Aww yeah here we go boys
A Story About Four Straight Friends
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LET DYLAN AND SAMUEL KISS IN THE THREESOME PLEASE OMG
Ashley is gonna get destroyed by the two guys
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Dylan hesitated. He was absolutely craving for sex for a few days in a row now. His mind could not resist thinking about it during the day, and there she was, a very cute girl that wanted to be fucked by him. If only Samuel was not there. Dylan appreciated the Spanish model and liked hanging around with him, but there was something about a threesome that made him hold back. He preferred not to share a girl.
Dylan got aware the time to reply Samuel's question was becoming too long, so he brought himself together. "I'm going to take a shower. Today was extremely draining." He knew he was obviously avoiding an answer, but gave himself a little more time to think. He grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom, leaving Ashley and Samuel behind on bed. He quickly undressed and turned on the hot water. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his flaccid dick hanging straight down. Perhaps a clear sign he should not continue with it, Dylan thought.
He stepped underneath the shower and focused on how the hot water washed off his body. He felt the streams on his skin starting from his head following his spine downwards. He grabbed the shower gel and started soaping his fit body. The soap landed on the tiled floor of the open cabin and washed away through the shower drain.
Suddenly he saw the bathroom door open. Samuel entered in his boxers. Dylan had apparently forgotten to lock the door. Out of reflex, he promptly covered his dick after which Samuel laughed. "Are you scared of even showing it? Can't be that impressive then." He smiled kindly. "I'm kidding. Don't worry." He walked to the toilet and lifted up the seat to pee. He clearly did not mind being looked at himself and took out his dick. Dylan looked away and continued showering, uncovering his own dick. "Frankly, I thought you would have left, mate. Thought it would just be me and Ashley." Samuel grinned and looked at Dylan. "For real? How could I miss having sex with such a lovely girl?" "I don't know, mate. Didn't you fuck her this morning?" "No, man. I was really hungover. I couldn't get out of bed let alone have sex. Now it's much better though." "You fucked her last night though. Right next to me," Dylan responded with a slight tone of exasperation. Samuel smiled. "No, we didn't. I only pleased her a little."
Samuel was done peeing and raised his boxers back up. Dylan groaned. "Fuck, mate. I've been randy all week," he exclaimed, "I really wanted to have a good fuck today." "You still can." He turned to Dylan and let his eyes slide up and down his body. They paused shortly at his crotch along the way up. "You're pretty blessed as well, man." An uncomfortable feeling came up in his stomach, which he decided to address straight on. "Mate, you shouldn't compliment a guy about his knob. That's not done." Samuel shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? It's pretty big." "Thanks. But I don't need to hear that from you, mate." Samuel laughed. "You guys are so tense. We all have one." He lowered his boxers and took out his long, floppy dick. With one hand he wobbled it around. Dylan could not resist to grin. "You're mental." "Why? For having a dick?" "No, for expecting a threesome." "The more the merrier." Dylan grinned again. "All right, forget about it. We're good. Just make sure to be gone before I leave the showers, mate. You don't want to interfere with a randy dog." Samuel smiled mischievously and left the room.
Dylan continued to shower his hair and body. After a couple of minutes he noticed his dick was slightly growing, so he closed the water valve and dried off. He applied cologne on his neck, wrists and chest and wrapped the towel around his waist. By now, his bulge was clearly visible, but he planned on teasing Ashley with it anyway.
Dylan got aware the time to reply Samuel's question was becoming too long, so he brought himself together. "I'm going to take a shower. Today was extremely draining." He knew he was obviously avoiding an answer, but gave himself a little more time to think. He grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom, leaving Ashley and Samuel behind on bed. He quickly undressed and turned on the hot water. He looked at himself in the mirror and saw his flaccid dick hanging straight down. Perhaps a clear sign he should not continue with it, Dylan thought.
He stepped underneath the shower and focused on how the hot water washed off his body. He felt the streams on his skin starting from his head following his spine downwards. He grabbed the shower gel and started soaping his fit body. The soap landed on the tiled floor of the open cabin and washed away through the shower drain.
