25. Inconvenient Boners
TWENTY-FIVE
inconvenient boners
Wesley
New inconvenient boner unlocked: friendly hug. I’m hard as steel from a hug. Let’s recap the weekend, shall we?
Friend comes to home and fits in well with the family.
Friend is thoughtful and kind, gets me to open up for once.
I watch Friend masturbate through her open door, only to hear her moan my name as she comes.
I jerk off alone thinking of Friend. Friend spends the day working hard on my family’s property, before spending the night in my bed.
I wake up cuddling Friend. I get hard from Friend’s goodbye hug.
Are we following the temporary insanity I’m experiencing? I’m gone for Dahlia and I don’t know what to do with that information.
On the drive home, my boner lessens slightly, but when I head up to my room and lie in bed, her scent hits my nose and I’m full mast yet again.
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a visceral reaction to another person before and I’ve gotta say it’s a little exhausting.
Groaning into my pillow, I force myself to ignore my aching cock and head down to find Jasper.
After I’ve spent the better part of my day shoveling shit and pruning the dead branches in the orchard, I head back to my cabin.
Even after hours of backbreaking manual labor, I still float through my cabin on the high of my weekend.
It felt so good to be around Dahlia and felt even better to be so open with someone.
I’ve shared more with her than I have with Jasper the entire time I’ve lived here.
By no fault of his own, I’m shut down tight, but I felt safe to tell Dahlia.
I wanted her to know those parts about me, even if it was shitty to share even the smallest amount about my parents.
I showed her my art too, something I figured I’d take to the grave, especially considering my subject matter.
Darkness is falling over the cabin now and I grab my sketchpad and head to the couch to draw before bed. I have a text from Dahlia on my phone reading, sup with a picture of some sort of smiling lizard attached.
Wesley
Hello, have you turned into a lizard since I dropped you off?
Princess
I wish. Were you out being a cowboy?
Wesley
I was.
Doing my cowboy tasks. I’m drawing now though.
Princess
Ooooooooh, let me see, let me see!
Wesley
I haven’t started yet, I’m working up to it.
Princess
OMG can you draw me? I could post it on my social media and tag you?
or not! If you don’t want anyone to know your secrets hehe
Wesley
Sure, I’d love to add to my growing Dahlia collection.
That sounded so creepy, please ignore. How should I draw you?
Princess
I can send a picture for inspo. I have a really good one from my last show, hold please.
Princess
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Dahlia has gotta be fucking with me. There’s no way she’s not onto the fact I’m obsessed with her.
The picture she sends me is her from behind, in a black G-string and cowboy boots.
She’s twisted around, giving the perfect view of her beautiful ass and the slightest sliver of boob in a cutoff Pink Floyd shirt.
I adjust my dick, and think of a polite reply that doesn’t indicate I’m ready to kidnap her and move her into my house permanently.
Wesley
Nice.
Wow playing it cool, Wes, really smooth.
Wesley
Do you want any specific colors or anything?
We’re just going to keep it moving, no erections here.
Princess
Nope. Run with it. I can send more if that helps.
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Drawing is going to have to wait, because I am indeed going to jerk off. Is it fucked up? I don’t know and right now I don’t even care.
Princess
Happy drawing :-)
Once my dick is settled and away, I’m ready to draw. I decide to draw the first picture she sent, highlighting her round ass and the cute way she’s got her foot popped up behind her. I get the basic line work down and send an update to Dahlia.
Wesley
Here’s a progress pic. Let me know what you think.
Princess
GODDAMN
is that me?!
ok picasso
Really, it’s so good. I can’t believe how nice you drew my ass in the lines.
Wesley
Easy to do, I’m just drawing my muse as she is.
She sends a blushing emoji and thanks me. I continue to draw for a bit longer before I call it for the night. It’s around 11 PM at this point and I’m definitely tired.
Princess
any chance you wanna talk?
I press the video call while perched against my pillows and Dahlia’s lovely face fills my screen.
“Hey, you alright?” Her red-rimmed eyes are giving her away.
“Just anxious, I guess. Sorry, I didn’t feel like being alone right now and Daphne is down at Purple Rage tonight.”
“No apology needed. I’m happy to talk to you, you never have to ask. Did something happen or the general Sunday scaries?” The sight of her tears is gutting me and it’s taking everything in me to not just drive the hour and a half to her place to be with her.
“Um, Sunday scaries, my stupid brain, texts from my dad. The usual.” She wipes her face and coughs a bit. “He’s the fucking worst. I hate Sundays, and I’m pretty sure if I worry any more, my brain is going to snap in half.”
“Do you wanna talk about it or do you wanna be distracted?” I ask because I know sometimes my therapist says that when I’m freaking out too. Speaking of, I still need to make an appointment, it’s been way too long.
“Maybe a distraction. I’m sorry, are you sure? I shouldn’t have called you.” I can see her starting to get more panicky, taking quicker breaths.
“Dahlia, I know it’s hard, but try to breathe. I’m here and you’re safe right? We’re on the phone, we’re good. I’m happy you called me. Focus on my voice.” She nods and takes some breaths, watching my face as she slowly calms down little by little. “You’re okay.”
“It feels like there’s too much happening right now, and there’s literally nothing happening. I’m home in bed, but I feel like I might as well be on the world’s worst roller-coaster. I feel even worse telling you all this, like I’m ruining your night.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re doing the opposite of ruining my night. If anything, tonight has improved significantly now I’m talking to you.” I wink and she laughs. Her sad eyes are killing me.
“Thank you, Wes. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Seriously. I feel like I was meant to bump into you at that concert.”
It feels meant to be, because it was. I don’t say it though, but I stay on the phone with her well into the wee hours and hope she can feel the devotion pouring out of me with every word. I’m falling fast and I don’t really care to stop it anymore—even if I’m falling alone, she’s it for me.