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With a little spit and a firm grip, I pressed it against the wall. The suction cup sealed, and my make-believe-man-friend was ready to slide across the sweet spot inside my ass. Closing my eyes, I dragged my fingers down the length of the shaft and imagined EO smiling at me as he stared down at me. He wouldn’t need to say a word, just a glance at his cock and I’d gladly service the stud.
My cock twitched with approval.
With my back to EO, I’d start with the teasing, nestling his cock against my ass. Much like my chest, my ass was covered in a dusting of dark hair. His cock would shine as I pushed backward, making sure he was nice and hard.
Spitting into my hand, I reached back, coating the head of the toy, hoping this would be the moment he’d slide his hands up my back, gripping my shoulders. I wanted him to push, bending me over with a primal need to bury his cock. I gripped my shaft and gave it a few quick strokes, sliding the foreskin over the head. The toy pressed against the entrance to my ass and I had to stop. Imagining EO using me to unload apparently was the inspiration I needed to make this a quick shower.
“EO,” I whispered.
I leaned back, relishing the sensation as it stretched me open. I wanted to tease his head, to pull away as he tried to bury his cock, but his hands on my shoulders wouldn’t give me the option. Sliding further down the shaft, I let out a gasp. I eagerly wanted to reach the base and feel his balls slap against my cheeks. It was almost too much, and I had to count my breaths to keep from exploding across the tiled floor.
Holding still, I flexed my muscles, hoping he was vocal, loud enough to know that he appreciated me giving up my ass. With a little wiggle, I reached the base. No matter how realistic a fake cock promised, the testicles never delivered a lifelike experience. Nothing felt as amazing when a top sawed in and out, their balls smacking against the perineum.
“Come in me.” It bordered on begging, and given the chance, I’d gladly do the same in person. The idea of EO holding my hips, burying his cock in me as he unloaded had my balls tightening against my body.
Standing up, the toy pressed against my prostate. I slowed my hand, letting the foreskin gather over my cock. I rocked back and forth, and the orgasm shot through my body like an electric shock. Biting my lower lip, I watched as the cum shot in ropes across the shower.
It had only been forty-eight hours since I last came, but by the flood of cum leaking from my cock, you’d think I had been chaste for a year. As the ripples of pleasure faded, now came the hard part. While my cock deflated, I still had a fairly large object wedged inside my body.
“I swear,” I gasped as I slid forward. “How is it I can take that while hard…”
* * *
“… but the moment you come, it’s like you made poor life choices.”
Chad set a plate with a bagel sandwich in front of me while he handed Xander a plate of sausages. No eggs, no toast, just sausage. I would have to file that away in the weird habits folder. I loved the man, but as he tore into the first link, I nearly commented.
Chad returned with a tray and four more coffees for the table. I’d keep ordering until he threatened to cut me off. “What about when he has you folded in half? Legs on his shoulder and you’re feeling like a million bucks. Then you come and…”
“It’s like you forgot you had a bad hip,” Bernard finished for him.
Griffin snorted. “Except in your case—“
Bernard pointed across the table at Griffin, his arm threatening to detach and smack the man. “Finish that sentence, and Iwillend you.”
Xander bumped fists with Griffin. The morning had barely begun and already the well-oiled machine known as the breakfast club was in full swing. For all the things going on inside my head, this, these people, they made all my worries melt away. Bernard’s face turning bright red didn’t hurt either.
These were the best friends a guy could ask for. They were the type of guys who dropped everything to support a friend in need. We all had our quirks, but instead of focusing on our differences, we met regularly at the HideOut to talk about the things that brought us together. You couldn’t beat the smell of freshly brewed coffee, baked goods, and conversations involving penises.
“Are we skipping small talk today? Are we getting right into where Alejandro got prodded this morning?”
I stuck my tongue out at Griffin. “I think somebody isn’t getting prodded enough with that kind of statement. Do I need to have a chat with Sebastian?”
“Once he moves in, you’ll be getting prodded a couple times a day.” Xander gave Griffin a wink. “Or are you the one prodding?”
Griffin rolled his eyes back in his head. “I take it all back. Alejandro, tell us a tale. Psychics? Birdmen? What about that pirate from the future?”
Captain Yar, that man knew how to plunder—
“Nope. I’m hijacking the conversation,” Bernard said. Normally, he didn’t get involved until he finished half his coffee. He had more pep in his step than usual. Was Bernard getting prodded? I wonder if he’d let me watch that show?
“The floor is yours,” I said.
“Oh no, it’s still about you.” His eyes narrowed as he leaned forward. I admired the man’s perfectly manicured beard. It smelled of lavender, and the fact I could tell he washed with beard conditioner meant he was getting dangerously close.
“What did I do?”
“Anything you want to tell us about yesterday?”