Suddenly he saw the bathroom door open. Samuel entered in his boxers. Dylan had apparently forgotten to lock the door. Out of reflex, he promptly covered his dick after which Samuel laughed. "Are you scared of even showing it? Can't be that impressive then." He smiled kindly. "I'm kidding. Don't worry." He walked to the toilet and lifted up the seat to pee. He clearly did not mind being looked at himself and took out his dick. Dylan looked away and continued showering, uncovering his own dick. "Frankly, I thought you would have left, mate. Thought it would just be me and Ashley." Samuel grinned and looked at Dylan. "For real? How could I miss having sex with such a lovely girl?" "I don't know, mate. Didn't you fuck her this morning?" "No, man. I was really hungover. I couldn't get out of bed let alone have sex. Now it's much better though." "You fucked her last night though. Right next to me," Dylan responded with a slight tone of exasperation. Samuel smiled. "No, we didn't. I only pleased her a little."
Samuel was done peeing and raised his boxers back up. Dylan groaned. "Fuck, mate. I've been randy all week," he exclaimed, "I really wanted to have a good fuck today." "You still can." He turned to Dylan and let his eyes slide up and down his body. They paused shortly at his crotch along the way up. "You're pretty blessed as well, man." An uncomfortable feeling came up in his stomach, which he decided to address straight on. "Mate, you shouldn't compliment a guy about his knob. That's not done." Samuel shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? It's pretty big." "Thanks. But I don't need to hear that from you, mate." Samuel laughed. "You guys are so tense. We all have one." He lowered his boxers and took out his long, floppy dick. With one hand he wobbled it around. Dylan could not resist to grin. "You're mental." "Why? For having a dick?" "No, for expecting a threesome." "The more the merrier." Dylan grinned again. "All right, forget about it. We're good. Just make sure to be gone before I leave the showers, mate. You don't want to interfere with a randy dog." Samuel smiled mischievously and left the room.
Dylan continued to shower his hair and body. After a couple of minutes he noticed his dick was slightly growing, so he closed the water valve and dried off. He applied cologne on his neck, wrists and chest and wrapped the towel around his waist. By now, his bulge was clearly visible, but he planned on teasing Ashley with it anyway.
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There she was, the beautiful Ashley. Even though her clothes were still on, she looked as stunning as the night before. Her body was cute and petite, exactly what Dylan wanted. From this position, he could see her ass clearly. It was not large, but well-formed and in good proportion with the rest of her body. But especially her face was pretty. Her cute eyes were dreamy, and she had very soft lips. Soft lips that were wrapped around the head of Samuel's dick. Samuel had anything but left. He was laying naked on Dylan's bed, with his hands behind his head. Ashley laid in front of him, still fully clothed, holding Samuel's dick with one hand while licking the head. Samuel had not lied about it the day before, Dylan had to admit it was truly big. The trail of hair on his abdominal reached the beginning of his shaft. There his dick pointed out straight forward. It was not necessarily too long, perhaps 17 centimetres, but the thickness was remarkable. Ashley's tiny hand was holding it steady.
Dylan was paralyzed by surprise. After a few seconds, he stammered angrily: "Mate, what the fuck. I told you to leave." Samuel looked up and grinned. Meanwhile Ashley continued to suck on his dick. "Sorry, man. Couldn't help it. Hope you don't mind." Dylan felt a rage coming up in his stomach. He felt scorned and he started to loose his temper. "You're a fucking knob. You should really take off. Now." Samuel stopped grinning, but his relaxed attitude did not disappear. "Dude, no worries. We're just having a good time." Dylan's rage took control. He stepped towards the bed and grabbed Samuel's arm. He pulled hard and Samuel fell out of bed. Before he could hit him, Ashley interfered. She yelled something which Dylan did not process, but before he could strike again, she got out of bed and stood in between the two guys.
