Chapter 11 #2
The rational part of my brain knew I should head back to campus, take a cold shower, maybe hit the gym early to work off this sexual frustration.
But my body had other ideas. The image of Phoenix on his knees in front of me, worshipping my cock burst into my mind.
And that was it. I couldn’t resist any longer.
I glanced around the empty forest, confirming I was completely alone. The wards shimmered faintly in the distance, and dawn was still at least an hour away. Nobody would come out here this early.
My hand drifted down to my shorts almost without conscious thought, palming my aching cock through the thin fabric.
I hissed at the contact, my hips jerking involuntarily.
When was the last time I’d been this worked up?
Even my hookups with girls had never left me this desperate, this consumed with need.
“Just get it out of your system,” I muttered to myself, sliding my hand beneath the waistband of my shorts.
The moment my fingers wrapped around my thick shaft, I knew there was no going back. I was too far gone, too desperate for relief. I freed my cock and balls from my shorts, the cool morning air making me shiver as I began to stroke myself slowly.
I gripped myself harder, my thick fingers working up and down my shaft as images of Phoenix flooded my mind. God, he’d felt so perfect in my arms last night. So warm and real and alive. The way he’d pressed his face into my chest, breathing me in like he needed my scent to survive.
My thumb swept over the head of my cock, collecting the pre-cum that had already begun to leak.
I was bigger than most guys, thick enough that my own large hand could barely wrap around the girth, heavy balls hanging low between my thighs.
In beast form, everything was amplified… my size, my strength, and my need.
I thought about Phoenix’s hands, smaller and more delicate than mine but no less strong. What would they feel like wrapped around me? Would he be able to take all of me in those elegant fingers? The thought made me groan, my pace increasing as I worked myself harder.
“Phoenix,” I breathed into the morning air, his name falling from my lips like a dark secret.
I imagined him here with me, kneeling on the soft forest floor, those orange eyes looking up at me with hunger instead of just friendship.
His dark hair would be mussed from sleep, his shirt and pants on the forest floor, leaving him exposed and desperate.
I knew he’d look beautiful that way, more than I could imagine.
My free hand moved to cup my balls, rolling them gently as I continued stroking. The dual sensation sent sparks of pleasure up my spine, and I had to bite back another groan. If anyone heard me out here, jerking off to thoughts of my best friend, I’d never live it down.
But fuck, I couldn’t stop. The memory of his scent filled my nostrils, something clean and warm with an underlying hint of smoke that spoke to his fire magic. I wanted to bury my face in his neck and breathe him in until I was drunk on it.
I thought about what it would be like to kiss him. Would his lips be soft? Would he taste like the mint tea he’d always loved as a kid? Would he kiss me back with the same desperate need I was feeling now? Would he take my cock between his beautiful lips and suck me into oblivion?
My strokes became more urgent, my breathing ragged. The head of my cock was dark and swollen, pre-cum making obscene wet sounds as I worked myself closer to the edge. My balls drew up tight, and I knew I was close.
“Fuck, Phoenix,” I gasped, my voice echoing off the trees. “Need you so fucking bad.”
I imagined him whispering my name the way he had when his memories came flooding back, but this time it would be breathless with pleasure instead of pain. This time he’d be arching beneath me, begging for more, those clever fingers digging into my fur as I made him mine.
The fantasy pushed me over the edge. My orgasm hit like lightning, pleasure crackling through every nerve ending as I came hard across the forest floor.
Rope after rope of cum painted the fallen leaves at my feet, my whole body shuddering as I rode out the most intense orgasm I’d had in months. Maybe ever.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, reality came crashing back. I was standing in the middle of the woods, panting and spent, with my softening cock in my hand and Phoenix’s name still echoing in the trees.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, staring down at the mess I’d made. The evidence of my desire was splattered across the forest floor, and the sight of it brought a rush of shame that almost drowned out the lingering pleasure.
What the hell was I doing? Jerking off in the woods to fantasies of my childhood best friend? A guy I’d only just reconnected with after years apart?
I tucked myself back into my shorts, my hands trembling slightly. The sky had lightened considerably while I’d been lost in my fantasy, pink and gold streaking through the trees. I needed to get back to campus before anyone noticed I was gone.
But as I turned to head back, a new fear gripped me. How was I supposed to face Phoenix in class today? Would he somehow know what I’d been thinking? What I’d been doing? My cheeks burned at the thought.