16. Diesel
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DIESEL
T he one problem with sleeping all day is that you end up staying awake all friggin’ night! Diesel tried everything. He played games on his cell phone, cleaned up all the empty glasses, and threw out all the half-eaten stale chips. He tried watching television, but what’s on at three a.m. other than infomercials and squiggly porn. He even tried reading a book he found that was currently being used to prop up a nightstand. That only lasted all of two minutes before he became bored and decided that reading still wasn’t for him.
He rummaged through the fridge, searching for something that might satisfy his itch, but nothing there seemed worthy of eating.
“Fuck this.” Ready to lose his mind, he decided to head back upstairs.
This is what happens when you go to therapy. You end up walking around the house alone in the middle of the night.
Now who needs a shrink?
The house was quiet, except for the gentle breathing coming from Zero’s room. Since they were staying in a pauper’s starter home, the place didn’t have any air-conditioning.
It didn’t take long for the place to heat up, given that there were four beefy men occupying the space as well as several computers and monitors all going at the same time.
A gentle breeze wafted into the hallway, causing Diesel to pause. Zero’s bedroom door was open slightly, probably to allow the air from the open window and bedroom fan to circulate and help keep the bedroom cool.
Curious, he took a few steps closer and carefully peeked through the tiny space between the door and the frame.
Inside, Zero was passed out, lying naked on his belly, two perfect globes pointed upward.
Diesel licked his lips.
Zero’s ass was a thing of beauty. Muscular, firm, smooth to the touch. Not to mention the man has this sexy-as-fuck tattoo that runs up his left thigh and up his left butt cheek.
Fuck, could he be any sexier?
When it came to sex, Diesel was an equal-opportunity man. He liked it all. Top, bottom, side, you name it. He ended up either just doing oral or bottoming most of the time because guys seemed to have difficulty taking his dick. When he did find a guy who was brave enough to take his cock, he liked to fuck them doggy style so he could watch their ass jiggle as it slammed up against his pelvis.
Fuck. Diesel looked down at his joggers which were now sporting an awkward tent.
Good thing Chase and Jared were still out watching the doc.
A groan escaped Zero’s lips, and his body slowly turned onto its back.
Holy. Shit.
The man was sporting some major wood. Like a mighty oak, the man’s thick mushroom head pointed directly at the retired underwear model’s face.
Do rough-looking construction-type men have underwear brands that they model? If so, Zero would be the perfect model for the job. His tattoos, firm jaw, rough tanned skin, and perfectly manicured facial hair all added to that rough tradie man fantasy that so many people craved.
Another groan. This one followed by a sultry breath of air.
Boner pressing tight against his sweats, Diesel gripped the head of his cock and gave it a little squeeze.
Fuck, he was horny.
He should go back to his room and give it a wank. Might help him fall asleep after all.
The bed shifted, catching Diesel’s attention once again.
This time, Zero’s right hand gripped his cock by the base, giving it a firm squeeze.
A breath escaped Zero’s lips. Those perfect, supple lips. Diesel wondered what they tasted like.
Probably like whiskey and bad choices.
His favorite taste.
Slowly, Zero’s legs shifted, giving him better access to his throbbing hard cock.
Diesel watched as the tattooed slab of beef began working his length, up and down. Nice and slow.
Another moan escaped Zero’s lips, eyes remaining closed as his body fucked up into his tight grip.
“Yeah, take that cock, you mouthy little shit,” Zero whispered.
Diesel’s boner reacted as if the man had been speaking directly to him. Against his sweats, his cock bounced and throbbed, begging to be released and join in the fun happening in the next room.
All around Diesel, shadows whispered their judgment. Yes, he was being a perv and violating the man’s privacy. But how much privacy could the horny dude want when he was yanking his dick with his bedroom door half open.
Barely open.
Slightly open.
Who cares. It was open enough for Diesel to enjoy the show.
Reaching into his joggers, Diesel pulled out his dick and began rubbing his length in time with Zero’s. Fuck, the man was hot.
Reaching across his chest, Zero began pinching his nipple with his free hand.
Diesel let out a moan. Fuck, he wanted to lick that man’s nutsack, then tease those nipples with both his hands.
As if wanting to put on a show, Zero used his legs to lift his hips off the bed and begin fucking up into his fist.
Fuck, the man was gorgeous.
Faster and faster, Diesel watched as his housemate jerked his fat cock, using his precum as lube to slide against his shaft.
With his eyes focused on Zero’s hips and dick, Diesel lost himself in the show. His grip tightened around his cock, and he began jerking it with purpose.
“Oh yeah. Take that fucking cock like you were born to do.”
Listening to Zero talk dirty while pleasuring himself was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
“You ready to come? I’m almost there.” Zero’s voice was louder as he continued to fuck up into his fist.
His muscular legs flexed, and his biceps bulged with each tug.
“Oh yeah. Here I come, baby!”
Diesel jerked his cock fiercely while watching thick streams of jizz burst from his buddy’s cock. There was no holding back now. With a muffled cry, Diesel shot his load all over the side of Zero’s bedroom door.
He shook and convulsed and wondered what his own fucking name was.
Squeezing off the tip, Diesel gave his dick a shake, not seeing where the last of his load landed. By the time morning came, his cum would be dry and blended in with the history of the house.
Diesel smirked. He found that amusing.
“Maybe now you’ll be able to sleep.”
Heat flushed Diesel’s cheeks when he looked up and locked eyes with Zero, staring back at him.
Fuck.
“You might want to get this wall looked at. There’s some sticky white substance all over the place. It might be a health code violation,” Diesel said, pretending to check out the wood on the door.
“Oh, it’s definitely a violation.”
Feeling cum drunk and chill, Diesel tucked his cock back into his sweats and turned to head back to his room.
Yeah, he was definitely ready to get some shut-eye.