Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
ME: Of course.
ME: You already know I find you attractive. This feels like a cruel tease.
I regret the moment I hit Send, but damned if it isn’t true.
LEIF: I thought you said VERY attractive. Have I already been demoted?
My cheeks are hot as I study his image on my monitor, trying to read his expression.
ME: No, you haven’t been demoted.
God, why am I fucking answering like this? Even more importantly, why is he texting me like this? But I have bigger concerns.
ME: But someone else could be watching.
ME: Close the blinds.
A selfish part of me doesn’t want him to, while the protective part wants to head over and close them myself. But if I were in his bedroom right now, with him in only sweats, fuck, he’d really think I was a creeper.
My phone buzzes again.
LEIF: Just thought you might enjoy the view. ;)
I lick my lips, like the creeper I fucking am.
LEIF: Night. x
ME: Good night, Leif.
As he closes his blinds, I’m relieved no one else can watch him but devastated that I can’t either.
Too quickly, my memory of that body fades, and my creeper instincts kick in.
The surveillance images are pulled up on my right-hand monitor, so I open another screen on the left. I scroll back through the footage that’s downloaded to my hard drive and grab the little-over-a-minute of footage of him at the window, waving. I upload the footage into another app and play it on a loop.
Biting my bottom lip, my hand gravitates under my boxers, stroking.
My eyes are fixed on his expression. Why did he fucking tease me like this, knowing I’m gay, knowing I’m lusting after him?
Maybe he’s like Tau’s friend, a straight guy wanting to soak up all my attention because he doesn’t get it in other parts of his life.
To think of how much hell I used to give Tau, but now I fucking get it.
Fuck…those abs.
That face.
Those eyes. Those damn eyes.
Isn’t it weird enough that he knows I’m watching him, but now he must know I’m about to cream to his image?
Memories of that night when I pulled him into the closet flash through my head. We were so fucking close. At the time, I was concerned with keeping him safe, but now I just remember his ass being pushed up against me, my hand against his abs to keep him tight against my body.
That’s probably the only time I’ll ever get to touch his magnificent body.
As I’m jerking off, I’m staring at his face, imagining what he’d look like with my cock in him. Imagining him writhing beneath me, begging for more, those lips wide as he calls out my name.
Guilt flashes through me.
Enjoy the view.
He wants me to enjoy this—or am I telling myself that to get myself to the end?
My palm’s too dry, and I can tell I’m rubbing myself raw, but it doesn’t matter because a few moments later my cock pulses in my grip as I shoot into my boxers, my body lurching forward in my seat, still looking at Leif’s face.
I take my wet hand out of my boxers, feeling the warmth of me against my crotch as I catch my breath.
“Why did you do that to me?” I whisper to this image of him.
And now I really feel like a fucking creeper.
9
LEIF
After I close my blinds, I strip down and get into the shower.
Enjoy the view.
Why am I hoping he did enjoy it?
Is it cruel to taunt him when I know he’s attracted to me? Maybe, but it was such a thrill thinking about the way he looks at me. That he doesn’t even look like he could hide his attraction if he wanted to.
I’ve never messed around with a guy before, but while I’m showering off, I notice I’m spending extra time scrubbing between my ass cheeks, even though I’ve already washed there. This isn’t about washing, though.
It’s curiosity.
He likes my ass. What would he want to do with it?
Obviously, I know the answer.
I’ve never been interested in anal before, but all of a sudden I’m thinking about gay sex and what it’d be like to have a guy in me.
I’ve heard great things about the prostate. It would supposedly feel good.
I run my middle finger around the rim, pushing the tip in, but my ass is pretty tight. How do guys get a fucking dick up there? I push a little farther, but it weirds me out.
Stop it! What the fuck are you doing?
This is all Zane’s fault. He has my brain doing wild things.
I finish washing up, but I can’t let go of my curiosity.
With my towel around my waist, I sit at my desk, performing a quick online search for anal toys. I’ve heard of butt plugs, but some of these are way too big. I check out a few that seem reasonable sizes, and as I’m looking, think about Mom and Dad getting home and finding one of these in my room.