She looked at Dylan. Her dreamy eyes radiated a calmness, but Dylan was anything but calm. She put one hand on his bare chest and the other on his cheek. She smiled. "No need to be angry, Dylan. I just wanted to have some fun." She reached up and kissed Dylan on his lips. He did not reciprocate, but made no attempt to bypass her just yet. "You said you wanted this, right?" "Not with that prick." Ashley smiled calmly. "Don't focus on him, focus on me." With these words, she started to undress herself. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing an absence of a bra. Her tits were beautiful, but Dylan could not help to look at Samuel as well, who was still laying on the ground. His tanned, model-like body had turned into a pile of muscle. His eyes were smiling, but still alert.
Ashley's hand pushed Dylan's face away from Samuel and back to her own. She kissed him again, but he still did not answer. Her hands slowly slid down on his chest and abs to the edge of his towel. Her fingers crossed the boundary and continued down to his crotch. Similar to the morning, she caressed the outline of his dick. With her other hand she started to feel Dylan's broad shoulders and followed his muscled biceps down to his wrist. She held his wrist and lifted it to her own body, where she put his hand on one of her small tits. Dylan was still frozen, battling in his head between anger and desire. Her calm eyes kept analysing his face in a curious way and he composed himself a little.
After a few more seconds of teasing, Ashley squeezed his dick through the fabric of the towel, and suddenly Dylan woke up from the frozen state. He grabbed both of her upper arms and leant forward to kiss her passionately. Ashley giggled when he pushed her on the bed and took her shorts and panties off in one smooth movement. Dylan lifted her up and readjusted her on the length of the bed. He jumped on top of her and with his big hands he started to feel every part of her body. He felt the towel letting loose of his waist, but did not care at all to cover up his ass. He kept making out with her while one finger was discovering her already wet pussy. He noticed Samuel had stood up from the ground and was now standing next to them, but Dylan deliberately did not make space for him to join.
Two of his fingers now slid in and he felt her wetness. She must have been horny all day, waiting for someone to take care of her. After a few slow movements, he quickly increased the speed. In between the kisses, Ashley started to moan, a soft and cute sound. He again lifted her up and turned her around on all fours. He spread her ass cheeks and started to lick her juices, while one finger kept entering her pussy. She started to moan harder, a sign to go even faster. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Samuel grinning and stroking his own dick. Dylan felt slightly uncomfortable with another man present, but also empowered, knowing that Samuel was watching how he pleased a girl. He decided it was ready for the real work and rose up. He quickly put on a condom and some lube and entered Ashley's pussy with his head. She made a noise between moan and giggle, while Dylan slowly pushed further. He looked down on how every centimetre of his dick slowly went inside Ashley. It was only when he was all the way in that he started to move back. Gradually, he began to pick up speed while holding her ass tightly.
Dylan was paralyzed by surprise. After a few seconds, he stammered angrily: "Mate, what the fuck. I told you to leave." Samuel looked up and grinned. Meanwhile Ashley continued to suck on his dick. "Sorry, man. Couldn't help it. Hope you don't mind." Dylan felt a rage coming up in his stomach. He felt scorned and he started to loose his temper. "You're a fucking knob. You should really take off. Now." Samuel stopped grinning, but his relaxed attitude did not disappear. "Dude, no worries. We're just having a good time." Dylan's rage took control. He stepped towards the bed and grabbed Samuel's arm. He pulled hard and Samuel fell out of bed. Before he could hit him, Ashley interfered. She yelled something which Dylan did not process, but before he could strike again, she got out of bed and stood in between the two guys.
She looked at Dylan. Her dreamy eyes radiated a calmness, but Dylan was anything but calm. She put one hand on his bare chest and the other on his cheek. She smiled. "No need to be angry, Dylan. I just wanted to have some fun." She reached up and kissed Dylan on his lips. He did not reciprocate, but made no attempt to bypass her just yet. "You said you wanted this, right?" "Not with that prick." Ashley smiled calmly. "Don't focus on him, focus on me." With these words, she started to undress herself. She pulled her shirt over her head, revealing an absence of a bra. Her tits were beautiful, but Dylan could not help to look at Samuel as well, who was still laying on the ground. His tanned, model-like body had turned into a pile of muscle. His eyes were smiling, but still alert.
