Page 17 of View From the Bottom

Frankie owned my pleasure.

An insatiable appetite for sex had overtaken my thoughts the last few days, pushing logic and reason to their breaking points. I thought I might be going insane when I got a quick whiff of the coffee shop guy’s cologne and nearly came without touching myself, packed tightly away in my briefs, in front of everyone in the café. I may have even shuddered at the daydream of his scent wafting over me as he fucked me in his bed, my legs hooked over his shoulders, his sturdy hands gripping my chest, the sweat from his forehead crashing against my skin with each powerful thrust.

Hard. Like cymbals at the symphony orchestra deftly promulgating a crescendo.

Fuck. Would I even make it until Frankie’s return? It was just hours away. But hours felt like days—months—in my current state of anguish.

I wondered what he was thinking about on his flight. What sick and twisted games he would have in store for me when he got home. In the bedroom, he loved to exert his dominance over me, and I loved to submit willingly to whatever that meant in his brain on any given day.

Had he gotten off since he’d been gone? Surely, he had. We had no rules about that. It was my torment that got us both going; Frankie pulling my strings from miles away while I suffered from blue balls, getting hornier and staying harder for more waking hours each day, becoming needier, more desperate, more deviant in my willingness to please him.

He’d found it strange when he first started traveling for work—the fact that I wanted to wait for him. He told me he didn’t mind if I jerked off. It wasn’t about my pleasure, though. It was about my submission to him. It turned me on. I’d found thatturning him on—pleasing him—gratified me, with or without my own release. And he had quickly found that his dominion over me turned him on as well. That forcing me to wait for him made me more eager. That the cruel, sadistic denial made me hornier.

The first work trip he took lasted only three days, and by the time he returned, I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth before he had a chance to drop his suitcase by the door. His first week away from home had me begging for his return. I didn’t think I’d make it through his first two-week trip, but he reassured me over the phone that my wait would be worth it. I survived. And it was.

But three weeks? Three fucking weeks?

I felt like I was about to pop. A balloon growing tighter and more transparent with each breath into its hollow core had more give than I currently had.

I’d resorted to doing things I hadn’t done since I was a teenager to ease my desire. In bed at night, as my half-hard cock refused to deflate, I’d turn over onto my stomach and shove it underneath me so it pointed to my feet. I’d rake my body up and down, humping the mattress, attempting to find some satisfaction without touching myself. I’d get myself close, the nerve endings in the swollen crown of my cock tingling with excitement, then stop so I wouldn’t come. Once I found control, I’d think dirty thoughts about Frankie shoving his cock down my throat or pushing himself into my hungry hole, pressing his weight into me as he fucked me long and deep. Then, I’d start humping the mattress again, precome trailing the white sheets between my legs.

I’d experimented with pissing on myself in the shower, just for some sort of release. I’d let my bladder get so full I felt like I would explode, then stand in the shower and massage my cock. I was so horny it didn’t take long for my erection to fully inflate. I’d never thought much about it before, but as my hard dickexploded a stream of clear-yellow piss into the air, as I pointed my pissing cock toward my face and let loose a torrent of warm liquid over my flesh, I suddenly understood the eroticism behind it. The release was freeing. It felt like molting a layer of dead skin in which my body felt trapped. A twisted sense of freedom washed over me as I bathed myself in my own piss. It was hard to deny how intoxicating it felt; an act of submission to one’s very nature.

Had I been allowed to get off afterward, I’m sure the act would have been even more satisfying.

Maybe Frankie would invite Trent to join us for a twisted adventure. We’d never had an open relationship, but Frankie’s partner at work, and now, our friend, joined us in the bedroom from time to time. They’d been on this trip together and I imagined they’d be on the same flight home. Trent’s adventurous personality would certainly have a welcome place in our bed tonight, not to mention his stamina… and his tight fucking body.

As horny as I was, as sexually ravenous as I was feeling, I would practically beg them to fill both of my holes at the same time.

It was ten till five. Most of my team had wrapped up work on their projects for the week and started to head out, so I did the same. The day had nearly disappeared into a sexual abyss, one defined by inappropriate thoughts at work. Fortunately, I found no one on my team all that attractive. But it didn’t stop me from imagining Chance with a better haircut and sharper features, or Chris a bit more put together and clean-shaven.

All day my inflated cock leaked precome into my briefs, which had become stained and stiff with seminal fluid. The head of my dick was sticky with the stuff, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Frankie’s flight would land at six, so he would—should—be home by seven. Fuck. I was crawling out of my skin and the anticipation of his arrival was killing me, so I stopped by a bar to have a happy-hour drink with a couple of friends on my way home. I just needed to ease the tension that was coursing through my body.

I got home at a quarter after six, so I prepped for whatever Frankie might have in store for me, then jumped in the shower.

Jesus, the thought of him sitting on a stuffy plane all day, then idling in heavy rush-hour traffic in the back of a rideshare on a hot day had my wheels turning. He’d probably be frustrated. Maybe he’d want to take out some of that stress on me. Maybe he’d need me to help him relax in some way. And he’d probably smell amazing. Like a hot, well-traveled man who had had a long day at the office: masculine, rugged, and slightly musky. I didn’t know why that was turning me on, but there was hardly anything that wasn’t in my current state.

In the shower, my dick stood at attention as I rinsed the day off my body. The piss flowed from me again, ran down the length of my cock and covered my chest and abdomen, trailing through my pubic hair and dripping down my thighs. I threw my head back from the sensation of freeing myself without an orgasm. Finally, I washed my hair and scrubbed myself down with a bar of natural soap, rinsing one more time before drying myself off.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, my swollen cock still in a state of arousal, I heard a key enter the lock on the front door and the knob turn. Two voices talked and laughed as they entered the apartment, so I quickly covered myself with a towel and ducked into the bedroom. It could’ve been Trent, and I had nothing he hadn’t seen before, no hole he hadn’t filled, but it could’ve been someone else with Frankie, and that possibility called for a bit more modesty.

“Babe?” Frankie’s husky, cheerful, commanding voice called from the front door.

“In the bedroom.”

“Trent’s here. He just needed to stop in and take a piss before heading back to Jersey.”

“Hey, Trent,” I greeted from the bedroom. “Hope you guys had a nice flight.”

Trent responded. “Hey, Marco. Wasn’t too bad. Sorry for the intrusion.”

“No worries. Just getting dressed.”

I heard them bid their farewells, Trent closing the bathroom door behind him, before I dropped my towel and fell to my knees in the bedroom. I needed Frankie’s dick immediately.

He stepped into our bedroom looking as hot as he possibly could with a noticeable stubble covering his face. He must have not shaved this morning. He wore sneakers, jeans, and a fitted T-shirt—his traveling outfit, he called it. The subtle ruggedness that crept from the crevices of his frame and graced the fabrics of his casual, athletic outfit was not lost on me.

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