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“As am I.” Keaton fidgeted. “Perhaps… tonight?”
“Definitely tonight.”
Day 08
Mirrors
Scott couldn’t sleep.
That wasn’t too uncommon, as he’d struggled on and off with insomnia for as long as he could remember. There was a specific issue that was currently aggravating his inability to sleep, however, and that was his hard dick.
He wasn’t even particularly horny, but his cock clearly had its own agenda.
Scott rolled over onto his side and tried to ignore it.
The wind could blow a certain way and his dick would get hard. It would happen while he was washing dishes or playing on his computer. He told himself it wasn’t sexual, sometimes it just happened, although he realized it had been a few days since he’d last masturbated. He had been wrapped up with work and crashing almost as soon as he came home this week.
Maybe that was it.
It was already late, so he decided he’d deal with it in the morning.
His dick, unfortunately, had other ideas.
It had decided that it was not time for sleeping. It was, in fact, play time, and the bastard throbbed more insistently than before. It became an ache that pounded down in Scott’s balls and he could feel it back in his taint.
“Fine!” Scott huffed out loud. “You win!”
His dick of course did not reply, but Scott imagined it was very smug regardless.
He flopped onto his back, sighing as he pushed his briefs down. He peeled them off as he kicked the covers off of him. He didn’t feel like getting up to grab anything else to clean the inevitable mess, and he set his underwear on the sheets within easy reach.
Scott turned on the lamp on his bedside table, squinting through the glare.
He could see himself in the reflection of the mirror that hung across from his bed, a big, gaudy golden frame that matched his bed. He’d found it at an antique store a few weeks ago and had to have it.
It had been a very impulsive purchase and he knew he’d paid way too much for it. He’d teetered between regret and guilt, but he made himself keep it. He’d grown up as one of six children and money had always been tight. Clothes were passed from one kid to the next, Santa only brought used toys, and not a crumb of food was ever wasted. Living like that had instilled a sense of frugalness in Scott he swore was downright neurotic.
He felt bad if he had to pay extra for cheese on a burger.
He hated ever spending money on anything not absolutely necessary because there would always be a voice in his head telling him it was a waste. Money was meant to be saved, hoarded away, but that damn mirror had called to Scott in a way he couldn’t explain.
It was beautiful, nearly four feet tall, and the gilded frame was intricately carved with scrolling vines and flowers. He’d loved the contrast of the delicate imagery with such bold, thick wood, and he hadn’t been able to resist.
Even now, Scott felt a twinge of guilt, but he reasoned the joy he experienced admiring the mirror outweighed his discomfort.
After all, if he hadn’t bought the mirror, he would have never known how much he enjoyed watching himself in its reflection.
Scott rolled over on his side to face the mirror, trailing his fingers down his chest. He paused to touch his nipple, trailing around it until it got hard. He moved to the other, rubbing that one as well. He rolled it between his fingers with just enough pressure to make him gasp, loving the zings of pleasure that zoomed down his spine and right to his dick.
Scott didn’t want to rush this.
He wanted to enjoy it.
There were times he was happy to bust one out and be done with it, especially when it was late like this, but right now…
He wanted to pretend that someone was watching him.
It was a silly fantasy, he knew, but he couldn’t help how it turned him on.
