Apathetic Boy

9. [m]

Benedict

This part will contain substantial amounts of mature content.

This part also contains Spanish. Which will be translated for those who don't understand/speak Spanish.

I couldn't sleep.

All I could feel was him. All I wanted to feel was him.

I am laying here, on the couch. With Angel lightly snoring on the opposite part of the furniture. I turn to my side, watching Angel breathe slowly.

He looks so.. breathtaking.

Using his arms as a pillow, his nose slightly scrunched up due to his arm pressing against his face. His thick eyelashes laying on his face like curtains. His hair all over the place, bed hair.

He started moving in his sleep, to where he is now facing my direction on his side.

His now visible very pink, puckered lips. How they are full, glossy, and..

I feel a tightening in my pants. I look down and noticed a bulge sticking out.

Oh God. Beau, you are sick. He is sleeping. You pervert.

I flip myself over to my stomach, shoving my face into the cushion, groaning.

I turn my head to look at Angel again. Now realizing his shirt is unbuttoned.. fully unbuttoned.

I sit up slowly, to see him better. My chin resting on my hand.

His smooth skin, lightly covered with freckles. His structure nicely formed, slightly toned. While observing him, I see a dim twinkle coming from his nipples.

Oh.. my... god...

He has nipple piercings.

At this point I have a full tent in my pants. Making it super uncomfortable to lay comfortably. I stand up slowly, yet walk swiftly towards the bathroom.

I close the door lightly behind me, not making any noise so nobody wakes up.

Oh, Beau. You are sick. Are you really going to jerk off with your friends sleeping not even 4 feet away?  I ask myself, looking in the mirror.

Then Angel's face flashes into my head.

Fuck.

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He pulls my head back, my hair entangled into his hand. "Look at you.. so dirty," he says, opening my mouth.

"What shall I do with this mouth of yours?" He asked, pressing his thumb into my tongue. Making me moan,

"All this noise.. and I'm only touching your mouth and tugging on your hair?" He questioned. He then pressed his foot down on my hard on, causing me to whimper.

"Oh my.. how slutty of you to get turned on with the simplest of words and lightest of touches," he scoffed.

"You're cute.." He slurs. "In a pathetic way." He scoffs.

"Now, you are going to listen," he says, slowly unzipping his pants, "if you do a good job of pleasuring me," he removes his pants, "I'll consider giving you a reward." He finishes.

"Understand?" He questions. I nod my head. He face then contorts into a scowl, grabbing me by my neck. "Use your words, slut. You didn't have any troubles with being verbal a few minutes ago." He spits.

My body feeling hotter with each word he says.

"Y-yes, I understand." I stutter, avoiding eye contact.