Page 33 of The Heartstrings of Harry
I jerked myself hard, listening to the music of the lube squelching. I closed my eyes and imagined that the sucking sound was coming from Harry who was crouched between my legs…
My dick in his mouth…
His head bobbing up and down as I groaned with pleasure.
“Oh yeah, Harry. Right there,” I moaned, twisting my grip as I pounded my dick.
“Uh-huh… oh fuck… I’m gonna…”
With a loud cry I raised my hips high and let my load fly.
Hot cum splashed across my tensed stomach and up my chest, splashing against my throat while I grunted and bit down hard on my bottom lip.
Slowly I caught my breath, let my body melt against the bed.
Looking down I grinned at the last of my cum oozing from my slit, pooling in my navel.
The aftershocks of ecstasy rippled through my body, pleasure washing over me until that feeling of bliss slipped away like a wave on the sand, leaving me once again heartbroken that Harry hadn’t stayed.
That I could never be with him the way I yearned to be.
HARRY
It wasn’tuntil I curled up in bed that I realized I’d left Dean’s framed picture at Andy’s.
I kicked myself.
I’d already decided to place it on my nightstand.
Just the thought of his face by my bed, that scruffy blond hair, that million-dollar smile, those eyes watching me while I slept… God, I could feel my cock already getting hard.
I slept naked, and when I threw the sheets off, my thick, huge cock was already stretching its way up my hairy belly, seed already spilling from my slit.
Obviously, a job needed doing, but I was going to have to do it left-handed, since my right hand was cut and bandaged. It also still smelled of Dean’s signature fragrance after trying to clean up the smashed glass.
As I grabbed my meaty cock with my left hand, I raised my right hand to my face, pressing my palm against my nose and mouth and inhaling the heady cocktail of blood, antiseptic, and cologne.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” I snorted into my hand, the words muffled.
I dry-jerked my cock hard, the foreskin sliding up and down, my fist squeezing and twisting and ready to wring every last drop of cum out of me.
I clenched my big ass cheeks and raised my hips.
I breathed in the scent of the cologne with a bestial growl, hungry for more.
I felt my stomach muscles knot and contort as I pumped my cock to the brink of orgasm before—
“Oh fuck! Dean!” I choked. “Oh, fuck yeah!”
Cum splashed over my hairy chest and heaving abs, sticky spools matting my fur.
I groaned with each surge.
Cum drenched me and I pulled my hand away from my mouth and nose, desperate for air.
Meanwhile, my other hand tightened its grip on the base of my cock, slapping the hard shaft against my gut to shake out the last surges of cum.
Then there I lay, flat on my back, buck naked and panting, wishing that if I couldn’t have Dean in my bed, at least I could have his photo beside me.
