3. Chapter 3
Locating an empty bathroom at a college party is a challenge in itself. When I finally find one on the second floor, I immediately lock it and breathe out in relief.
Now I have another problem to deal with.
I’m hard like in my glory days. Which should be a good thing. But my boner was caused by watching my roommate manhandle a guy in a shadowy corner, looking like he was about to eat him, and picturing myself receiving that treatment.
I take a couple of deep breaths, hoping it will bring some clarity. Tough luck. My cock is pushing against my zipper, begging to be let out and indulged. But every time my hand moves towards it, Connor’s face flashes through my mind.
I might not finish college as valedictorian, but even I’m smart enough to realize I might not be as straight as I thought. And maybe the thought that I’m into my roommate of all people should give me pause, but after such a long dry spell, I was aching for release more than for clarity.
“Fuck it, I need this.”
I lean against the wall and open my pants. My cock springs into my hand and a shiver runs through me as I squeeze the head. It’s overly sensitive from how long it’s been, but that only adds to the fire in my groin.
I let my head fall back in pleasure, immediately finding the peace that I like. I want to drag it out, enjoy it, but I know I don’t have the luxury of time. My hand starts moving faster. I bite my lip to refrain from letting people on the other side of the door know what I’m doing.
My hips move on their own, thrusting into my hand with urgency.
I hold on to the edge of the sink with my other hand so my knees don’t buckle when I swipe my thumb over the slit and use the pre-cum to slick it down.
It’s too much and not enough. It feels so good, but it doesn’t reach the point I need to come.
The worst part is that by now I know what it wants and I’m desperate enough to give it.
I let my mind wander again, bringing up those images from before.
I rake my fingers through my hair and grab at the nape, imagining it’s Connor doing it to me.
My cock twitches happily in my hand, more pre-cum leaking from the swollen tip.
Then my imagination wanders. I picture him looking at me with that impassive look, saying things like Look at you and So hard just for me?
, and I almost whimper. I imagine his hand closing over mine, matching my rhythm, his mouth on my neck, his tongue tracing a path to my earlobe and taking it between his teeth.
My free hand shoots forward and grabs a pile of toilet paper as I feel the peak getting closer and closer and closer and…
nothing. I’m stuck right on the edge, my hand moving at a furious pace, but it’s not enough.
I need something more, and I don’t even know what it is.
I already gave in to fantasizing about that bastard, what more did it want?
The thought of not being able to come almost brings tears to my eyes. So close…
“Ray?” Connor’s voice comes from the other side of the door.
My body seizes.
“Are you in there?”
I barely remember having the paper in my hand before my knees buckle.
Ropes of hot cum burst out. My hand doesn’t stop, squeezing as much as I can, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as the orgasm washes over me.
I come so much it might as well be a new record.
I suck in a breath, trying to focus my eyes.
My mouth is dry, my pulse is thrumming in my ears, there’s something pocking on my back, but I couldn’t care less.
I find myself smiling like an idiot over finally being able to properly jerk off.
The sound of a doorknob rattling is like an ice bucket poured over me.
“I’m busy!” I try to sound irritated but even to my own ears it sounds shaky at best.
“Ah, so you’re not passed out.”
My cock twitches in my hand, another spurt sending a jolt of electricity through my body as his calm voice washes over me.
“I’m leaving. Eddie told me you forgot your key?”
Who’s Eddie?
Ah, right, shit.
“I found it. See ya,” I grunt as I try to sit up and almost end up sprawled all over the floor.
There’s silence on the other side for a few moments.
“Are you okay?”
Yeah, man, I just had an amazing solo session while thinking about you after a very long dry spell. Everything’s great.
“Yep.” That came out too high-pitched.
“Bye, then.”
I listen to the sound of his footsteps as he walks away from the door and breathe a sigh of relief before looking around to assess the damage.
The thing poking me in the back was a hair comb, which I might’ve knocked off the vanity while I was thrashing around like a beast in my own grip.
I didn’t manage to catch all that massive load, but thankfully none got on the mat.
And I’m definitely doing all this appraisal to show I’m a responsible person and not because my dick got hard again when I thought Connor might walk in and see me like this.
Would he have helped? Looked down at me in disapproval?
Both at the same time? Maybe if I said please?
I turn on the tap and almost dunk my whole head in the cold water to try and get that ridiculous thought out of my head. Me? Begging Connor? Not in a thousand years.