Page 34 of The Guy Next Door

Fuck…those abs.

That face.

Those eyes. Those damn eyes.

Isn’t it weird enough that he knows I’m watching him, but now he must know I’m about to cream to his image?

Memories of that night when I pulled him into the closet flash through my head. We were so fucking close. At the time, I was concerned with keeping him safe, but now I just remember his ass being pushed up against me, my hand against his abs to keep him tight against my body.

That’s probably the only time I’ll ever get to touch his magnificent body.

As I’m jerking off, I’m staring at his face, imagining what he’d look like with my cock in him. Imagining him writhing beneath me, begging for more, those lips wide as he calls out my name.

Guilt flashes through me.

Enjoy the view.

He wants me to enjoy this—or am I telling myself that to get myself to the end?

My palm’s too dry, and I can tell I’m rubbing myself raw, but it doesn’t matter because a few moments later my cock pulses in my grip as I shoot into my boxers, my body lurching forward in my seat, still looking at Leif’s face.

I take my wet hand out of my boxers, feeling the warmth of me against my crotch as I catch my breath.

“Why did you do that to me?” I whisper to this image of him.

And now I really feel like a fucking creeper.

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LEIF

After I closemy blinds, I strip down and get into the shower.

Enjoy the view.

Why am I hoping he did enjoy it?

Is it cruel to taunt him when I know he’s attracted to me? Maybe, but it was such a thrill thinking about the way he looks at me. That he doesn’t even look like he could hide his attraction if he wanted to.

I’ve never messed around with a guy before, but while I’m showering off, I notice I’m spending extra time scrubbing between my ass cheeks, even though I’ve already washed there. This isn’t about washing, though.

It’s curiosity.

He likes my ass. What would he want to do with it?

Obviously, I know the answer.

I’ve never been interested in anal before, but all of a sudden I’m thinking about gay sex and what it’d be like to have a guy in me.

I’ve heard great things about the prostate. It would supposedly feel good.

I run my middle finger around the rim, pushing the tip in, but my ass is pretty tight. How do guys get a fucking dick up there? I push a little farther, but it weirds me out.

Stop it! What the fuck are you doing?

This is all Zane’s fault. He has my brain doing wild things.

I finish washing up, but I can’t let go of my curiosity.

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