property of liam dunbar {boyxboy}

seven • property of liam dunbar

{liam dunbar}

I walked in my house quickly trying to avoid my mom. I cover up my hard on with my notebook I held. I need to take care this, right now.

"Honey, you hungry" my mom was walking to me. Shit. "Fuck" I mouthed to myself "Did you have a snack at Brett's house" she leans up against the stairs post.

"No" I try to go up the stairs "you want a sandwich" she asked happily "Yes! Mom yes I would love a sandwich" I said as politely as I can. I need to go to my room. She looks at me suspiciously but let's go.

I shut my room door and lock it behind me. I throw my bag on my bed and went to my bathroom.

I unzip my shorts and take my member out. It pops out and I take it in my hand. I stroke it slowly.

A little moan escapes my lips while I jerked myself off. I put my free hand against the sink for support. When I came moments later, I felt relieved and out of breath.

I ripped some toilet paper off and wiped my tip off then washed my hands. I zip my shorts up and left my bathroom.

How could Brett do that me? Why did he do that? I only got hard because his hand was on my thigh then he palmed my dick then rubbed it.

Who wouldn't get hard from that?

I grab my bag and walk over to my desk. I pull out my homework to finish, I couldn't finish it at Brett's because of what he was doing to me.

My mom tries open my room door "Open your door" I set my backpack down and get up, I unlock the door "Why was your door locked" I take my sandwich from her hands.

"No reason" I lied, I walk back over to my desk and set the plate down. I sit down and turn in my swivel chair to face my mom.

"Did you have fun at Brett's house" she asked coming further into my room, I don't know what to tell her. "We did some homework and that was it" I avoid my mother's eye contact and focused on the necklace she was wearing.

"Oh okay" she nods her head then looks at the floor. Then back at me "Is that what I think it is" she points to my shorts.

I look down at what she was pointing, it was cum. My heart starts to race in my chest.

"No, that's toothpaste" I lied and then gave her a nervous smile. She narrows her eyes at me "You had that on you all day" she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I guess I didn't notice" I did a nervous chuckle.

"Okay" she walks to my bedroom door about to leave but turns around to look at me "Don't forget to put your plate in the sink when you're down" then leaves my room for good.

I let out a long breath that seemed like I held forever. I turn back to my desk and grabbed my sandwich in my hands.

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I finished homework and put it away. My phone rings, I pick it up off my desk. I look at the caller ID it was Brett, I let it go to voicemail.

It starts to vibrate and I bet it's Brett texting me. I pick up my phone again, and look at my lock screen.

Brett
I am sorry for what I did today, putting my hands on you that way but I don't regret it either. But I'm not going to stop trying to prove to you that you are gay. I bet when you got home you jerked off too, but that's none of my business. And I'm going to ask you something next year and you're answer is going to be yes. But you'll never see it coming either.

I roll my eyes and throw my phone to my bed. I look out my window and it was dark outside.

I walk to my bathroom, I turn on my the shower head and strip out of all my clothes. The warm water felt amazing against my skin.

I just can't get over how Brett did that to me. I'm not gay, he doesn't need to prove anything.

He's so stupid, with his stupid idea of trying to prove something that's not true. With his stupid hands touching my thigh and then...

Slowing riding up my thigh, getting closer and closer. I bite my bottom lip. Until he touches my crotch, palming it through my shorts then rubbing it slowly.

I open my eyes realizing I was fantasying about Brett touching me again. I felt a pulse and I was hard again, I wrap my fingers around my shaft and stroke it slowly.

My eyes shut and my head falls back, the water hit my chest and stomach. I bite my bottom lip, a little moan escapes my lips.

I gasped when I came. I panted, I bathed myself then got out. I wrapped my towel around my hips, I turn off my bathroom light and stepped into my room. I never masturbated twice in a day. But I got be honest it felt good to do it twice.

Brett was standing next my desk when I came out, "What the fucking hell are you doing in my room" I held my towel up on my hips "Your mom let me in" he picked up a book off my desk then set back down.

"You need to get out, now" I walk over to my door and opened it. He didn't move away from my desk, "Not yet, but did you get my text" he looks at me. I hold onto the door knob "No I didn't."

He walks to where I am, he leans closer to me. He had a bruise on his left cheek.

He leans to my ear "Yeah you did, you read it from your lock screen but didn't open it" he whispers to my ear and that sent shivers down my spine. I hold onto the door knob tightly.

He places a hand on my left hip, his warm fingers touched my skin and towel. His touch burned against my skin and through the towel. His breath cooled my ear.

He takes his hand away and leaves. I exhale sharply, I never knew how close he could get to me for me to stop breathing.