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Scott had never thought of himself as an exhibitionist, and it wasn’t exactly seeing his own hands on himself that got him so hot. It was the idea of doing this for someone else to see, as if he was putting on a private show just for them. He wanted to pretend what he was seeing would be what his imaginary audience saw, and the mere thought about it made his cock flex.
As Scott’s hand dipped toward his cock, he could swear there really were eyes on him, and he whined softly at his reflection. It was in the way the hair stood up on the back of his neck and the excited rush of adrenaline that made his fingers tremble, but he knew logically it was just his sleep-deprived brain getting carried away. Still, it was fun to pretend, and he stared into the mirror, secretly hoping someone was looking back as he touched himself.
He stroked his groin around the base of his cock, dragging the tips of his fingers back and forth. He pushed down to his balls, cupping them and giving each one a firm squeeze. He tugged, just enough to experience a sweet zing of pressure, and then exhaled quietly. He continued to tease and fondle himself without actually touching his cock, trying to get his audience as riled up as he was.
Scott turned his hips, shifting on the bed so when he spread his legs, he was presenting his ass to the mirror. He circled his hole with slow strokes, using his other hand to squeeze on his balls. He kept petting, rubbing, daring to press his fingertip in dry just for the sheer pleasure of the burn and the hot stretch. He whined again, his heart skipping over itself as he imagined his audience’s pleased murmurs.
Yes, they would want him to do this.
They’d be wishing they could touch him too.
Scott kept pushing into his hole and savoring the friction, and he slowly curled his fingers around his cock. He gave his shaft one firm stroke, focusing the pressure around the head of his dick. He thumbed over his slit, swiping through the precome that had gathered, and then squeezed again. His skin was hot, prickled with sweat, and he moaned as he pushed his finger in deeper.
Any more and he’d need to get lube, but this shallow depth was enough to make his loins seize with pleasure. He grunted, moving his hand on his cock as he fucked himself with the tip of his finger. The short thrusts were a wicked tease that made him crave a fullness his fingers alone couldn’t provide. He curled his toes into the sheets as he jerked off, always tightening his grip when he got to the head of his cock, panting as he worked himself to the edge.
He thought of his imaginary audience watching him, wanting to fuck him, wanting to touch his body, wishing they could be the one to—
Scott gasped as he came, his come shooting across his stomach as the heat and pressure overwhelmed him. He withdrew his finger, focused now on pumping his cock and wringing out every last blissful quiver. He panted, groaned, then sighed as it was over all too fast.
He stared at the ceiling, feeling his heartbeat winding down as the warmth from his orgasm fluttered and faded away. The fantasy was over now, leaving him with a sticky mess and the urge to grab a snack. He reached for his underwear instead to clean himself up, and when he was done he hurled them in the general direction of the hamper to deal with later.
Scott got back under the covers and readied himself to attempt sleep again, but he paused to check the time on his cell phone.
It was after midnight.
“Well,” he mumbled with a smile, “happy birthday to me.”
Scott drifted off to sleep, and he was very thankful he had scheduled to have his birthday off. Because it was on a Friday this year, it gave him a three-day weekend to enjoy. He got to sleep in blissfully late, which was nice considering how little he’d slept all week. He woke up refreshed and happy, and he didn’t even care that it was after ten o’clock.
After working his butt off this week, he deserved to have a good rest.
He dragged himself into the bathroom to use the toilet and then shower, reviewing his plans for today. He’d made a reservation weeks ago at his favorite restaurant for him and all of his friends, and he was excited. Work had been sucking up so much of his free time, and he had not seen many of his friends in months. He knew they were busy too, and he was hoping that tonight would be a great way to celebrate and catch up with everyone.
After Scott got out of the shower, he went ahead and got dressed. He also remembered to pick up his soiled underwear from last night and stuff them into the hamper. He sent out a text to his buddies to remind them about tonight and give them the address for the restaurant.
It was early, but he was excited and—
Scott frowned when one of his friends immediately texted back that he wouldn’t be able to make it tonight. He also said that he didn’t have the money to pay back Scott yet for what he’d borrowed last month, but he promised that he’d have it soon.
Scott texted in reply that it was all right and not to worry about the money. He did very well at his job and was happy to help out his friends…
Even if they didn’t exactly seem to ever pay him back.
As a matter of fact, all of his friends owed him money, Scott realized, but he wasn’t exactly sure how much. He hadn’t always kept track, and what was a few hundred dollars between buds?
They were friends, after all.
Very, very good friends.
Such good friends that every last one of them had declined coming out for Scott’s birthday. They all had excuses ranging from dog grooming appointments to stomachaches, and Scott wasn’t sure what to do. There didn’t seem to be any point in going out if he was going to be the only one at the table, so he called and canceled the reservation.
One friend, Rob, at least sent a gif with a cartoon cat wishing him a happy birthday, but…
That didn’t really seem fair, did it?
After all, Rob’s birthday was two weeks ago and Scott had given him an expensive watch that he’d been dropping hints for—dropping hints as in he’d sent the purchase link to Scott and asked if he could have that for his birthday.
Could it be…
