The house was completely silent as I laid there waiting for the alarm. Excitement prickled through my entire body as I stared at the dark ceiling waiting and waiting.
Someone moved in the hallway. Had to be my sister. She and her husband had come to live with me almost six months ago now. It was beyond time for them to go, but I couldn't kick family out on the street.
Could I?
I heard the bathroom door close as whoever the mysterious mover was did their business and then turned the light off. I listened and counted the footsteps back to the bedroom they were using and heard the door quietly close.
I didn't dare move just yet. The last thing I wanted was to get caught. I may be a grown man with my how job, house, and car, but some things were better left in the dark between family members. This was definitely one of those things.
It had to be close to time for my alarm to go off. I was way too excited to sleep. After six months of celibacy, I finally had plans with a friend to fix that!
I reached over to my bedside table and pressed the small button on the side of my phone. The light splashed across the room like a spotlight from the pitch-black darkness it had just been shrouded in.
Three forty-two. My clock said. Three minutes before my alarm was scheduled to sound. I had beaten it, but not by too much. Too much and I would have tried to get some more sleep. Sleep that would not have come with this much excitement.
I turned the alarm off and very carefully climbed out of bed. I left my pajamas on. I wouldn't need them very soon anyway. I smiled at the thought and slipped my running sneakers on my feet as silently as I could.
I took careful, almost comical, slow movements so not to make any more noise than I truly needed. I didn't know exactly how light of a sleeper my sister or her husband were. Did they fall right back asleep after using the restroom or were they like me and it took a few minutes?
I didn't want to take the chance, so I remained silent.
I twisted the doorknob and pulled the door open and waited. Listening for any kind of movement or alert that I wasn't the only one awake. The hallway was dark and silent. Perfect.
I stepped out into the black and made my way down the hall, silently creeping past the guest room where they were -- hopefully -- sleeping. When I reached the living room I almost jumped out of my own skin when I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I crept to the front door and slid it open. The hinges creaked quietly, but in the stillness of early morning they sounded like trumpets blaring. I held still and didn't breathe turning to look back at the dark doorway they slept behind.
I didn't hear any movement or see any light come on. So, I stepped out into the early morning and felt the bite of winter. The trumpets sounded again as I closed the door. I waited but heard nothing.
I had done it!
I reached into my pocket and found the text message from him. It cause my cock to thicken just seeing the send was.
'Hey man, I'm about to leave my house. You still coming?' It read. My stomach flipped seeing the confirmation and I smiled.
'Leaving my house now. See you in 20 mins.' I responded. Twenty minutes until I would see him again.
Daniel.
Daniel is one of the most respectable people in our small town. He has a gorgeous wife and three beautiful children. I should feel guilty about that, but to me it added to the thrill.
A married man well known in the community that was meeting me to do unspeakable things. It all made my balls tighten and my hole twitch. We had been doing this for years since we first discovered each other on Grindr.
Of course, his profile was completely blank. No pictures and barely even an introductory message of: 'Hello. If you want to know, ask.'
Normally I didn't respond to those kinds of profiles. If you couldn't give me anything beyond that it was almost always a waste of time. That night I had been horny beyond belief so I'd given in and responded when he tapped me.
Thank God I did!
It had all begun with him coming to my place and only expecting a one-time quick blow-and-go. But, when he discovered I had my own private place that was far enough outside of town that he wouldn't be discovered, but not too far to drive with a simple excuse to the Mrs. he had come back. Yes, he had returned many, many times.
The sex had been outstanding!
Then my sister and her husband had moved in. At first it had been a new thrill to try and find places where he could empty his balls into me, but that had only lasted a week or so before he got too nervous.
I didn't blame him. The last thing he needed was some kind of a scandal. So, we had resorted to sexting and phone sex a few times. But finally, I had had enough.
I cranked my car engine and prayed that it didn't disrupt those still asleep inside. It was the final hurdle before I was free to race toward my long-awaited pleasure.
I pulled up and parked outside of the Days Inn located only twenty minutes from my house. My cock was so hard I had made the drive in only fifteen minutes. Thankfully I hadn't seen any cops in the sleeping town still blanketed in darkness.
I had come by the previous afternoon and paid for the room and gotten the keys. Then I had gone straight home without even entering the room I paid for so my sister wouldn't become suspicious. She had a way of being nosy and putting that nose exactly where it didn't belong.
I turned my truck off and climbed out. The parking lot had a few cars with out-of-state plates on them. Somehow those poor souls had discovered our tiny town on their way to the bigger cities they were sure to be destined for.
I slid the key card into the door and the light turned green. I flipped the light on and saw the large, king-size bed we were about to destroy together. I went and turned on the lamp and then the bathroom light before returning to turn off the harsh overhead light and close the door just to where it wouldn't latch.
He would be here soon. I slid my sneakers off and looked at myself in the full-length mirror they had provided beside the tiny vanity. The room was far from elaborate, but it had a bed and that was all that we needed.
I grabbed my crotch looking at it in the mirror. I was more than half-way hard and it was starting to bulge through my pajama pants. My hair was a mess not having combed it when I snuck out.
I quickly thought about taking a shower, but he wouldn't like that. So, I tried to push my hair down in the few places where it stuck up. I realized it was a lost cause, but if he had a problem with my hair we were in the wrong place to begin with.
