A New Easton

Want

  Later that night when both Carter and I were ready to retire for the night I had been given the option to sleep with Carter.

"What will it be?" Carter asks me in an impatient tone.

"I think I'll sleep in the guest room," I say softly. Carter looks relatively disappointed for a few seconds before nodding.

"The room is down the hall to your right." He says to me. I nod as he turns around and steps into the carpeted floor that is the space of his bedroom. He closes the door before I could glance around the room.

I make my way down the hall as I glance at the blue antique wallpaper as it decorates the hallway walls. Several paintings of landscapes are placed equally spaced from eachother. I take note of the fact that Carter has classy taste.

I approach the guest room door and I twist the door nob, opening the door to reveal a rather tidy room. The bed is placed in the center, an ottoman lies in front of the bed post, clean blankets folded on top of it.

I tug off my my pants, leaving on my shirt and boxers as I slip underneath the comforter.

I lie there unable to sleep, desiring some time of warmth. It takes me a moment to realize that I desire the warmth of Carter's bare skin against mine.

I wave the thought away and instead I turn over to my side hoping to fall alseep.

I remain unlucky and trapped in thoughts filled with Carter and the things he had done to me.

"Fuck." I mumble as I get out of bed and walk through the hall back to the same spot that I had been standing just a bit ago. I suck in my breath as I open Carter's bedroom door quietly.

In the dark I wander to Carter's bed in which his silhouette lies underneath the duvet. I lift up the covers and I slip beneath them.

Carter is facing towards me so I make sure that I am careful not to wake him as I get comfortable. My back is facing him as I close my eyes.

I hear slight movements from the bed as I feel the warmth of Carter's body pressed against my back. My heart stops. His pelvis presses up against my ass. My face reddens as I feel his lower region hugging my rear tightly.

"Nice of you you to join me, Easton. I had a feeling you'd find your way back here, " He says.

"Just.. Felt lonely is all."

He chuckles as if to doubt me.

I soon drift off to sleep.

In the morning I wake up and find that I'm the only one in bed. I sit up. The smell of bacon hits me hard. I stand up, revealing my tight red boxers.

I walk out of Carter's bedroom and I saunter down the hall towards the direction of the kitchen. I spot Carter on front of the stove wearing joggers and no shirt.

I suck in my breathe as I say "Goodmorning," softly. Carter turns around, exposing his well built body. I found myself gazing at his abdominal. He chuckles.

"What are you looking at hun?" I look up Quickly and into his eyes. He smirks as he steps closer to me," I made bacon and garlic roasted potatoes."

"That sounds delicious," I smile and thank him as he places the food on the center of the table for us both to help ourselves. I stab my fork into a small piece of potato. I eat it, chewing it, letting the warmth and flavor seep into my tongue.

"Mmm," I say softly. Carter watches me steadily. We both soon finish eating. Carter takes both of our plates to the sink.

"I'm going to be getting in the shower. Join me if you'd like," He says as he walks towards his room. My heart drops and my face redden.

I wander into his living room and I sit  on one of the couches. Should I join him? No you're not gay. besides the thoughts pouring into my head, I knew that if I wasn't feeling a certain way about Carter.. Well, I simply wouldn't be here. I kept talking myself out of the idea.

Eventually I got up and slowly walked into the corridor holding all of the rooms in the house. While walking down the hall, I hear water hitting the shower floor as the door to his bedroom was to my right.

I take a deep breath as I twist open the handle to Carter's bedroom door. I walk in and spot the entry way to his bathroom. I walk in quietly, as I'm hoping to surprise him. I strip slowly. With my clothes laying on the floor, I open the shower curtain quietly as I step in, feeling the hot water underneath my feet.

Carter chuckles as he grabs my waist, my back facing him. He presses his body against mine. Oh fuck.. His lower region presses against my ass. He pushes my upper body against the shower wall in front of me so that I am forced to press hands against it. . He moves my hips up and down against him with his hands.

"Grind against me, babyboy," Carter says seductively. My face flushes as I hesitate before rubbing my ass against him in a repetive motion.

"Fuck," Carter grunts,"I wanna do so many things to you, Easton." A shiver runs through my spine. I continue grinding. I can't believe I'm doing this.

Suddenly, I feel warm fingers running across my thigh. They move to fondle my testicles, "Woah.. " I groan. His other hand gropes my ass. The hand groping my balls moves to circle around my thigh. His breath is hot against my neck.

I shiver as his fingers are so close to my member. Why won't he touch me...he's.. Teasing me!! I am so close to begging him as he continues rubbing my thigh for a minute.

Finally, he places his hand around the base of my dick. As his hand slides up he applies a little bit of pressure before reaching my tip.

A groan escapes my throat. It feels so good.. Carter looks at with a smirk as he continues stroking me.

"Does it feel good?" Carter asks me, "Tell me," He whispers. I just moan softly.

Suddenly my hair is yanked back, forcing me to stand  more. Carter has my head on his shoulder, my back against his chest.

"I asked you a question ," He growls into my ear. He strokes me even faster, his other hand moves up to my face. He slides his finger into my mouth. I suck on it gingerly as he jerks me off aggressively, with each stroke I find myself getting closer and closer to a climax.

"Go on.." He says. I then release into his hands.

"Good boy." He smirks.