A lot is happening right now and it has made this story a bit difficult to write. I must say it's tough writing erotic stories when the general atmosphere nowadays is literally anything else but. The chapters develop from just rough ideas which I expand on when I'm in the mood. This chapter is about just spending time with someone you like, being in that bubble for a moment. I'll put writing this story aside for a moment until my mind is up and running. Thanks. See you guys soon.
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"This place is really nice."
"I know," I reply. We're at the rooftop jacuzzi again. Only the lower half of his legs are in the water and his elbows are on the ground, the rough contact buffered by his robe. I can't help but look at the large mound at the front of his briefs. I look away from the scene completely, because I know my eyes are automatically attracted the same spot.
"We're always alone here," he says. He seems more relaxed than usual. It's late, obviously we're going to be alone.
"It's almost midnight," I remind him. He also seems to be a bit out of it, like his mind is altered somehow. He nods slowly. I haven't spent the whole day with him so it's possible he could have been out drinking or getting high.
"Are you drunk?" I ask him. He slowly turns his gaze to me.
"No," he answers, eyes narrow, "I'm just tired."
I can get why he's tired. I decide to listen, wanting to hear more. At this point I realize I don't really know much about him, so if he's going to talk, I'm going to listen.
"Tired of feeling like the world is ending," he says, looking me in the eyes. I struggle to maintain eye contact. My else are really fighting to look at the bulge in his underwear.
"Tired of uhhh," he drags out the sound, tired of even thinking of the right words to describe his feelings.
"Everything?" I ask. He nods.
"Yes, that's the right word," he says smiling at me.
He exhales then closes his eyes, moving his feet back and forth in the water. I finally take this as the opportunity to look at his delicious package. The form is a huge round shape at the front of his red briefs. I figure red is his favorite color and give myself a few points. I subtract a few points for not being able to stop ogling him. My eyes ride up his body to his face. His eyes are open and there's a hint of a smile on his lips. Caught again.
"Is this what you've always been doing since we came here?" he asks. I already know the answer is yes but I try to think. I noticed that he's hot the moment I opened the door for him that very first night, and I took him in for the rest of the night, and all those other nights. I only shrug.
"It's okay," he says, "it's nice to be seen."
At least he doesn't think I'm a perv.
I see a hint of his wildness in his eyes, but he closes them before I can confirm if it's really there.
Then he lifts one of his hands and moves it to his crotch, lightly touching it then putting his whole hand over it. I can only observe, having already been rendered speechless.
His put his hand into his briefs then adjusts his cock, opting to let it lay sideways. It's hard to keep my eyes off the outline of the cut mushroom head, but I do only for a second, to see his eyes still closed and a smile on his lips. He knows what he's doing to me.
"How old are you?" I ask. I decide that since I know we're not fucking right here, it's best to just change the subject.
"Twenty-five," he says. I didn't expect him to be younger or older, it's just perfect. I guess I hadn't really concerned myself with his age.
"Where did you even get a house?" I ask, hoping that talking about his house wouldn't upset him. He doesn't say anything for a moment and I almost think it did upset him.
"Well," he says, then pauses, "my grandmother left it for me."
I nod.
"I didn't even know her that well to be honest, it was completely random."
His eyes are open now and his voice is waking up. The life is finally returning to his body.
"Gave it a complete upgrade and made it my own place," he finishes with a genuine smile on his lips.
"Where'd you get the money for that?" I ask. He smiles as he retrieves his phone from his robe. The bright light of the screen lights up his face as he clicks, already distracted. I hope this won't be the rest of our night.
"She left me a couple thousand bucks," he says mindlessly, "and I can't complain about my salary."
His smile is wide as he finishes. A job which gives a distressed employee paid leave obviously cares enough to pay well.
I try to catch the reflection of his screen on his snow white teeth, which even struggle to outshine every other feature in his face.
He lifts his body up so that he's sitting upright and hands the phone to me, his eyes failing to unattach themselves from the screen as the phone changes hands. He tells me to scroll right.
On the screen is a photo of him with a big house in the background. It looks like a suburban mansion, with black and white walls and a lawn. Everything on it looks expensive, even the window pane. I wonder how much he pays whoever does the landscaping on the house. It doesn't look cheap. I already feel insignificant.
He looks different in the photo. He looks happy. I've seen him enjoying a few things but I've never seen him this happy. I hope I'll know him long enough to make him so joyful again. Or even happier.
"The pool is nice huh?" he asks, already knowing the answer. I realize I haven't seen more than one photo.
"Hold on a second," I tell him, beginning to scroll. There's more photos of him just enjoying and showing off his pad. There's some of him and Steven, I won't ask. They look happy. They were a hot couple. I feel bad for thinking that I'd probably be up to fucking Steven if I didn't know Danny.
"Steven's pretty hot," I say. He smiles.
"Yep," he says. I imagine admiring the looks of your ex with someone who's trying to replace him is not what Danny had in mind, but he doesn't mind.
"Wow," I say without realizing. The photo shows Danny and Steven shirtless at his pool. They look like two perfect specimens. I guess they were too perfect to make it work. He sighs, not a sad sigh, but his tired sigh. I guess he's heard it all before.
I realize I've seen all the photos of his house and now I'm just going through his gallery. There's more pictures of him and Steven, out at some fancy looking restaurants, kissing in the night, dancing in expensive suits, sleeping in bed. I should feel discouraged, but I don't. Maybe if someone like Steven can't make it work with him, someone like me can. After all, I've been working hard all my life.
His movements distract me for a second, but we both stay silent as he moves his whole body into the pool, leaving everything from the chest up above of the water. My eyes turn back to his phone, and I try to ignore that I'm now the phone zombie. I feel like I'm looking for something but I don't know what.
"You looking for something?" he asks, reading my mind. I stutter, "uhhh no."
I hand the phone over to him with the screen showing a photo of him inside a pool, imitating how he's looking now. He smiles when he sees the photo, then starts scrolling again. He shoots me another naughty look as he scrolls, but I don't know what he's thinking. He hands me the phone again. I try to dry my hand in the air as I take the phone back.
I'm not prepared for what I see on the screen. It's him and Steven, completely naked, and hard. I almost choke on my own spit when I see it. They seem to be just leisurely lying on a sofa. The camera is in Steven's hand and his other arm is under Danny's body with his hand gripping Danny's cock. It looks like a piece of modern art. Danny is the little spoon in the photo and his hand is on Steven's biceps while the other is at his penis, grabbing his balls. Their legs are wrapped around each other. I can't tell whose cock is bigger.