Ashley's hand pushed Dylan's face away from Samuel and back to her own. She kissed him again, but he still did not answer. Her hands slowly slid down on his chest and abs to the edge of his towel. Her fingers crossed the boundary and continued down to his crotch. Similar to the morning, she caressed the outline of his dick. With her other hand she started to feel Dylan's broad shoulders and followed his muscled biceps down to his wrist. She held his wrist and lifted it to her own body, where she put his hand on one of her small tits. Dylan was still frozen, battling in his head between anger and desire. Her calm eyes kept analysing his face in a curious way and he composed himself a little.
After a few more seconds of teasing, Ashley squeezed his dick through the fabric of the towel, and suddenly Dylan woke up from the frozen state. He grabbed both of her upper arms and leant forward to kiss her passionately. Ashley giggled when he pushed her on the bed and took her shorts and panties off in one smooth movement. Dylan lifted her up and readjusted her on the length of the bed. He jumped on top of her and with his big hands he started to feel every part of her body. He felt the towel letting loose of his waist, but did not care at all to cover up his ass. He kept making out with her while one finger was discovering her already wet pussy. He noticed Samuel had stood up from the ground and was now standing next to them, but Dylan deliberately did not make space for him to join.
Two of his fingers now slid in and he felt her wetness. She must have been horny all day, waiting for someone to take care of her. After a few slow movements, he quickly increased the speed. In between the kisses, Ashley started to moan, a soft and cute sound. He again lifted her up and turned her around on all fours. He spread her ass cheeks and started to lick her juices, while one finger kept entering her pussy. She started to moan harder, a sign to go even faster. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Samuel grinning and stroking his own dick. Dylan felt slightly uncomfortable with another man present, but also empowered, knowing that Samuel was watching how he pleased a girl. He decided it was ready for the real work and rose up. He quickly put on a condom and some lube and entered Ashley's pussy with his head. She made a noise between moan and giggle, while Dylan slowly pushed further. He looked down on how every centimetre of his dick slowly went inside Ashley. It was only when he was all the way in that he started to move back. Gradually, he began to pick up speed while holding her ass tightly.
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Normally he would wait a little before his bed partner would get used to his dick, but due to the circumstances, Dylan did not have any patience today. He thrusted in her with all of his force, pushing her down on bed with her ass up. Her moans made him ecstatic, knowing that he was pleasing her even though he was impatient. Dylan grabbed both her arms and pulled them back in order to lift Ashley's upper body in the air. He continued to fuck her in a rhythmic, yet uncontrolled manner. With every thrust her ass cheeks clapped against his skin. "You fucking like this, don't you," he said firmly. She exclaimed in agreement and continued to moan. The dreamy girl was gone for this moment. She was replaced by an agile and experienced woman who followed Dylan's orders.
Dylan performed a few more positions, exhausting her in the process. Even though he could continue for a long time, he decided Ashley could take over for a while. "It's your turn, babe. Show me what you can do," he commanded as he lifted her up and placed her on his lap. He laid down with his hands behind his head, breathing heavily. He looked at how she readjusted herself on top of his dick and slowly went down. The tightness of her pussy wrapped around his shaft felt astonishing. While she deliberately went all the way down to take in the entire length of his dick, he noticed her dreamy eyes were expressing pleasure. She looked at Samuel and winked him over. He hesitated and looked at Dylan for approval, who gave a quick nod. Samuel grinned and stepped closer to kiss Ashley. While they were making out, Ashley grabbed Samuel's dick and started to jerk him off.
Dylan did not really know where to look, so he just closed his eyes for the moment. He felt Ashley slowly going up and down. Her legs tightened around his waist, while she held her balance by leaning on his chest with one hand. He heard the sounds of kissing, occasionally disrupted by a mixture of soft moans by Ashley and Samuel. After a minute or two the speed of movement increased and she started riding him faster. The sensation was intense and Dylan's breath became faster and more inconsistent. It was time to take back control.
