The Guy On The Couch Novels & Stories

I peeked open the door and gasped quietly. He was gripping his cock in his hand and jacking himself off on the couch. He had his head thrown back and he was groaning. The head looked purple and angry while he fisted himself. He was impossibly large, and I didn’t know how that was supposed to fit inside anyone.

Goosebumps line my arms from the intimate touch, before he sits down below me, lounging on the couch. As I'm standing between his parted knees, I peer over my shoulder and see the rest of the group taking shots and dancing. Sofia has her hands delving deep in the hair of an aged gentleman, who I presume to be Marco. She's in a similar predicament, with him sitting and her body cascading into him. My mysterious man leans back with his arms sprawling along the back of the couch. The song changes to a slower beat, playing something oddly sensual. He tilts his head at me, seeming to expect something.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Still facing the doorway, Gunner slumped back and let his head drop to the side, ignoring the awkward twist it put in his neck to have his cheek resting on the back of the couch, and finding less enjoyment in the empty space beside him than he'd expected. He contemplated the spot and the couple a thick moment longer than he felt he should have before finally righting himself and turning his attention back to the screen. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

The voice was deep. Smooth. Rich. The kind of voice you feel all the way down your spine. I turned slightly and looked toward the couch. He was there. A man. Sitting in the shadows. His body relaxed, legs slightly apart, one arm draped over the back of the couch. A glass rested in his hand, the liquid inside catching the faint glow of the lamp. I couldn’t see his face. Only his broad shoulders. His stillness. And that voice. Something about it made my knees weak.

The sex with him was good but something wasn't alright. Lying naked next to him, l felt completely relaxed and sated. After all he just gave me two amazing orgasms. it was a strange being in his room though. The walls were bare of any posters or items that might give me a glimpse of the guy and nothing else was in the room to help me out either. It was as if he just moved in last night, but I knew that wasn't the case. My head was resting on his chest as my hand circled the tattoo on his pectoral muscle. His eyes were closed but I knew he wasn't sleeping because his thumb was making some circles on my shoulder.

Follow him around like a confused‚ overfed puppy. His living room was massive. A huge L-shaped sectional couch in dark grey facing a wall-mounted TV that was bigger than my entire kitchen. Floor-to-ceiling windows on one side showing the city skyline glittering in the dark. He grabbed a remote off the coffee table and dropped onto the couch and stretched his long legs out and looked at me standing there in the doorway like I was lost. "Sit down‚" he said. "I don't understand what's happening right now." "What's happening is that I'm going to watch something on N*****x and you're going to sit down and stop overthinking everything."

I went by his room and knocked, expecting no answer. “It’s open.” I stilled when I heard his deep voice. I waited on the other side of the door, trying to remember if he sounded annoyed. “I said, it’s open.” I stepped inside and found him on the couch in front of the TV. There was a game on, and he watched it in just his sweatpants, his decanter of scotch there, along with a bucket of ice. Most guys preferred a beer when they were off the clock, but that would practically be water to someone like Theo.

"Hold on...is someone in there ?" "Hey babe...is there any problem " I heard a voice call for him. A masculine voice. "Babe?" I repeated with my jaw hanging in the air. Gus defeatedly opened the door and a man was sitting won the couch with a bowl of icecream and an outfit like a 90's cowboy. "We just got back from Conan gray concert at the O2 arena." Gus said as he closed his eyes tightly in embarrassment. "Okay..." "Hey,I'm Harry." The man said.

But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

It's that guy from before. I immediately panicked causing him to fall off the couch. "W-what the hell?!" He got up while rubbing his head where he hit the floor. "What are you doing back here?" "Hmm?" "W-where's Lupus?" "Lupus is here." He spoke softly. Wow, this guy is tall. And he's naked. "What?" Suddenly his skin got hella hairy, he got down on all his fours and turned into...L-Lupus? "Wait, what?!" "Woof!" I blacked out. *