My cock twitched again, starting to strain against my boxers, and I winced because the middle of the District line was not the place to get a boner.
I casually slid my messenger bag over my crotch, trying to think unsexy thoughts, but all I could think about was whether I could punish Simon for giving me an erection on the Tube.
I imagined spreading him out on my bed and spanking his thick, round ass until it was a beautiful shade of red and then jacking off until I covered his skin in ribbons of cum.
Fuck, that was a beautiful idea. I wondered if he’d let me take a picture of it afterwards if I promised not to share it with anyone and to keep his face out of it. Simon was quite shy about his body, no matter how many times I told him how sexy he was, and I got the feeling he wouldn’t really be up for taking dirty photos.
I just wished he could see how gorgeous he was.
The Tube doors dinged as we pulled into the station, and I stepped onto the platform, thankful my week was over. My watch said it was only five thirty, and I wondered if Simon would be home yet. I knew he usually finished at four thirty, and on most Fridays, he skipped the gym. Plus, I already knew our other housemate, Steve, was spending the weekend at his girlfriend’s because her housemates were both away until Sunday.
I’d smiled when Steve had told me, partly because it meant I could tempt Simon into trying all sorts of delicious things with me all weekend. There were so many fun things we could do if we didn’t have to be quiet or worry about other people or have a short time limit. It also meant I wouldn’t have to listen to Steve and Olivia having sex, especially because Olivia was rather loud and squeaky.
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey and a couple boxes of condoms on my way home, enjoying the look on the cute checkout boy’s face as he asked me if there was anything else I needed. On a whim, I bought a lottery ticket as well, because it would be the cherry on top of this weekend if I didn’t have to go to work on Monday and could tell Ethan exactly where to shove it.
Maybe if I won, I could convince Simon to come on holiday with me. I could whisk us off somewhere sunny and exotic where we could swim naked in the sea and spend hours fucking on a huge bed with crisp, white sheets.
I shook my head. That was a stupid idea.
We were fuck buddies—friends-with-benefits if you wanted to be polite about it—and nothing more. Whisking your fuck buddy away on an exotic luxury holiday so we could have sex under the stars was not something people did.
Even if there was a small voice in my head that traitorously suggested that it might be nice to have more. After all, Simon was the sweetest person I’d ever met, and his self-deprecation and self-consciousness made me want to wrap him up and protect him from the world… and himself. I wanted to tell him over and over just how gorgeous and amazing he was until he believed me.
No.
I was not going there.
I was not a relationship person. Not now, not ever.
Whatever I was feeling for Simon was nothing more than a crush, and if I buried it for long enough, it would go away, and I could go back to my everyday life.
Okay, so that probably wasn’t going to happen. But I was going to live in denial for as long as physically and mentally possible, and then deal with the inevitable heartbreak in the only way I knew how—sarcasm, bad sex, and alcohol.
The key turned easily in the lock, and I saw Simon’s dark brogues neatly placed by the hall table, indicating he was home. I smiled to myself as I placed the whiskey in the kitchen, my brain already conjuring up a thousand dirty fantasies and suggestions for how the evening could go.
I really hoped Simon was up for sex tonight because I needed to let off some steam, and it had been too long since I’d had him underneath me.
“Hi, Simon,” I called, hoping that he’d emerge from wherever he was. I couldn’t hear the shower running, and he wasn’t in the living room, so I assumed he was in his room… or mine.
Shit, what if he was waiting for me? Face down and ass up on my bed, lubed and stretched, just waiting for me to slide inside him and fill him with cum. We might have been using condoms, but the fantasy was hot as fuck. The idea of my cum leaking from his hole and trickling down his thighs had my cock dribbling precum into my boxers and pressing uncomfortably against the confines of my trousers.
“Hey,” Simon called, his voice muffled from behind his bedroom door.
Damn, no fantasy for me. Maybe next time.
“Can I come in?” I asked, leaning against the door frame and looking at my phone. There was nothing interesting there, just a message from my friend Connor.
“Two minutes.” I smirked to myself, trying to imagine what Simon was up to. Maybe he’d been jerking off and playing with his toys while he waited. I knew he had toys, because that’s how this whole thing had started, but he hadn’t shown me any of them yet.
Not that we’d really needed them. We’d had plenty of fun without them.
I pulled open the Pornblr app while I waited, casually checking whether my favourite blogger had uploaded anything new and delicious for me.
I’d discovered Thick Boy in Lace about six months ago