With two hands he held her ass tightly, while he pushed her body down into his dick. Her moans got louder and Dylan felt her body shaking against his. He recognized she was almost climaxing and increased the speed even further. The smashing sound of skin against skin, her ass on his lap, reverberated through the space. Her dreamy voice turned into a high-pitched moan. A moan that lasted a couple of seconds, before Dylan slowed down and let her take a deep breath.
She had come. But he had not climaxed yet. Dylan pushed her off him and returned to a doggy position. As he was entering her pussy, she gestured to Samuel to join. Eagerly he jumped on the bed on his knees in front of her and she grabbed his heavy dick. Samuel held her hair above her head while he pushed his dick in her mouth. As far as Dylan could see, it went surprisingly deep for how thick it was, perhaps halfway. He heard a gagging sound, yet Ashley continued steadily to suck him off while being fucked from behind.
Dylan performed a few more positions, exhausting her in the process. Even though he could continue for a long time, he decided Ashley could take over for a while. "It's your turn, babe. Show me what you can do," he commanded as he lifted her up and placed her on his lap. He laid down with his hands behind his head, breathing heavily. He looked at how she readjusted herself on top of his dick and slowly went down. The tightness of her pussy wrapped around his shaft felt astonishing. While she deliberately went all the way down to take in the entire length of his dick, he noticed her dreamy eyes were expressing pleasure. She looked at Samuel and winked him over. He hesitated and looked at Dylan for approval, who gave a quick nod. Samuel grinned and stepped closer to kiss Ashley. While they were making out, Ashley grabbed Samuel's dick and started to jerk him off.
Dylan did not really know where to look, so he just closed his eyes for the moment. He felt Ashley slowly going up and down. Her legs tightened around his waist, while she held her balance by leaning on his chest with one hand. He heard the sounds of kissing, occasionally disrupted by a mixture of soft moans by Ashley and Samuel. After a minute or two the speed of movement increased and she started riding him faster. The sensation was intense and Dylan's breath became faster and more inconsistent. It was time to take back control.
With two hands he held her ass tightly, while he pushed her body down into his dick. Her moans got louder and Dylan felt her body shaking against his. He recognized she was almost climaxing and increased the speed even further. The smashing sound of skin against skin, her ass on his lap, reverberated through the space. Her dreamy voice turned into a high-pitched moan. A moan that lasted a couple of seconds, before Dylan slowed down and let her take a deep breath.
She had come. But he had not climaxed yet. Dylan pushed her off him and returned to a doggy position. As he was entering her pussy, she gestured to Samuel to join. Eagerly he jumped on the bed on his knees in front of her and she grabbed his heavy dick. Samuel held her hair above her head while he pushed his dick in her mouth. As far as Dylan could see, it went surprisingly deep for how thick it was, perhaps halfway. He heard a gagging sound, yet Ashley continued steadily to suck him off while being fucked from behind.
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Dylan quickly picked up speed again. He smacked Ashley on her ass with his hand, while his dick was entering her more and more. The clapping sound combined with her moan excited him, so he did it again. With every move he made, he heard how she was gagging on Samuel's dick. Dylan looked up and saw Samuel's face expressing nothing but pleasure. His eyes were closed, his head was turned upwards and his slightly opened lips were forming a smile. He was moving in the same rhythm and Dylan could see his muscles contract and expand. His tanned skin reflected the light from his window. With two hands, he was holding Ashley's hair and pushing his crotch forward. The moans that came from Samuel were expressive and deep. Dylan felt ecstatic, knowing that Ashley was being banged by two men at once. The petite Ashley, who was handling two dicks seemingly without any effort.
He turned back to Ashley as he was close to climaxing. The few days without sex had made him sensitive. The wet feeling of her pussy around his shaft felt godly. Her tightness was beyond compare. He was wondering where to cum and decided her ass would be best. He gave a few more thrusts before he pulled out. He quickly pulled off his condom and stroked his dick to reach climax. With some deep breaths Dylan felt his cum flowing through his shaft. He shot his entire load on her ass and back while Samuel was watching. His cum reached as far as her shoulders. Her entire ass and lower back was covered with white liquid. Dylan gave a few more strokes before he smacked her ass a final time and jumped out of bed. "Have fun, mate, she's yours."
