Wanking near him

Jules agreed to watch a movie with me after I pestered him all day. He was making this seduction plan of mine seem so difficult. I bet he wishes to frustrate me enough, for me to give up on my fantasies. What he didn't know was how much I loved difficult things. Instead of preventing me from seeking him out, it made me want him badly. I found the perfect movie. It started well. You wouldn't even know what you were getting yourself into until you got right into the juicy part. When the first kiss started, I chanced a look at him. Jules was stuffing his face with popcorns, and just pretending like he was the only one in the room.Me?I got ready for the plan, one I hoped to hell would actually work. I rubbed myself through the sheer material of my shorts, feeling my cock come alive. It didn't even need much coaxing. Just the sight of Jules, looking so yummy, was enough to make it stand. Like he did most of the time, Jules had his long, curly dark blonde hair up. He stopped tying the

He liked what he saw

“What the fuck are you doing?!” He asked when he'd gotten my attention. Feeling strangely bold, I removed the vibrator from my mouth, licked around the tip and widened my thighs before I brought it down. With my gaze holding his, I slid it home, my hole opening to accommodate the large girth.His eyes left mine for just a second to look lower, and that was all it took. He seemed to forget himself at that moment as he stared at me, working my hole. With one hand guiding the vibrator, I wrapped the free one around my dick and stroked. I leaned back, eyes fixed on his face as I thrust in and out, soft moans escaping my lips. Each time I hit my prostate, my toes curled. I licked my lips and smiled. He didn't seem to know what he was doing. With his focus on me, I increased the pace. Stroking my dick for a few seconds, I left it and my fingers trailed until they reached my nipples. Twerking the left one, I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensation. I could still feel his eyes on me, an

My pervert

JULESFuck Logan! Fuck his father! Fuck this job! Fuck the entire world! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck every damned thing! Why had I reacted that way to him? Why did I stare at him like a sex starved man? I should have left when he started that madness. That was the right thing to do. I shouldn't have watched him do that to himself, and I damned hell shouldn't have enjoyed it. He's a freaking man. A man, Jules. He's not soft…. Okay, he's soft, but that doesn't make him a woman. He doesn't have a fucking vagina. He has an arse! Yet, my dick had jumped at the sight of that tight-looking thing, eager to drive itself home in that hole I didn't doubt would be hot and accommodating. I had almost gone to him when he started making those cute noises in his throat. It took my fucking strong will to keep myself from going to him, removing that vibrator from his hole and driving my dick into it, ploughing hard and taking him rough. He would have let me, and that was the fucking issue! I took a co

Sneaking around while he's asleep

LOGANUnable to take it, I had dashed before I could climax. It was just too much for me, watching him fuck the woman while holding my gaze. If I hadn't ran when I did, I would have entered the room and begged him to fuck me. Running was the only option I had at that moment, the only way to prevent a rejection, one I knew he would have handed straight to me if I had gone in there. I got home, took a cold bath, and dived under my covers. I tried to sleep, but it was impossible. I kept on thinking back to his expression as he fucked that woman. I kept on tossing and turning in bed until I heard the front door open. He's back. I stayed still in bed, waiting to hear his room door open, but what came next took me by surprise.I thought I was imagining it when I heard the faint sound of the door opening. It wasn't just any door, but mine! My breath hitched in my throat. Is he here to scold me for following him? For watching him like a pervert as he fucked some woman? Would be perhaps spa

Guilty pleasures

I didn't put up a protest, allowing my jaw to remain slack as he slowly eased his cock into my mouth. It was much more than I had imagined. My imagination didn't do justice to what was happening. I finally had his cock in my mouth, just like I had fantasised. Once again, he paused, the head of his cock in my mouth, the room silent. My cock was absolutely throbbing painfully. What if he touched me? Will I react? Will I expose myself because of how aroused I was?Jules took his time. He didn't move. He waited, to know if I would wake up before he moved his hips now, slowly sliding his cock into my mouth and out again. Not all the way out, though.He was careful.My tongue slurped around his cock as I pretended to sleep, my eyes closed and my body relaxed. If he thought I was awake, he didn't stop. My mouth was filled with precum, salty, smooth, slippery, delicious.All I wanted at the moment was for him to climb on top of me and ram that lovely cock into my mouth, to make me swallow

Dirty

In the darkness behind my eyelids, it was him. Jules, above me, inside me, his breath hot on my neck. I moved. My right hand worked my cock in a tight, frantic rhythm. My left hand guided the dildo, fucking myself with it in slow, then deeper, driving thrusts. The slap of silicone against my skin was a filthy, wet sound. The bedsprings creaked in protest.“Fuck,” I gasped to the empty room. My voice was broken. “Jules.”Saying his name aloud was a catalyst. Heat flooded me, a wave of pure, desperate need. I imagined his hands on my hips, holding me down. His mouth on my shoulder, biting. His voice, low, and rough in my ear, telling me to take it. The fantasy wasn’t gentle. I was trying to reclaim what I had lost. He had taken something in the dark. Now I was taking it back, making it mine, making it wanton.My strokes became punishing, a furious race toward the edge. The dual sensations, the tight grip on my cock, the deep, filling thrusts, coiled the tension in my gut to a screaming