Page 42 of Broken Wheels
Dix continued to rub, dipping his finger into the slit and coating it with some of the man-made lube, which he then spread over the heated flesh. The sheets got in the way, so he moved slowly, so fucking slowly, peeling them back until at last his cock stood upright. He had visions of the cool air reacting to his superheated flesh in a release of steam.
What is it about Doc that entrances me so?
He couldn’t remember another person ever having this effect on him, but he didn’t regret it in the least. He was proud to be the kind of guy who could admit to having feelings, but in the present circumstances, that made him more than a little nervous.
Think about that later. Something needs your attention right now, remember?
He reached down and stroked the stony shaft before giving it a gentle squeeze. Fuck, this was maddening. He wanted to moan Doc’s name as he fantasized about the two of them in Dix’s room, with Doc smiling at him.
Oh, Doc. If you only knew.
He curved his hand around his stiff cock, sliding it up and down, conscious of keeping arm movement to a minimum.
I shouldn’t be doing this.
What do I say if Doc wakes up and asks me what’s going on over here?
What if he flicks the light on while I’m jerking off?
How do I explain that?
This was the first time he’d been close enough that the sweet scent of Doc’s skin filled his nostrils, and it had him achingly hard. Hell, he hadn’t been this horny since he was a kid and saw Whit Abbott skinny dipping.
Please don’t wake up.
Please don’t wake up.
Please don’t wake up.
Josh traced the vein in his cock, biting his lip to prevent even the slightest sound from escaping.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Not when Dixon was so close. Dixon, who always seemed to know exactly what Josh was doing, even thinking. But it was Dixon’s proximity that had Josh touching himself, stroking, pulling, tugging, and all the while his senses were hyperalert for any sign Dixon was not sleeping, but was in fact lying there and listening to minute sounds only dogs were aware of. The bed was huge, but Josh swore he could feel the heat radiating off Dixon’s body.
Then Dixon inhaled, and Josh froze.
Oh God, please don’t wake up. Please.
Josh held his breath, and Dixon fell silent again.
I can’t do this. If I ignore it, it’ll go away.
His damned erection had other ideas, standing proud, refusing to wilt even under the threat of discovery.
I could help it a little. Just this once.
It wasn’t something Josh did, not even as a teenager. For the longest time, he’d believed himself to be a freak. Every boy he’d known had seemed to be on a mission to get into the record books with how often they jerked off. How did they not suffer from the shame and guilt that threatened to crush Josh when he so much as thought about the act, let alone carried it out? An act that held little interest for him, even if he’d studied the basics.
Then he’d done a little research, and the results relieved him greatly.
He wasn’t alone. Some kids never masturbated. Both those who did and those who didn’t had to deal frequently with the same shame Josh struggled with.
And right then, he had to do something.
Josh stroked and squeezed, stroked and squeezed, keeping his movements to a bare minimum, until a wave of pleasure crashed into him, and he shot hard, his fist jammed into his mouth. He froze, the come dripping from his fingers, listening for any sign he’d been found out, but….
Nothing.
His heartbeat slipped back into its normal rhythm. He couldn’t believe he’d done that, but worse? He hadn’t planned for a cleanup at all.