He turned back to Ashley as he was close to climaxing. The few days without sex had made him sensitive. The wet feeling of her pussy around his shaft felt godly. Her tightness was beyond compare. He was wondering where to cum and decided her ass would be best. He gave a few more thrusts before he pulled out. He quickly pulled off his condom and stroked his dick to reach climax. With some deep breaths Dylan felt his cum flowing through his shaft. He shot his entire load on her ass and back while Samuel was watching. His cum reached as far as her shoulders. Her entire ass and lower back was covered with white liquid. Dylan gave a few more strokes before he smacked her ass a final time and jumped out of bed. "Have fun, mate, she's yours."
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Dylan went to the shower, leaving behind Samuel who had eagerly taken over his position in bed. He washed his body extensively to get rid off the sweat. Through the open door he heard the moans of Ashley, a beautiful sound. He noticed his erection had not fully gone down and started to stroke his own dick mindlessly. The moans of Ashley quickly became louder and rose above the clattering sound of water against tiles. After only seconds, her moans turned into soft screams, then harder screams that yelled Samuel's name, immediately followed by a climax. Dylan frowned. How did he manage to finish her that fast? Samuel's dick was not much thicker than his own. Frustrated, he turned off the shower and dried himself off. He blow dried his messy hair until it was dry enough and applied some cologne on his body. He did not hear any major sounds from his room, so he assumed the two were finished. He applied some cologne and put on a pair of Hilfiger boxers. He looked in the mirror and saw a noticeable bulge in his boxers, but did not care to wait any longer. His two guests had already seen the content anyway.
After he left the bathroom, he found a similar situation as before, however, this time Dylan felt not betrayed or angry. Samuel was laying naked on his bed, while getting a blowjob from Ashley. The afternoon sun was shining through the window blinds, illuminating both beautiful bodies in soft rays of light. Ashley's ass was pointing upwards, still visibly covered in Dylan's own cum. Her tiny body was resting on Samuel's long legs, with two hands forward to hold on to his dick.
Samuel's tanned body contrasted gracefully with the white sheets that were draped on the bed. His firm, but slender muscles were textured by the striped shadows caused by the window blinds. Samuel was smiling widely and really seemed to enjoy it. Ashley could get about half his dick in her small mouth, which was still really impressive for her short stature. "I'm going to the shop for some groceries. Are you guys joining for supper or leaving soon?" There was no real reply except for some moaning mumble of Samuel. "I'll take that as a yes." Dylan put on some clothes and grabbed his wallet. He looked around one more time, before closing the door behind him.
By coincidence, Corey just left his room with a shopping bag in his hand. They looked at each other for a second, a small moment of peace before Corey started to annoy Dylan once again. "Did you just have a threesome?" Unlike other times, Corey started to grin instead of shout, which surprised Dylan. Normally, Corey would have complained about being able to hear the bed moving or hear the screams of girls. "That's none of your business, mate." Immediately after Dylan said it, a louder, male moan came from Dylan's room. Corey grinned again. "Sure. How was it?" "None of your fucking business, Corey." Dylan started to walk towards the front door. Corey could not resist to continue: "Didn't know you were into men." Dylan turned around and looked at Corey, who made a small step backwards, but still remained in position with a grin on his face. Dylan replied frustrated: "I ain't a faggot. You seem to have enjoyed listening to it though." Corey shrugged his shoulders. "Not really, no. But it's the first time I've spoken to a girl you've fucked. She seemed pretty chill. Normally, they seem like dumb bitches." "Always better than not having anyone to fuck. For real, how long has it been?" Corey grinned. "As a matter of fact, only two weeks. I know you'd be desperate by then, but I don't mind." "Whatever, mate."
