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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 18 Location: England |
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| Introduction: Phoenix is on the other side of the world without his boyfriend Xavier to pleasure him. Can he pleasure himself as much as Xavier can? | ||
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All I could think about was how much I wanted to fuck him; to have him moaning my name as I made him come over and over. But I was here in LA, and he was all the way back in the UK. Fucking typical. I considered calling him but it would be the middle of the night over there right now, and as horny as I was, it wouldn’t be fair on him; no matter how hard my cock was underneath my jeans. I was frustrated and my head was a mess, with nothing but my hand and imagination to rely on for the release I so desperately needed. I sighed to myself, laughing at my frustration as I hauled my Ramones t-shirt over my head before discarding it aimlessly to the floor below. Keeping my hotel room tidy was the least of my worries right now. I walked over to my iPod that was on my bedside drawers and slotted it into the speakers before clicking shuffle. As if it had read my mind. The slow, heavy beat began pumping from the speakers; heart beat increasing as the low melody vibrated through me and my fucking unbelievably horny veins. I hastily unbuttoned my jeans; fingers fumbling unsuccessfully a few times as my hands trembled with anticipation; desperate to be around my aching length. Jesus, Phoenix. Slow down. The dark material slipped from my hips, landing with a heavy thud on the floor as my belt clacked against the zip and various buttons. I jumped out of them so quickly that I almost tripped over my own feet. It had been the first evening in almost a week that I’d had to myself, and my God I was going to use it wisely. Throwing myself on to the king-size bed below, I swung my feet around and lay back against the soft Egyptian cotton sheets, allowing each and every lyric and beat to resonate in my mind. The last moments of the LA sun were peeking through the gap in my curtains; shadows slowly creeping over the floor as it welcomed the sunset; the final rays of warmth reaching out to my toes. I closed my eyes for a second, imagining what it would be like to have him here right now, tasting him, feeling him around me, hearing my name slip from his soft, pink lips. My heart raced and cock twitched at the pure thought. He really was the most beautiful, incredible and intelligent boy I’d ever had the pleasure of meeting, and I loved him with all my heart- I really did. It was just a bonus that he was fan-fucking-tastic in the bedroom as well. I let my head sink back into the pillow as I focused on the incessant pumping of blood to my already throbbing erection; desperate to be released from the unbearably tight elastic that was holding it down. I snaked one hand down my body, grazing my stomach along the way, bringing chills to every possible inch of skin as I allowed my hardness to increase without aid. I was hot; unable to get enough of myself as my arousal surged throughout my body and the pressure in my dick swelled. I teased the skin just above the elastic waistband, brushing my fingers gently up and down my slight snail trail whilst my other hand worked my hard nipples, pinching and rubbing. I extended my fingers over my collar bones, scratching my nails over the taut skin, bringing the blood to the surface, just as I loved it when he did. Shaky, shallow breaths tumbled from my lips; tingling and pouting slightly as I imagined his lips upon mine, pulling and sucking. I couldn’t hold on any longer. My hand slipped past my abdomen and I began caressing the head of my clothed cock with the very tips of my fingers, forcing a harsh exhalation from my lips. The material was damp and I could feel the heat radiating from myself as it twitched in response, pushing so forcefully against the waistband that the material no longer connected with my skin; the head of my cock peeking out of the top. My heart raced as I slipped my boxers down my thighs; the temperature change against my sensitive shaft causing me to inhale sharply. I leant my head forwards and studied myself for a moment; cock rigid against my stomach, the head resting firmly over my navel as a bead of pre-come leaked slowly from the swollen tip. I couldn’t help but watch in mesmerisation as it dropped down on to my stomach, forming a tiny puddle on my tanned skin. I circled my thumb over the slit delicately, smothering as much of the head with my own lube as possible; sighing in relief as I watched it disappear. My palm was soon covered as I rolled it back and forth over the tip of my cock, giving it a hard squeeze every now and then as my inhibitions loosened and desires overwhelmed me. Shutting my eyes, I began stroking the underside of my thick shaft; tracing the defined, hard ridge that ran up the length of its centre, thumb grazing