Page 13 of Footlights and Forever

Shit, was that me or him?

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

Him, no need to worry.“It’s cool.”

“Sorry, your pillow smells good.” I stared blankly at the back of his head. What the actual fuck was he talking about, and more importantly, what did he think he was doing, taking lungfuls of my pillow and groaning like a fucking porn star?

“It’s just a new shampoo,” I stammered, beads of sweat form quickly at my temple as I gulped deeply.

“Well, whatever it is, it smells fucking delicious.” He pushed up from the bed, his hair messy from him mashing his head against the pillow.

I imagine his hair would look similar after… okay let’s not go down that rabbit hole While wearing loose grey sleep shorts.

“Can we take a break please Dylan?” He scooted towards the edge of the bed until he was almost between my legs. I coughed on nothing and moved back a step. I noticed a small smile on his mouth before he schooled his features. “Please?”

It didn’t take me long to remember the last time I fantasized about Austin Ridge on my bed saying please to me. It hadnothing to do with Physics, however. “Sure, we can take a break.”

“Okay cool.” He pointed to the door of my en suite. “You cool if I take a quick shower?”

“Yeah go ahead, you know where it is.” I didn’t get much else out. Without dropping my gaze for a second, Austin stepped out of his shorts and pulled his jersey over his head which he dropped onto the carpet below, until he stood in front of me in just a white athletic jockstrap. The thick cotton band pressed into the skin of his hips. Of their own volition my eyes traveled down his body, across the dips and mounds of his pecs and abs, down across that damn muscle V to the straining pouch of fabric holding back his very generous bulge. I managed to catch a line of drool as it pooled at the corner of my mouth just before it dripped to the floor below.

“Uh Dylan?” Someone said from somewhere.

“Yeah huh,” I mumbled, my eyes choosing not to lose the vision I had in front of me.

“Dylan?” the voice sounded again. How rude to try and distract me from this.

“Um, can I get a towel?” I registered Austin’s deep chuckle which instantly shocked me out of my brain malfunction. I mean, he couldn’t be too angry with me for obviously perving at him, it was his choice to just undress in front of me like some kind of live action wet dream. I snapped my gaze up to meet his, but thankfully the only expression I found on his face was one filled with laughter.

“Oh shit yeah, I’m sorry.” I waved my hand towards the bathroom. “There are fresh ones in the cabinet in there.”

“Okay cool thanks,” he said, his hands travelling down his sides. Thumbs hooked into the waist band of his jockstrap and with devastating slowness, he slid his jockstrap down his thighs and kicked it onto small pile of his clothes at his feet. I think Idied in that very moment. His thick heavy cock just hung there, mere feet from my face. My tongue felt ten times its size in my mouth as I struggled to swallow the pool of moisture. I really was just another of Pavlov’s dogs at mealtime. “I’ll just be a few.” I looked up to catch his wink as he turned around and walked towards the bathroom. His round bubble butt almost mesmerized me in a way that made me follow him into the bathroom.

My sense, however, won out and I sank down to the bed behind me.What the fuck was that? Was Austin Ridge really just overtly flirting with me, naked in my own room?The short answer would be yes, but his motivation had yet to be seen. I knew some straight guys got off on gay dudes lusting after them, and maybe that’s all this was. Maybe Austin was just like the rest of us and was turned on by sexual approval and validation. It didn’t have to be an invitation that saidHey Dylan, can you please swallow my cock and eat my hole.

I took down all the boards around the room, shoving them in my closet as I tried to drown out the sounds of running water and slaps of wet skin. My cock thickened, sliding down the leg of my shorts, throbbing almost painfully. I tried to think of anything and everything that would get it to calm down. It was one thing to stare obviously at a straight guy, it was a whole other more dangerous deal to be waiting outside the bathroom hard and horny for one.

Realizing that I was fighting a losing battle, I tucked it into the waistband and pulled my t-shirt down over the exposed tip. The water from the shower shut off, leaving an eerie quiet. I stood there motionless and waited for Austin to emerge. The handle of the door twisted, the ever-present squeak from the metal that definitely needed oiling that I always said I’d get around to and never did. The door was pulled open, a wall of steam billowing from the room like fake mist from some typeof nineties gameshow hanging there in the ether waiting for the star to emerge.

Austin walked through the steam, my greedy eyes taking in the sight of his wet hair clinging to his neck letting rivulets of water drip down his neck to his chest, downwards still until it landed on… the towel around his waist.

“Awww!” I moaned, staring at the towel before I realized what I’d said. My hand flew up to slap across my mouth. Austin looked down his body as his eyes filled with laughter. A sharp bark escaped his throat before he fell to pieces. His hand gripped the back of my desk chair as he laughed loudly, waving his hand in front of his face.

“If I knew you would have been that upset I would have left it off,” he wheezed through bouts of hysterics.

“It just slipped out,” I protested weakly.

“You wish.” He winked at me before breaking into peals of laughter again. He managed to compose himself for a moment before walking over to the set of drawers near my bedroom door. Like he owned the place, he pulled the top drawer open, pulling out a pair of my briefs and white t-shirts. “I didn’t think you would mind.” He winked at me, before slipping the t-shirt over his head and slipping into the underwear under his towel and pulling it off. Okay, if I thought he looked sexy standing in my room naked and sweaty, I was not even slightly prepared for how Austin would look bulging out of my t-shirt and quite literally bulging out of underwear. The fabric stretched so far out I could almost see the delicious skin below.

“Whatever you wank… want!” I shouted in his face.

He bit his bottom lip and chuckled, moving over to my desk. He sat down on my desk chair, his thighs spread wide as he swung the chair back and forth, his hand straying under my shirt to rub his stomach. This guy was seriously trying to kill me now. “So what do you want to do?”

“What do you mean?” I gave my head a small shake and sat back on the edge of the bed.

“I mean I think we are done with the studying, so do you maybe want to do something with me?”

Absofuckinglutely yes, I wanted to do something with him.

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