Max sat on the worn-out couch in his tiny apartment, scrolling through his phone with one hand while the other slipped inside his shorts. The soft glow of the screen illuminated his furtive smile as he found what he was looking for—his favorite porn video. The quiet hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, a stark contrast to the moans and grunts that filled his headphones. His heart raced as his thumb danced over the screen, selecting the exact moment he wanted to start from.
He then started to touch himself, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes. His breath grew shallower as his cock hardened. The video played out a steamy scene between two men, their bodies entwined in a dance of lust that Max craved to be a part of. He could almost feel the warmth of their bodies, the slickness of their sweat, and the firmness of their muscles. His eyes were glued to the screen, his mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to have someone else's hands on him, to be the center of attention in such a primal display of desire.
His hand started to stroke his cock then moved lower, teasing his sensitive hole. Max had been playing with himself for a while now, and he knew he was going to need something more to get off tonight. He reached for the bottle of lube on the side table and coated his fingers generously. With a quiet gasp, he slid one inside himself, the sensation sending shivers through his body. His mind went to a certain room mate as he hummed in pleasure. He had been dreaming about Caleb for weeks, about the way his muscular body would dominate him, the feel of his large cock stretching him open.
As Max worked another finger into his tightness, he couldn't help but imagine Caleb's rough touch, the way his hands would feel against his skin. He picked up the pace, his breaths becoming more ragged. His thoughts grew more vivid, painting a picture of Caleb's powerful form standing over him, demanding his submission. The anticipation was almost unbearable, and his body responded in kind, his muscles tensing with need.
"Oh Daddy," Max moaned to the empty room, his voice echoing off the bare walls as he lost himself in his fantasy. His imagination painted a vivid picture of Caleb standing over him, his eyes dark with lust, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Max's desperate attempts at self-pleasure. Max's hand grew wet with his own arousal as he pumped in and out of his hole, his hips rising to meet each thrust.
"Your cock- daddy I want more." Max's voice was barely a whisper, his cheeks flushed as he pushed a third finger in. His eyes fluttered shut, his mind fully invested in the fantasy unfolding. He didn't hear the door open, the soft click of the lock barely registering over the crescendo of his own need. But when the warm hand clamped over his mouth, Max's eyes snapped open in shock.
Caleb's broad silhouette filled his vision, a grin splitting his face as he took in the sight of Max's wanton display. "Looks like someone's been bad." he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a bolt of arousal straight to Max's groin. his eyes never leaving Max's face as he kicked the door shut behind him. Max's heart hammered in his chest, his body frozen mid-thrust as he stared at the man he'd been fantasizing about.
"Wow your hole is twitching like crazy, it's begging for a real cock, isn't it?" Caleb said, his grin growing wider as he took a step closer to the trembling Max. "You've been a bad boy playing with yourself." His words were like a hot knife through butter, slicing through the air and straight into Max's soul. Max nodded, his breath stolen by the reality of Caleb's presence.
Caleb's hand remained over Max's mouth, his other hand reaching out to grab Max's wrist, stilling the movement of his fingers. "I'll show you what a real fuck feels like," he whispered, his breath hot against Max's skin. The hand over Max's mouth was suddenly gone, replaced by the firm pressure of Caleb's thumb stroking his bottom lip. Max whimpered, his body quivering with a mix of fear and excitement.
