part three: Dealing With Confusion
“Sorry, ma’am!”
“Watch where you’re going, will you?”
All right, so I guess I must’ve been in denial all this time, so now what? I haven’t wanted anyone this badly since...I don’t know when.
He opens the door to his apartment and walks up to one of his posters. The female figure is as desirable to him as ever, but...right now that’s actually the last thing he needs, as it only intensifies his confusion. He casually rips it off the wall and tosses it on the floor. Several others meet the same fate. After that, he has dinner and decides to call it a night.
The next day in the police station, Jill almost has a heart attack as she sees Leon at his desk. “Leon Orcott is doing paperwork?!! And without being told, even!”
“Hey, I do paperwork occasionally,” he retorts.
“Only when the chief threatens you, and he hasn’t even arrived yet this morning. Are you feeling well? You look a little washed out.”
“I’m just a little tired, that’s all. Didn’t sleep too well last night.” It was true. His dreams had been jumbled in reflection of his confused emotions. One moment he had been holding D, the next one of his old girlfriends, then D again, the result being waking up with a serious case of disorientation. Paperwork actually kept his mind otherwise occupied, so he didn’t have to deal with it.
“Well, I’ll just leave you to it, then. Have fun.” She winks at him and walks away.
“Whatever.”
By the end of the day, Leon has actually caught up with all the red tape that he has to deal with. He gets home, and is again alone with his thoughts. He looks at the mess and for once decides to do something about it-anything to distract him. He puts the discarded posters in the trash and sets about straightening up the rest of the apartment- a task which takes the rest of the evening. His dreams that night are less confused. He dreams
of being with D, feeling his bare chest against the other’s, of kissing those lips, of feeling a body that is at once soft and firm. He can almost smell the exotic, but definitely masculine scent of his partner.
As a result, his erection is almost painfully hard when he awakes in the morning. It’s going to be a long day, he thinks, I can feel it already. He steps into the shower, and turns the water on.
“Aaagh!! Son of a bitch, that’s cold!!“ Not being very awake, he has forgotten to wait for the shower to warm up before getting in. After receiving the initial freezing blast in the face that is now no longer a problem.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t make the throbbing between his legs go away. As the water becomes pleasantly warm, he sighs, and reaches a hand down to fondle himself. He places a hand against the shower wall for stability, then starts stroking slowly. He basks in the warmth of the water streaming down his long, lean, muscular torso, down to his groin, adding to the sensation of his hand moving up and down his shaft. He starts to breathe harder and quickens his pace. Finally, he moans softly, then gasps, splattering white cum on the shower wall, which is quickly washed away.
Breathing heavily, he quickly finishes up, and gets ready for work.