Short Stories

Morris & Theo

 "You wanted me to fuck you, didn't you?"

Stephen shut his eyes. "Briefly."

Of course he did.

Crane lowered his head so his mouth was right on Stephen's ear, voice vibrating, teeth and tongue touching the sensitive flesh. "When I fuck you, Mr. Day, it will not be briefly. It will be long and hard and extremely thorough. I'm going to take pains with you."

I knew it was extremely inappropriate to read homoerotic fiction when I ought to be preparing the notes for my professor's seminar tomorrow but a lonely boy needed his smut, needed his Lord Crane, especially in a lonely hotel room.

All the walking, socializing and other frustrations of the day had certainly had an effect on my body as I continued with my only respite but my cock had other ideas when an image of Lord Crane popped into my head. My imagination, I'm sure, did not do justice to his image however my mind had placed him right next to me on the bed in his shirt sleeves and his breeches. I set aside the pile of notes, the book and my laptop. My hotel room was a few tiers lower to what could have been a modest room however the bed would do for a lonely endeavor.

I was almost erect already when I took off my pants. I closed my eyes as I slid my hand down to grab the slightly wet tip of my cock and my mind conjured a blond man with long legs whose hand had just slid down to stroke my cock. With a few strokes I had gotten into a rhythmic motion which took me to the edges of a climax but not quite there and I felt fingers sliding down to my hole. I briefly stopped to grab the moisturizer from my bag. It was essential at the moment. I squirted a liberal amount of moisturizer and continued fingering my hole with one hand as I increased the speed with the other hand on my cock. My mind conjured a strong man covered in tattoos lying on top me lining his cock against my hole just about to enter and I started feeling the familiar chemicals being released in my body as my climax mounted and with just a few strokes I had finished my business. I lay there catching my breath and staring at the ceiling before I had to worry about the sticky mess I had caused. I was eternally grateful to the author for writing a man like Lucien Vaudrey. Though I believe jerking off to him might have taken my admiration a bit far. I chuckled at this thought and got up to clean myself when I saw a sudden movement.

Someone had visibly gasped. Someone was standing outside the door and the reason I was able to see that is because I had left it ajar. The stranger who was staring was clearly shocked however it seemed he hadn't realized that I had seen him until our eyes met. And when they did, he took a step back and I could see the blush that crept on his cheeks, under his glasses. He looked at me again and probably saw something akin to a hairless ferret pink with shame, and deciding to put me out of my misery, walked away.

My first thought, as I shut the door, was that I had been compromised. Yeah right, because that's what happens to men who jerk off with an open door. I decided to stop being melodramatic and that's when the thought dawned on me. What if he thought I was into this? That the door was open on purpose? God! He's going to think I'm a pervert. A mangy, pink pervert. And he even looked good with his blond hair and long legs.

Wait! But how much did he see? Was it just the shock of catching a stranger with his cum in his hand? Or did he catch the show too? It did seem like he was watching until I caught him doing it. What if he comes back expecting something? Will that be so bad? I was pulled out of my thoughts when I heard a knock on the door. That must be the professor. Sure, he ran out of coffee and had to come here to ask me to get some, or maybe the other guest lecturer had finally showed up and professor wanted me to bring him up to speed, not that phones exist in his world.

"Coming, Professor." I called out as I took a look at myself in the mirror, just to be sure I looked tired from working and not from jerking off.

"Did you run out of coffee- oh"