a particularly prominent vein before I softly ran my fingers over the wet head. My body was restless above the sheets beneath me, shuddering at every merciful touch that I gave myself. My breath momentarily hitched in my throat as I encircled the base with my thumb and fingers and started running my hand back and forth the length of my dick; keeping my pace slow as I focused on my rough palm creating an intense friction against the hot, silky skin of my cock. My own lips fell from one another as a strained groan erupted from my throat… and another… and another. My heart thumped against my rib cage as my right bicep flexed tightly beneath my hot skin; trembling as I increased my speed and grip. I shuddered as I brushed the delicate skin of my balls with my spare hand, giving them a gentle squeeze as my other hand continued to work my cock. My legs tensed in response; the knot in my stomach drawing my knees upwards towards the ceiling so that the soles of my feet were resting on the bed, toes flinching every now and then as I caressed a particularly sensitive spot. I continued massaging my balls, grunting hoarsely as I worked my entire body up into a hot mess; sweat now seeping from my pores and coating my electric skin. The head of my cock was becoming wetter and wetter by the second as I travelled through my most intense fantasies, most of which I was reliving from memory, fast getting me closer to my release. Panting heavily amidst the faint slapping of skin from below, I could feel the beginnings of my climax start to take over; the skin of my balls contracting and cock pulsing profusely beneath the firm grip of my palm; veins throbbing furiously beneath the surface of my hot, clammy skin. Moving my hand back and forth quickly over the top half of my cock, I knew I was almost there; the heat and pressure building inside of me was almost unbearable. I tightened my grip to the exact pressure he gave every time he came with me inside of him, forcing my teeth to clamp down onto my bottom lip to stop the overwhelming urge to moan his name repeatedly. Boom. The tightening from my balls quickly released and shot through the entirety of my length, pulsing at the head for a moment before indescribable intense warmth spread from my abdomen to the very tips of my fingers and toes. Grunting and moaning breathlessly with my eyes shut tightly and head tilted backwards so far that the muscles in my neck were trembling, back arching involuntarily, the first load shot from my cock and hit my flushed chest. I groaned as the pressure within my cock decreased slightly, before the second load coated the tense skin over my abs; followed by a third which barely made it past my hand. I clutched onto the sheets at my side as my orgasm ripped through me. My other hand kept its pace, squeezing every last drop out that I had to give until my torso and hand were both dripping with my hot, sticky orgasm. I lay there atop the damp sheets shaking, letting the warm liquid that had spilled from me only moments ago slowly wander into the crevices of my abs; my thumb gently caressing the head of my sensitive cock, wiping away the last drops of come. My eyes finally fluttered open, practically seeing stars as the remnants of my orgasm pulsed through me in soft waves; toes still clenching the duvet beneath them firmly. I released my cock and let it fall to my stomach as it gradually began to soften, completely spent, relieved; the smell of sex filling the hotel room. Grabbing my discarded boxers form the side, I swept them over my chest and then my cock, cleaning up the mess I’d made. My body was far too exhausted- almost numb- to even contemplate a shower right now. I was perfectly content with lying back and revelling in the vacancy of my own mind that the aftermath of pleasure was permitting me to do. The room was dark; now only illuminated by the soft lighting of the city skyline. I gazed out of the window into the distance, listening carefully as my breathing transitioned from quick, heavy pants from my mouth to slower, soft fans of air from my nose. I pressed my hand to my chest, lifting the metal pendant from my dewy skin and twiddling it between my fingers; a going away present that he’d given me before I left just a couple of weeks ago. I wondered if he thought of me when he was alone at night and craving satisfaction… If he ran her fingers between his thighs and let his mind run wild with thoughts of me giving him what no other man could… If he moaned my name as he pleasured herself until he came… If he missed me as heart-achingly much as I did him… Too soppy, Phoenix. Grabbing my phone from the side, I scrolled through my contacts until her name appeared. Tapping away at the screen, I typed a message that I knew would made him laugh as soon as he woke up. I laughed to myself as I pressed the send button, before throwing my phone to the side and closing my eyes. “Just wanked over you. Almost got it in my eye. Sweet dreams .xx” |
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