He wanted to turn around again, but saw that Corey hesitated slightly. Dylan raised his eyebrows in impatience. "Eh.. I assume you're going to buy some groceries as well, right?" Dylan nodded. "What of it?" "Shall we prepare some meal together?" Dylan wanted to decline immediately, but there was something about Corey's tone that made him doubt his initial decision. Even more so, he was certain his two guests had partially overheard the conversation, and he did not want to look bad in front of them. "Whatever. I'll bring an extra portion", Dylan said as he turned around and started making his way to the store.
After he left the bathroom, he found a similar situation as before, however, this time Dylan felt not betrayed or angry. Samuel was laying naked on his bed, while getting a blowjob from Ashley. The afternoon sun was shining through the window blinds, illuminating both beautiful bodies in soft rays of light. Ashley's ass was pointing upwards, still visibly covered in Dylan's own cum. Her tiny body was resting on Samuel's long legs, with two hands forward to hold on to his dick.
Samuel's tanned body contrasted gracefully with the white sheets that were draped on the bed. His firm, but slender muscles were textured by the striped shadows caused by the window blinds. Samuel was smiling widely and really seemed to enjoy it. Ashley could get about half his dick in her small mouth, which was still really impressive for her short stature. "I'm going to the shop for some groceries. Are you guys joining for supper or leaving soon?" There was no real reply except for some moaning mumble of Samuel. "I'll take that as a yes." Dylan put on some clothes and grabbed his wallet. He looked around one more time, before closing the door behind him.
By coincidence, Corey just left his room with a shopping bag in his hand. They looked at each other for a second, a small moment of peace before Corey started to annoy Dylan once again. "Did you just have a threesome?" Unlike other times, Corey started to grin instead of shout, which surprised Dylan. Normally, Corey would have complained about being able to hear the bed moving or hear the screams of girls. "That's none of your business, mate." Immediately after Dylan said it, a louder, male moan came from Dylan's room. Corey grinned again. "Sure. How was it?" "None of your fucking business, Corey." Dylan started to walk towards the front door. Corey could not resist to continue: "Didn't know you were into men." Dylan turned around and looked at Corey, who made a small step backwards, but still remained in position with a grin on his face. Dylan replied frustrated: "I ain't a faggot. You seem to have enjoyed listening to it though." Corey shrugged his shoulders. "Not really, no. But it's the first time I've spoken to a girl you've fucked. She seemed pretty chill. Normally, they seem like dumb bitches." "Always better than not having anyone to fuck. For real, how long has it been?" Corey grinned. "As a matter of fact, only two weeks. I know you'd be desperate by then, but I don't mind." "Whatever, mate."
He wanted to turn around again, but saw that Corey hesitated slightly. Dylan raised his eyebrows in impatience. "Eh.. I assume you're going to buy some groceries as well, right?" Dylan nodded. "What of it?" "Shall we prepare some meal together?" Dylan wanted to decline immediately, but there was something about Corey's tone that made him doubt his initial decision. Even more so, he was certain his two guests had partially overheard the conversation, and he did not want to look bad in front of them. "Whatever. I'll bring an extra portion", Dylan said as he turned around and started making his way to the store.
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When Dylan returned, he put his groceries in the kitchen and went to his room. There he found Samuel laying on his couch, wearing only a pair of Dylan's own shorts. "You've got the habit of feeling at home quickly, innit?" Dylan scoffed, "Where did you leave Ashley?". "She went home already. Had to go to some dinner or something." "That's a shame. All the more food for us though", Dylan grinned, "I'll prepare it. I reckon I don't have to remind you, but make yourself at home". Samuel smiled. His eyes looked tired, but were as bright and joyful as before.
It was already eight in the evening and Dylan was getting hungry. He went to the kitchen and started preparing their meal. Meanwhile, he was thinking back about the night before. Fragments of memory fell in place as he tried to puzzle them into chronological order. Some pieces were missing, but he clearly remembered how Leo was going to get laid with Isabella. He made a mental note to text him to see how it had been.
