Sickness

I sighed In relief as I rested my back against the door, I looked down at my now tight jeans, just a simple smile all he had to do is smile to make me stir in my jeans, although I feel sick and like shit I still cannot control my god damn dick.

Glancing at the mirror I do indeed look like shit, my hair is a mess, my face is abnormally pale… then again I’m as pale as a vampire and nothing is considered normal about me so for me to say abnormally pale that shit IS abnormal.

Still having to solve this problem between my thighs a blush appear on my cheek giving my face a little bit of color remembering that I am not alone in this apartment.
Quickly I stripped off my clothing and found my way in the shower and before the water his against my skin my hand was already on my hard cock, the warm water making it more ease to slide my hand up and down it a moan escaped my lips as my thumb teased the tip, making my cheeks go red as I realized Frank could have heard that, and how embarrassing and awkward it will be when I’m done from here, yet that made my hand tighten around myself the thought of Frank hearing my made my cock twitch into my hands as I gained speed, my hips bucking, my breathing heavy as I bit down on my tongue not to let the moans escape me.

It’s been such a long time since I touched myself but I can’t stop now, not now when my cock is leaking like a tap, I kept pumping myself, my eyes closed as I imagined what it felt like to have Franks warm mouth wrapped around my dick, and as the imagine came into my head that’s what sent me over board, biting as hard as I could into my lips still making trashy noises that I am sure could be heard from over the running water, as I emptied myself onto the tiled floor, white liquid going down the drain as my hand kept riding myself out of my orgasm.
As I regained my breath, I rested my head against the tiled floor, my body still shaking “for fuck sake Gerard” I said to myself as I chuckled a bit shaking my head, I cannot believe I just did that, in someone’s apartment who I just met the night before and imagined him sucking me off.. Well done Gerard you sick bastard. Yet I can’t help but smile at myself and the thought of Frank hearing me wasn’t embarrassing anymore, there goes my libido changing me into someone else thank you.

After a while of chuckling and feeling like a total asshole, I found me arguing with myself whether or not go out the bathroom, what if he did hear me? What if he throws me out? Oh fuck I’m such an idiot I shouldn’t have done that, yet I couldn’t help myself, but its nature right?! Nothing wrong in jerking off in a stranger’s bathroom while thinking of them….. Saying it like that it’s so fucking wrong, it’s sick and weird.

I took a deep breath and rolled the towel around me before leaving the bathroom, I looked down the hallway to where the living room was and I couldn’t see Frank there, as soon as I turned my head the other direction I see a very red cheeked Frank come out of the bedroom, he rubbed the back of his head and looked down at his feet, “ugh cl-othes in there” he pointed towards the door and slowly walked past me, I felt my cheeks turn red as well as his reaction screamed out that he heard me.

I went into the bedroom and found the clothes on the bed, the boxers where okay, the shirt was
fine but the jeans… they were too fucking tight, I looked down and could see the outline of my dick formed I sighed and shook my head this is a mess, I can’t go out there like this and to my luck I heard a soft knock coming from the already opened door, my head snapped to the side to see Frank there, I felt my cheeks burn again as my hands made their way towards my very formed genitals;

“Are those clothes alright?” he asked, I shook my head a little bit, looking down at my hands.

“I knew they might have been too tight, let me search for something else meanwhile take those off” he said gesturing towards very tight jeans while he walked past me into the closet, I watched him go past me and my eyes landed on his well-formed ass, making my dick stir a bit, way to go Gerard, and as he bent down I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, and my problem was getting worse, this cannot be happening I just did the job in the bathroom I cannot get a hard on again I just can’t not in front of him, not while I’m wearing a very tight jeans that if my problem keeps growing I am sure the button is going to pop!

And if I never believed In god I was praying right now, Praying for whoever is up there to not let me make a fool out of myself, my eyes landed on a piece of artwork that was hanging from on top of the bed, and that’s when the thoughts about Billie, my work being ruined and everything came running back, totally killing my boner and a sudden burst of guilt rushed up my body.
Frank got out of the closet with a pair of sweatpants in his hands “This is all I have and there is a big chance they’ll fit you” he said as he placed them on the bed I tried my best not to show guilt nor sadness as I faked a smile and nodded at him “Th-Thank you for everything” I said as I took the sweat pants in my hands, he smiled that oh so beautiful smile of his and started walking out the room “Want breakfast?” he asked halfway down the hallway, in instant my stomach growled “Yes Please” I yelled back as I slid the tight jeans off of me, making me sigh in relief and sliding the sweat pants up I never wore this type of pants but damn they’re so comfortable no wonder everyone in school wore them. School…. I am seriously not looking forward into going back I wish I could remain sick till the end of the year.

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