Slowly, since every movement caused his manhood physical pain, Colin dragged himself to the bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed, landing on his back. His left hand clenched tightly over his shirt at heart level, while his right drifted downward. But in his imagination, it wasn't his own hand.
Thinking about Brad, a straight guy, was too sinful, so he tried to summon Ashton into his mind instead. He had liked his last boyfriend—maybe even loved him. But Ashton...
Colin curled up. He bit his lower lip. He didn't want to think about Lipski. It wasn't fair to him, but he couldn't help it. His body wouldn't listen to him. It craved Brad so much that before he could blink, he could already feel, in his mind, the touch of his hand gliding over Colin's chest, over his hard nipple and skin so sensitive it trembled under his warm breath.
Defeated by his own desire, Dr. Stone rolled onto his back.
It's just a fantasy. It's not like Brad is really here. A fantasy won't hurt him, he told himself, feeling Lipski's hand undo his belt, unzip his pants, and touch the fabric of his underwear.
Ah, it hurts, he thought. He was too tense. He needed to be free. He needed to relax.
"Does it hurt?" Lipski in his fantasies asked tenderly, sweetly, his voice a caress. Stone's body trembled.
"It hurts," he admitted, completely defeated.
"Not for long," Brad promised. "I'll take care of your problem, and you'll feel good."
Colin swallowed hard. Lipski hadn't even finished speaking when his lips touched him gently. His cock swayed, freed from his underwear. Brad immediately enveloped it with the warmth of his mouth.
"Uh...!" Stone moaned, not just in his imagination. "Oh, Brad..."
Brad hummed with pleasure, holding him in his mouth. Hot, wet, hungry. His dark eyes gleamed with desire and confidence, as if certain that what he was doing brought Colin pleasure. And he wasn't wrong. Stone swallowed hard again, clenching his left hand so tightly that his nails nearly dug into his skin.
"Oh, Brad...!" he moaned again.
His fantasy refused to fade. It only intensified, and Colin could feel the teasing movements of a tongue and the even warmer wetness of Lipski's deeper throat. He closed his eyes and arched his back, trying to comprehend how he could be feeling so much pleasure. It was insane!
As if in a trance, he reached for his pants and pushed them down off his hips. Desperately, he kicked off his shoes and pants, not caring where they landed. He wanted to make room for Brad, to give him better access, to invite him to take care of not just his painfully swollen shaft but also that secret place that longed for companionship...
"I want you," Brad's lips whispered. His mouth released Colin's cock and moved lower, to his balls. Colin felt his manhood twitch. Flushed to the limit, maybe even more embarrassed than aroused, he pressed the back of his hand to his lips and bit it to stifle any sounds. He didn't know how thick the walls were. If he started screaming, how would he ever face the Lipski family?
And he wanted to scream. At the tip of his cock, the first shy droplets appeared, only to immediately disappear into Brad's mouth. The dark-eyed man licked his lips in satisfaction, savoring it as if he had just tasted something delicious... like a cucumber dipped in thick cream.
Colin groaned. Brad was devouring him with delight, relishing every inch of him, every ridge, every drop.
Stop, Colin begged himself—his disobedient mind, which kept feeding him these sensual scenes. Stop, Brad isn't gay...
But his mind didn't listen. The desire was too strong. Red with shame, Stone closed his eyes. On the verge of tears of frustration, he couldn't stop the next vision. A vision of Brad straightening up, pulling off his shirt, unfastening his own pants, and...
Colin swallowed hard.
It's just a fantasy. Brad will never know about it, so it won't hurt him. It's Colin's own, completely private fantasy. A man like Brad wouldn't hesitate, which is why...
Stone moaned again. He felt him, felt him pressing into his sensitive depths, felt him carving a path deeper, taking him completely with all his desire, all his strength. All of himself.
Colin's breath grew heavier. His moans became more frequent, more desperate. He wasn't fighting anymore. He had no strength left. He embraced the full generosity of his fantasy and the sheer size of Brad. All his passion, and in the moment when the man gifted him with his release, Colin let go of his own. His stomach quivered in spasms. His legs curled back up toward his chest. Brad stood over him, tasting from his fingers the sticky white substance Colin had spilled.
That was the last thing Stone saw. The last thing his mind registered. The relief was so overwhelming that half-naked, curled into a ball, he drifted off into sleep. Too exhausted to fear that someone might see him like this.
He fell asleep so deeply that he wouldn't have heard even if someone knocked on his door...
The End of Story 2