the position he seems to be in. Am I reading this right? Is he kneeling face down with his ass up?
I’m soundless as I pop open two of my fly buttons. I don’t do zippers, as they’re too loud. It eases the pressure on my dick, and I slide my hand inside and around my cock. Over the years, I’ve learned to come almost silently, and I’m about to put that skill to good use, because how can I not? Those little slutty sounds he makes are to die for.
The boy’s voice is muffled, a bit choked, but as I reach into my underwear, squeezing my hot shaft, my ears pick up two rhythms. One is slower, almost languid, the other—fast-paced and rough. Maybe he’s fingering himself while jerking off?
It's a thought that spreads through my mind like red hot fog, and I imagine myself behind him, my knees dipping into the too-soft mattress as I approach, watching his digits push in and out of a snug hole.
In my dreams, his ass is as golden as the tan on his face, and when I finally touch him, he doesn’t look back, almost as if he doesn’t know I’m there, or doesn’t care. Lube’s dripping down his sac as he removes the fingers and pushes his hips back, offering himself to me.
In real life, he would have kicked me off the bed, but in this imaginary version of reality, he wants me inside, and I give him exactly what he craves.
I have to be very quiet, hold my breath steady, but I’m almost there. Almost.
In my mind’s eye, when I hear a loud moan, a whisper I can barely hear, ‘Yes, just like that… inside…’ I imagine it’s for me. That he’s asking me to come inside, fill his sweet pink hole with my dirty spunk.
My toes curl, and the electric impulse shoots from my balls to my cock. I don’t care I’ll be making my ride of shame home with sticky underwear. Worth it.
I’m half spaced-out, half listening to his long gasps for air when something drops to the floor, not that far away from my face.
I stiffen, but when my gaze recognizes the dark pink dildo for what it is, the thought of taking it as a souvenir makes my arousal spike once more, even though I don’t think I could come again so soon.
There’s a big chance he’ll grab it while lying on the bed. He doesn’t need to go all the way down to his knees to get it from the floor, so my secret hideout should be safe. But he doesn’t even bother to pick it up as seconds pass.
With another happy groan, he shifts on the bed, and his hand comes into my view, much closer than the dildo. It’s inches from my face, covered in his juices, and the smell of his arousal alone frazzles my lust-soaked mind.
There is no post-nut clarity here.
I want to lick him. Just reach out and suck those long fingers clean.
I shouldn’t.
I can’t.
I’m an unwelcome guest.
But before my brain can be the force of reason, I move just as a droplet of his cum is about to drip to the floor. I catch it on my tongue then arch up to suck his beautiful digits into my mouth.
They’re hot, salty, and absolute perfection.
Chapter 2
Angel
A hot, slick mouth sucks in my fingers.
I can’t move.
My brain jars as the unexpected touch blocks my thoughts, because what the actual fuck?
I don’t have a dog.
And I’m far too old to believe in monsters hiding under the bed, so… so…