Page 15 of Loving Leo

Shit. Before I realize where my thoughts are going, my pants are undone and my hand is wrapped around my cock, stroking up and down with a firm, determined grip.

I should really stop. This whole fake scene is not turning me on. It’s beyond ridiculous is what it is. All his writhing and faux moaning. I glance at the screen and see he’s totally naked now, a dildo up his ass, his muscular legs spread.

How did I miss that?

See. I’m not thinking about him. Not in the slightest. I was just horny for other reasons. And since I haven’t come, it would be stupid to just not go ahead and finish. I’ve had a long day and I don’t need blue balls when I’m trying to sleep.

That’s for damn sure. It’s all part of being a human. Just maintenance. Pure biology. I started something and now I need to finish it.

I pull my eyes off the screen, ignoring the man fuckinghimself with silicone and try to pull up in my hazy mind the last time I fucked a woman. That unfortunately brings my thoughts to Lana and I can’t have that, so I go back even further to the blonde that picked me up in a bar downtown a few years ago.

Yes. She was beautiful. Not really a talker, but in complete control of herself. She knew what she wanted in life. Not like the kid on my screen who clearly has no real ambition or goals.

He fucks himself on camera and cleans offices for a living! Clearly he doesn’t have any plans for his future. Argh. Stop thinking about him. Not him. Never him. He’s so damn infuriating. He eats candy for dinner. I’m sure he does, his tongue stained blue, his lips red.

I groan as my hand tightens on my cock and I shift my hips up off the sofa.

How the hell does he manage that body when he eats nothing but junk food? I peek at the screen. Shit, it’s a nice body too. He’s trim, but well-muscled. It means nothing. I can say that about another man.

My balls swell and I’m panting as I pull on my cock, heat traveling down my spine. My eyes stay locked on the screen, really its because I’m trying to parse out how he manages to eat so much candy and still look this good. He has to work out a lot that’s for sure. There’s no way he doesn’t with the amount of muscle he has. Finely sculpted.

He could definitely work his way around a bedroom.

The way he could control someone. Another man.

My mouth parts and a small whimper slips out just in time to see cum flying from his cock. A cock he’s not currently touching might I add. He came just from fucking himself on the dildo? How the fuck did he do?—

Oh shit. My entire body draws up tight as my dick jerks, ropes of cum shooting from the tip. My breath comes out in loud pants as I stroke myself through the release, until my balls are drained and my head is spinning.

I don’t remember the last time I came that hard, or when it felt that good.

I quickly turn off the screen and sit back, my wet cock out for anyone to see as I pant and try to regain my composure.

I just jerked off like a damn heathen.

It didn’t mean anything. It was just a…fantasy?

Shit. What the hell is happening to me?

I kick my pants off and wobble to the bathroom, turning on the shower and testing the water, waiting for it to grow warm before I strip off and step underneath it.

It hits my overheated skin and makes me feel like I’m dying. Fuck, I must be close to the end. Is this how I go? Overheated in the shower with a limp dick and empty balls.

I blame Leo.

Damn guy getting all up in my space, fucking with my head.

I place my forehead on the cool tile walls and close my eyes, my mind filtering right past Lana and straight to Leo who I can envision standing right beside me, that saucy grin pulling his lips up, his lean body wet from the mist of the shower.

Quickly, I open my eyes, wash myself off and step out of the shower.

It’s just the candy, I think. The candy and the popcorn. And the lack of sex.

I will make sure I masturbate regularly from now on and eat healthier.

Yes, that will do the trick.

It has to.

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