Pure Pleasure ~ Schlackity

Pure Pleasure

Schlatt's hands shook with anticipation as he fumbled to get his keys in the lock. He swung the door open and slammed it behind him, kicking his shoes off before dashing straight upstairs to his bedroom.

He dropped his backpack down on the bed and began rummaging through a drawer. His mind was racing. The last six hours had been spent at Quackity's house trying desperately to hold himself back. He couldn't put into words how much he wanted to just push him against a wall and kiss him until his lips were red or pin him to the bed and fuck him senseless. Just looking at his friend was enough to drive him crazy with the thoughts of what he would do to him given the chance. He could feel his dick pressing against his jeans as the fantasies filled his head.

At last, he found what he was looking for, a small bottle of lube, and jumped on the bed, pulling his belt off as fast as he could. He reached forward to grab his bag and unzipped it, retrieving the thing that had got him so especially worked up.

At some point towards the end of the day, Quackity had left his bedroom where they'd been hanging out to go get a drink or something. The second he was out the door, Schlatt lunged forward and snagged a pair of boxers from his washing pile that he had been eyeing for hours, quickly shoving them in his bag before the younger man returned.

He tossed his backpack away, gripping tightly on the dark fabric; his breath was heavy as he rubbed it between his fingertips. Slowly, he brought the underwear up, pressing it against his face, and inhaled, moaning deeply as the scent of the other man flooded his senses. It was heavenly; he almost felt as if he could've come just from doing that. He repeated the action a few more times, losing himself in the pleasure it brought him before the tightness in his pants grew too much to bear.

Hastily, he undid his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock which was already dripping with precum. He picked up the bottle and drizzled some of the liquid into his hand, spreading it over himself.

Quackity's boxers wrapped around his hand, he began to slowly stroke up and down his shaft, moaning at the sensation of the fabric rubbing against his sensitive skin. He forced himself to resist the temptation to speed up, wanting to enjoy this feeling for as long as possible - who knows when or if he'd get another opportunity like this. He groaned frequently at the stimulation, letting it build up before finally succumbing to impatience and increasing his pace while allowing his eyes to slip closed.

In his head, he pictured his friend kneeling on the bedsheets beside him, Quackity's hand being the source of his pleasure instead of his own. He thought about what it would feel like to have Quackity suck him off; his mouth would be so warm and wet and, God, he'd look so pretty just letting Schlatt fuck his throat. He imagined him bouncing on his cock head thrown back in bliss and screaming his name. Oh, Schlatt! Feels amazing! Oh my God! It wasn't long before he could feel his climax beginning to build, jolts of electricity ran up and down his spine as replayed the images again and again in his mind.

"Quackity, hah~... Alex," he moaned, "Oh, you're so good… so good for me, Alex."

His hips bucked desperately into his hand and, with a few more quick jerks, he hit his orgasm, crying out his friend's name as waves of pleasure ripped through his body. Hot ropes of cum spurted from his dick over his hand, soaking into the fibres of the underwear.

He laid his head against the pillows, breathing heavily as he came down from his high, and brought the boxers back up to his nose. Pure bliss clouded his mind and a wide smile rested on his lips.

Fuck, he'd have to do that again sometime.