Page 2 of His Dirty Obsession
“Both?” He looked genuinely concerned and a little green, but he had nothing to worry about. I knew for a fact what he had underneath those shorts. More than once, I’d noticed a bulge in his tight briefs, often wondering what it’d be like to drop to my knees and nuzzle into the fabric, mouthing his cock, making him hard.
I shook my head, both to get out of my head and to disagree with his question.
“Why would you say that? You wear nothing but boxer briefs in the morning. You can’t be that self-conscious.”
“I’m not when I’m around you. Since I’ve been here, I think we’ve hit it off. I don’t feel an overwhelming need to cover up but at an audition, with people I don’t know? That’s a different matter.”
We sat quietly for the next couple of moments; him looking increasingly more worried and me imagining him in my bed, buried balls deep in his arse. The image grew, with him holding himself open, a filthy look on his face as he watched over his shoulder, encouraging me to go deeper, harder. I closed my eyes and groaned far too loudly.
“You OK there, Ben?” Xavier’s look of worry had turned to one of mild amusement as my eyes shot open.
Sod breakfast. I needed to get out of here before I embarrassed myself completely. I’d not come in my underwear since I was a teen and wasn’t about to do that now. Standing quickly, I realised at the last moment my now very erect cock was right at his eye level. One false move and I’d have his eye out!
Could this moment get any worse? It appeared it could, as in my haste, I jostled the table and my coffee cup; the contents spilling onto the table. I watched in horror as the hot coffee dripped into Xavier’s lap, making him jump up. An undignified yelp left his mouth. He brushed frantically at the scalding liquid currently turning his thighs red.
“Oh, Jesus. I’m so sorry.” Ignoring my current state of arousal, I reached forward to brush the liquid from his legs, belatedly realising I was dangerously close to touching his dick. No, scratch that. I was touching his dick.
Absolute horror filled me, and I backed away, wishing the last few seconds had not just happened. I’d touched his dick!
I turned tail and ran from the room up the two flights of stairs to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me, leaning against it, my breaths rapid. Could I have made a bigger fool of myself? I’d not only spilled coffee all over the man, but I’d also touched his dick. I banged the back of my head on the door. What was I thinking?
I should have been mortified, but wicked thoughts ran through my mind.
I’d touched Xavier’s dick.
The embarrassment. How could I face him again? Not only had I touched his dick, but I’d thrust my erection into his face and that, more than anything, was going to be hard to live down.
I needed to speak to Richard. He’d know what to do.
Richard was an old friend, an old friend with benefits, although it had been a few months since we’d had that arrangement. Reaching for my phone, I realised at the last moment I’d taken it down to breakfast with me and had left it on the table in my haste to leave the kitchen.
Damn it, that meant I’d have to face Xavier again, and I wasn’t sure I had the nerve to do that just yet.
I sat on my bed, contemplating what to do next. I had a meeting in about half an hour, and I’d need my phone for that too. Hopefully, Xavier would have left the kitchen by now. Let’s be honest, he was wearing wet briefs and would need to change them.
There was nothing for it. I had to go back downstairs.
I grabbed a pair of sweats and put them on. If I ran into him, then at least the goods would no longer be on display. My earlier discomfort wouldn’t be forgotten, but at least I wouldn’t be thrusting my arousal in his face.
I opened the door, listening for any signs of movement, but heard nothing. Maybe he was in his room or maybe in the shower, hot suds sluicing down his toned body.
For fuck’s sake! Mind out of the gutter, Ben!
The second to last step on the stairs had a loose board, and not wanting to announce my arrival, I stepped around it, finally reaching the hallway leading into the kitchen.
I was about to walk in when a breathy moan stopped me in my tracks. What the hell?
Knowing I should just walk away, go right back upstairs to my room, I did what any man would do and slowly edged towards the door as quietly as I could.
The harsh breaths continued. I knew that sound. I knew what was happening, but instead of turning away, as any sane person would do, I peered through the crack in the door.
Xavier Ward was just as beautiful as I’d imagined, standing gloriously naked in my kitchen. His hand moved up and down his cock. It was hypnotic, and I watched with wide eyes as it moved quicker. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, and he bit his lip as he continued to rub his enormous dick. How I wanted that to be me.
I pressed the heel of my hand to my groin, feeling my hardness beneath my sweats. The temptation to do the same thing he was became an overpowering urge.
Reaching inside my cotton shorts, I took myself in hand and squeezed. God, that felt good. I slid my hand up to the tip, pulling the foreskin over the end, applying just a little pressure. I felt a pearl of precum on my fingers and used the slick bead as lubrication.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him and matched my strokes to his. He had to be close if his face was anything to go by, and my orgasm wouldn’t be far behind. I held my breath, aware he might hear me. His hand moved faster, and I could see sweat forming on his skin.
