Apathy & Empathy

Chapter 5

"Henry." Spencer's voice echoed in Henry's ear. Henry was straddling Spencer's lap and Spencer was nibbling at Henry's neck. The sensation sent tingles down Henry's back. "I can feel you getting hard." Spencer mumbled against Henry's neck. Henry let out a quiet whimper.

"Spencer, shut up." He managed to say. Spencer laughed and reached his hand down to paw at Henry's erection. The friction caused Henry to buck his hips up in response.

"Why? You're clearly enjoying yourself."

"Still, it's embarrassing." Henry mumbled. Spencer unzipped Henry's pants and began stroking Henry through his boxers. Henry moaned at the contact.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed. Look, I'm hard too." Spencer whispered in Henry's ear. "Let's take this to the floor." Spencer pushed Henry down against the ground and climbed on top of him. His dark eyes scanned Henry up and down like he was eyeing a snack. Henry gulped.

"What are we going to do?" Henry asked. Spencer reached down to unzip his own pants and he pulled out his dick. Henry looked at it in anticipation.

"I'll show you." Spencer pressed his pelvis against Henry's and gently grinded against it. Henry arched his back up so he could get closer.

"You know we probably shouldn't be doing this." Henry stated, a sly smile on his face. Spencer ground his hips down against Henry again.

"You don't think so?" Spencer asked, punctuating every other word with a grind against Henry. Henry moaned softly. The friction was building.

"Well, what if we get caught?" Henry asked, moving his hips in time with Spencer's to keep the friction going.

"What if we do? We're not doing anything wrong." Spencer reached his hand down, wrapped his hand around both of their dicks and began pumping. Henry moaned again. The feeling was building up and it was making Henry feel really light headed.

"Still, I'd rather this just be between us." Henry's voice hitched as the pleasure kept climbing. Spencer's hand felt amazing.

"Oh what, you don't want the whole world knowing we're fucking?" Spencer asked, his hand speeding up. Henry felt like his brain was melting.

"God, sh-shut up." He managed to reply. He was almost there.

"You gonna cum for me, Henry?" Spencer asked.

Henry nodded as words were failing him. After a few more strokes, Henry could feel himself cumming. He moaned and pressed against Spencer as he rode out his bliss.

Henry awoke with a start. Had he been dreaming just now? He was back in his bedroom.

"What the fuck was that?!" Henry asked himself quietly. Something felt off too. He reached down and lifted his boxers up to reveal a sticky mess all over his groin and soaked into his underwear.

He had had a wet dream. Henry had never had a wet dream before, but he always knew it was a possibility. Annoyed, he got up and went to grab a fresh pair of boxers. He then went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. It was while he was soaping up his pubic hair that he realized what he had been dreaming about.

Oh God no... I was dreaming about fucking Spencer?! Henry finished cleaning up and put his new pair of boxers on. He wasn't sure what to do. This had never happened to him before. Spencer was supposed to be his friend. Did he like Spencer?

Henry brushed his teeth and started to shave his face.

I guess it could be possible... But we've only been hanging out for a couple of days! I barely know him! Oh God, this can't be happening... Why Spencer of all people?