Pretty Boy

My Hands Are Shaking From Holding Back From You

Hogan:

Soothing myself with the high feeling of warmth running down my body, I let the heat of the water kiss every inch of my skin until I feel content from its sensation.

Serge is already done dressing himself and is now talking with my dad downstairs. It's gone past 1:00 and we're going to his parents' house, since he decided that he wanted to talk to them. We already discussed how he's going to do it, so I'll just guide him when we get there. 

Feeling in the mood of lust, I let my hand touch my body with the silky texture of soap and ran my fingers down, wrapping them around my shaft.

I couldn't help but want release because I've been dreading to do it since this morning. It's odd, because I woke up with a hard-on raging on my pants, while Serge's hands were wrapped around my waist. I should probably not even think about it, but with the heat of his touch toppled with the sexy dream I had with a guy, I couldn't help but let my mind be conflicted by it all.

The dream was hot, I admit, but it seemed kind of blurry since I couldn't really see the guy's face. His lips were buried deeply in my neck, and the scruff of his stubble was pressing into mine. It almost felt real from the way his teeth kept digging into my raw skin, and I couldn't help but think about how hard it made me feel.

It's definitely weird because I'm not feeling any freak out about it, which I should, because I'm pretty sure straight guys don't react like that while dreaming about other guys, right? I mean.....it's not like I haven't thought of it before since I've already watched gay porn. But I'm also pretty certain that it feels different than actually doing it in real life. And I haven't really experienced it. But right now, maybe it can just stay as a dream. Because it was a dream, after all, right?

God. I should probably get my thoughts in check because what the fuck am I thinking? Honestly, it's messed up since I haven't really thought about other guys while watching gay porn and definitely not having a wet dream when I'm lying next to my gay best friend.

But the scene of its fantasy seems to boggle me enough that I can't even help but replay every feeling of its image. I should probably just stop since it'll only mess my head even more, but my hand and my brain seem to not be keen on that idea since I just continue to jack off while thinking of the boy in my dream.

"Hogan"

His lips were now running down my back and he starts kissing my tan skin with his lushed warmness. I can't help but feel lustful from its pleasure and roll my eyes as he comes back and kisses my neck even more. The boy just seems to be in full ecstasy from the way he gasps and he continues to tug on my hair to devour my mouth with his.

"Hogan"

His chest pressed against my back. His masculine scent that leaves a hint of sensibility in my body. His touch, his lips, his dick. Fuck. Why is my body liking this too much?

"Hogan"

God. That voice. It just seems so familiar, like I could picture every word that he's saying. He just continues to drive me crazy though, as he wraps his fingers around my dick and gives it a squeeze, then jerks it faster, leaving me more speechless.

"Hogan, I- your father was- Woah"

My eyes instantly darts open from hearing the voice that keeps calling me continuously and be shocked as to what welcomes me. I didn't even get to release my lust yet because as soon as I open my eyes, a wide-eyed Serge starts gleaming his gaze over my body, examining the hand in my shaft. He instantly covers his eyes though, and I couldn't help but feel more ashamed as I grab a towel and hide my hard on.

"Fuck. Sorry I- what were you saying again?" I ask him.

Serge tries to take a peek while being hidden by his fingers and speaks up once again when he sees me covered, "Uhm....Yeah, your dad said he left his wallet in the bathroom, and he made me get it. But you weren't answering, so I thought I could just try and grab it quickly, which I shouldn't have, because I didn't know you were- you know." He answers, pointing his hand over my body.