10. Ford #2
After stepping into the steamy shower, I let the water cascade over my torso for a few moments, letting my sore muscles soak up the heat.
With a quick pump of soap and a few strokes, my dick was coated with body wash.
The memory of Dylan’s body, that secret chastity cage locking away his desperate little cock, combined with the speed of my hand pistoning up and down my shaft brought me close to the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time.
I wasn’t sure how to confess my growing feelings for Dylan. There was the possibility I was reading everything wrong and he might not feel the same way.
But fuck…if he did.
I would treat him like the prince he was.
I imagined teasing his swollen balls, making him beg for release, until he became so desperate he’d whisper ‘I need you to fuck me!’. Closing my eyes, I pictured his flawless ass and the tight hole my cock would be wrecking.
My breaths turned to gasps as I felt my balls tighten.
“Fuck!”
I watched the first rope of cum ricochet off the wall then threw my head back into the spray of water as the rest blasted out. My hand slowed its rhythm as the head became more sensitive until I had nothing left to release.
With my muscles loose and relaxed, I soaped the rest of my body quickly, knowing I had already been in here a suspiciously long time, and paid special attention to both my ass and my dick.
Now that Dylan was in such close proximity to me, I was self-conscious about my body odor.
After a few splashes of water cleared the wall of my cum, I was finished.
I dried off quickly but realized I forgot to bring clothes into the bathroom with me.
Wrapping the towel around my waist, I headed back into the bedroom.
A small pang of guilt hit my gut when Dylan made eye contact with me and smiled, innocently, knowing I had just done something he was unable to do in his current state.
But I returned the smile anyway and tried not to think about how he was likely watching me get dressed.
Once my briefs were on, I returned the towel to the bathroom and came back to my dresser for some shorts and a tank top.
"You know, I've seen you in a speedo,” Dylan said, his voice quiet and steady. “We both know you're going to take all that off anyway." He paused and smiled. “Just come to bed. If I haven’t mauled you already, you’re probably safe tonight."
I hesitated, considering his words, but couldn’t deny his logic. With Dylan in my bed, it felt wrong to sleep naked, but even with the ceiling fan, I always ended up stripping all but my underwear off every night. There wasn’t much point to the pretense if he had already noticed.
Tossing the t-shirt and shorts aside, I made for the bed. Dylan looked pleased with himself, enough to make me chuckle.
“What?” He asked.
“Oh nothing.” I slid into bed, next to him. “You just like being right, don’t you?”
“It’s exhausting, but someone has to be.”
With only a few feet separating us, my desire to say something was hard to control. Dylan’s words were an admission that he had been watching me. But the question remained, the question I asked myself with every guy.
Was he interested in just my body like all the other men of my past, or was it deeper than that?
I almost didn’t want to know; the disappointment if it were the former would be too much.
“I’m feeling a little down tonight,” Dylan said. “Would you mind just holding me for a few minutes?”
“Su-sure.”
Without delay, Dylan scooted over, draping his arm around my torso. He placed his head against my bare chest, and wrapped his leg around mine. In seconds, my body had been overtaken by an octopus-like twink.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, while desperately trying to keep my dick soft. Dylan’s knee had grazed it when he positioned himself, and I was losing the battle to the increased blood flow.
“I don’t know. I guess I’ve just been a little lonely lately.”
“Ouch,” I said. “Spending more time with me and you’re lonely.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” I liked his warm breath against my skin more than I should. “I just saw a lot of posts today with my friends—couples—and they’re happy. I…I want that with someone.”
I moved my left hand from behind my head down to his shoulder and squeezed, hoping to reassure him. “Not to sound like a fortune cookie, but?—”
“You’re not gonna say it’ll happen when I stop looking, or when I least expect it. Please, Ford, I don’t need platitudes right now.”
I rubbed my fingers along his shoulder, hoping to comfort him. I had never seen him this vulnerable. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel better, to take his heartache away, to fix it, but I knew from experience, it wasn’t something to fix . He just needed to talk to someone.
“I was only going to say what my oma used to tell me that it’s not about finding the right person, it’s about being the right person.”
Dylan took a deep breath and let it out. “I like that.”
After a few minutes of silence, Dylan let out a low snore that became rhythmic. He had fallen asleep on my chest.
With one hand free, I decided to google ‘chastity cage rules’. Knowing I was diving headfirst into something I knew nothing about didn’t stop me. I wanted to know everything. A door had opened to a whole new world, and Dylan was holding the key. Literally.
It was a small mercy perhaps when my phone battery finally gave out, since I couldn’t reach the cord without disturbing Dylan. My dick was hard again after the pornographic information I was teasing myself with but one look down at the man in my arms and the fantasies suddenly seemed so inadequate.
I woke up the next morning in full big spoon mode with Dylan’s bubble butt plastered against my groin. My cock was embarrassingly hard, but moving would surely wake him up. Extricating myself from the situation meant untangling our limbs and Dylan’s grip on my arm felt solid.
My blood pressure spiked when he let out a little whimper and squirmed his ass backwards, pushing his body snug against mine. That little wiggle had me seconds away from rutting against him.
Knock knock knock.
“Hello?!”
Shit!
I bolted out of bed, tossing the covers back onto Dylan.
“Wh-what is it?” Dylan tilted his head up, emerging from the cocoon of blankets like the cutest prairie dog ever.
“It’s probably the contractor. I forgot they were coming today.” I pulled on some clothes and added, “I’ll meet with him and start some breakfast for us,” as I hurried out of the room and down the stairs.