Page 31 of The Bro Pact
Ineedto jerk off.
Too many days have passed since I’ve jizzed, and my balls are filling up. I’m finally throwing in the towel because I can’t keep ogling Ren out of sheer sexual frustration.
It’s not fair to him.
After my nap, I woke up with a raging hard-on that was almost painful. I’m so fucking horny, I physically can’t wait any longer. I don’t think I’ve gone this long without coming since I started having sex with Marissa a year ago.
Some might call me a late bloomer for losing my virginity at eighteen, but I’m not the type who can have one-night stands. Not like Warren. I need an emotional connection with someone first, and I don’t think that will ever change.
I should have time while he’s in the shower getting ready to go out to the bar.
If I’m quick.
Tugging my shorts down, I pull my leaking cock out of my boxer briefs and perch on the end of the bed.
The bed that we’ve been sharing since day two.
This is fucked up, but I can’t help it. My balls are aching, and my body is begging for release.
I’m absolutely terrified of being caught, but I can’t hold back any longer. I haven’t nutted since we started this trip for fuck’s sake.
I swirl my hand around the tip and tug on my sac before I start a steady pace. A small moan slips out, and I bite my lip to contain it as I begin pumping my hips into my fist.
Suddenly, with the water still running, the bathroom door flies open and a wet-haired, towel-clad Ren steps out, gray eyes wide with shock as he stares at me helplessly.
Frozen.
“I-I was . . . I needed . . .”
He can’t even get his words out, and here I am, continuing to stare at him and jack off like an absolute deviant. My eyes skate down his toned body dripping with water, catching on his Adonis belt that’s more cut than any gym rat I’ve ever seen.
Ren’s towel begins to tent as I shamelessly peruse his half-naked body.
I should stop.
I should turn around, tuck my dick in my pants, and put an end to this. I should do anything except pick up speed, stroking myself harder and thrusting my hips faster, wishing I could see what’s underneath.
When my gaze finally darts up to meet his, I explode, ropes of cum shooting all over my hand and abdomen. I grunt and gasp for air before I come down from the much-needed release.
Oh God.
What did I do?
What the fuck did I just do?
I squeeze my eyes shut in utter humiliation as I continue to hold my spent cock while it softens.
“Kyle,” Ren’s voice is soft, hesitant. “It’s okay,” he insists, but how can it be? How can it ever be okay again?
This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.
I must utter the words out loud, because when I open my eyes, Ren is holding his hands out in front of him like he’s facing off with a spooked, wild animal.
And maybe I am, because I tuck my sticky cock away, yank up my shorts, and dart for the bathroom to lock myself away for all of eternity.
We made eye contact, and I came. I fucking came.
What is wrong with me?
