Vance was at his temporary place, about a thirty-minute train ride from Caleb's apartment. He was at his desk, scrolling through his social media. He saw the posts of his classmates, he couldn't seem to remember the names of, having their own summer vacation. He saw the typical faces of the generic crowd, was fucking bored. He put his fingers through his curly hair as he eventually found his way into the DMs. The only person he really chatted with there was Caleb. He decided to scroll up. He saw how much they talked. How much he flirted. How much he saw of Caleb. Every inch of his hot, petite body.
'You're so hot, bunny.'
'I'm all yours, Caleb.'
'I'm gonna...!'
He looked down to see his little friend making a cameo once again. He groaned out as he couldn't help himself. As soon as he saw the nudes, he was as stiff as a board. He reached over to grab his phone, a napkin, and lotion and went to his bed. He pulled out his pants, put some lotion on his right hand, and got to work. He rubbed slowly, his head rushing with the thought of using Caleb like a sex doll.
'I would...kiss on his neck, just to hear how cute he whimpers. He's such a bratty bitch, but he knows he wants it. I'd bite a bit to hear a tiny yelp. I'd let my hands get to work, letting them trail down to his chest to his stomach to his wet, tight cunt. I'd hover over it at first, to feel how hot it is while I mark up his neck, hearing how desperate he would get. I bet he'd beg. He'd beg to finger his little cunt like the whore he is. Fuck I love him...'
He jerked his cock off faster, resting on his side and looking at Caleb's nude body. He continued to think of things, like picking him up and fucking him against a wall, putting him in the breeding press, and going to town, slamming his cock in to hear how loud he'd scream. He wanted to leave his legs trembling, just a cum covered mess. Vance couldn't take it, as he came right on the napkin. He panted, as he realized how sweaty he got. With a groan, the taller male got up to the bathroom to freshen up, then went over to sleep.
Vance groaned awake, not getting much sleep. The bags under his eyes were emphasized as he staggered to his bathroom. He looked at the stubble on his tired face, not caring much to shave. He freshened up as much as he could.
He slowly attempted a bowl of cereal, sleepily spilled milk everywhere and sat down. He looked around, not hearing anything. Just complete silence as he ate his food, It gave him a slight shiver as he finished his food. He got dressed in his wrestling tee and jeans, accompanied by his beanie he always wears no matter what weather he's in, and ran outside. It was another sunny day in Victory, California.
With basically the whole day to himself, Vance took the train downtown to wander around, see what changed in two years. He went by the old places he used to hang out with Caleb. The arcade, the diner, and the movies had little to no changes. He also took note of the old Victory Park, which got redone last year. As he walked back to the train station, an old face made himself known. "Vance?" An old, slick voice called out. Vance turned to see Allen, the Italian flower shop owner.
Vance made a slightly uncomfortable shuffle to face him. "Hey, Al."
Allen made an excited noise. "My boy! I heard you went to college. How was it?"
"Yeah. I went to Seattle. I just wanted to come back for the summer."
"Nice! You still talk to your girlfriend? You two are so cute together!"
Vance made a face. "Boyfriend, but we still talk. We're friends now."
"Oh, sorry. I forgot." Allen nervously laughed. "So, you still talk to your mom?"
"Nah."
Allen nodded. As he was going to ask another question, a customer came in and needed his attention. Vance waved and went off to the train station and took it to Caleb's apartment. He went there and knocked. After a few minutes, the short blonde made his appearance with his emerald green eyes staring right into the taller man. "Don't you have work to do?" Caleb asked as he let him in.
