| 'God that was BAD idea..' Taylor thought to himself as he tossed and turned in his bed, trying to sleep, but finding it impossible due to the aching erection he was sporting. Between the whole scene with Calley outside that bar, (which he'd not recovered from) and the movies that Zac and Ike were so fascinated with (and himself, he reluctantly admitted) his body was screaming for release. He went over that whole episode outside the bar and wondered exactly when it was that he'd lost control. He was angry with himself that just the barest brush of her lips put him in such a state, he NEEDED to be in control of the situation. He HAD to be, or it was back to the same old, sneaking around, lying, guilt-ridden situation that forced him to give her the ultimatum in the first place. Besides, he was not about to share the woman he loved (no matter who that turned out to be) with ANYONE, which was what he figured she expected him to do. He turned roughly on his side and tried to ignore the size of the tent forming in his boxers as his brain bounced back and forth between that kiss he'd shared with Calley, and the intensely arousing, images from the TV screen he'd tortured himself with all night. He tried to keep himself from grinning as he remembered that Calley was quite adventurous sexually, and he knew that she would NOT object to trying most of the things that he was imagining doing with her at the moment. "SHIT.." he muttered to himself and turned on his other side. Taylor finally slipped his boxers down off his hips and tossed them on the floor next to the bed, groaning lightly in relief as his erection was freed from it's confines. He took his shaft in his hand and began to pump slowly, closing his eyes and pressing his lips together as his other hand slipped down his belly and between his legs to cup his testicles. He rolled onto his back and drew his knees up, placing is feet flat on the bed and shoving the blankets off his lightly sweating body, as he pumped himself faster, images of Calley, and some of their past encounters, racing through his mind. He bit his lower lip and lifted his hips off the bed, thrusting into his own hand as the other squeezed and rolled his balls gently. He slid himself up to a sitting postion, resting his back against the headboard, his knees still drawn up and his legs wide apart. His head dropped back and rested against the top edge of the headboard as he fondled himself, his large palm wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft as his other hand stroked it, caressing the head softly, every so often as he pictured her sweet, hot, and very talented mouth around it, sucking greedily. He squeezed his testicles again as he imagined her tongue lapping at them before sucking his cock back in her mouth again. "Mm..' a small grunt escaped his lips as he pumped himself hard and fast, his whole body tensing as the fire began to burn in his balls and worked its way up his shaft. His labored breathing suddenly stopped as he held his breath to keep from crying out, as his dick throbbed and shot a fountain of creamy sex over his belly and dripped between his fingers, still pumping his cock to milk every last ounce of pleasure he could from this orgasm. His body jerked as he bit his lip, squeezed his eyes shut tight, and thrusted his hips up with the very last throb of his release, that sent another shot of cream over his already sticky hand. "Oh fuck.." he gasped under his breath, as he tried to slow it, leaning his head back on the headboard and letting his legs relax as he felt the sticky evidence of his orgasm drip between his legs to coat his balls. 'fuck..' he thought to himself again as he reached for the tissue box on the night table and cleaned himself up, but it was still a long time before he slept. |