Then he recalled the image of Michael and Emily fucking in the photobooth. He also remembered something else. He quickly went back to his room and grabbed his pants from the laundry basket. He searched in his pockets and pulled out the two sets of photos that he and Samuel had taken from the photobooth. Samuel looked up when Dylan burst out laughing. "What are you on about?" Dylan could not reply, so Samuel jumped up and together they looked at the pictures.
Michael was clearly drunk, but even then, his toned body appeared graceful behind Emily. He made bodybuilder poses and pulled tough or funny faces whilst fucking Emily. Emily was holding her hand alternately in front of her face or body, not being able to cover what she wanted. Her tits were close to the camera, in full brightness of the flash.
Dylan looked at the other set of photos, which was apparently made at the beginning of their adventure. The first picture almost appeared normal, two people making out in a photobooth, if it was not for Michael's hand which had slid under her shirt. In the second picture, she was already topless and Michael was biting her nipples. One picture below, Michael had stood up and his face was no longer visible on camera. Instead, his shirtless torso showed the contour of his abs and chest from the side. Emily was seated in front of him on her knees, busy with his pants and belt. In the last picture, Emily's expression was awestruck by Michael's member floating in front of her face. She had managed to pull down his pants and boxers, but she was clearly hesitant to continue. She was smiling, yet her head was pulled back.
Michael's dick was hard and, as with the rest of Michael's character and body, it was impeccable. The long shaft reached out straight-forward from his muscled body. It was thick and some veins were clearly visible. The head was slightly thicker, and even his ball sack was well-formed and hanging loosely underneath his dick. Dylan could imagine Michael's cocky facial expression as he looked down upon Emily. He must have liked her surprised reaction upon seeing him.
He and Samuel laughed and went on about the pictures for a while, before Samuel warned Dylan that a burning smell came from the kitchen.
It was already eight in the evening and Dylan was getting hungry. He went to the kitchen and started preparing their meal. Meanwhile, he was thinking back about the night before. Fragments of memory fell in place as he tried to puzzle them into chronological order. Some pieces were missing, but he clearly remembered how Leo was going to get laid with Isabella. He made a mental note to text him to see how it had been.
Then he recalled the image of Michael and Emily fucking in the photobooth. He also remembered something else. He quickly went back to his room and grabbed his pants from the laundry basket. He searched in his pockets and pulled out the two sets of photos that he and Samuel had taken from the photobooth. Samuel looked up when Dylan burst out laughing. "What are you on about?" Dylan could not reply, so Samuel jumped up and together they looked at the pictures.
Michael was clearly drunk, but even then, his toned body appeared graceful behind Emily. He made bodybuilder poses and pulled tough or funny faces whilst fucking Emily. Emily was holding her hand alternately in front of her face or body, not being able to cover what she wanted. Her tits were close to the camera, in full brightness of the flash.
Dylan looked at the other set of photos, which was apparently made at the beginning of their adventure. The first picture almost appeared normal, two people making out in a photobooth, if it was not for Michael's hand which had slid under her shirt. In the second picture, she was already topless and Michael was biting her nipples. One picture below, Michael had stood up and his face was no longer visible on camera. Instead, his shirtless torso showed the contour of his abs and chest from the side. Emily was seated in front of him on her knees, busy with his pants and belt. In the last picture, Emily's expression was awestruck by Michael's member floating in front of her face. She had managed to pull down his pants and boxers, but she was clearly hesitant to continue. She was smiling, yet her head was pulled back.
Michael's dick was hard and, as with the rest of Michael's character and body, it was impeccable. The long shaft reached out straight-forward from his muscled body. It was thick and some veins were clearly visible. The head was slightly thicker, and even his ball sack was well-formed and hanging loosely underneath his dick. Dylan could imagine Michael's cocky facial expression as he looked down upon Emily. He must have liked her surprised reaction upon seeing him.
He and Samuel laughed and went on about the pictures for a while, before Samuel warned Dylan that a burning smell came from the kitchen.
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Dylan quickly put the photos back and ran to the kitchen, but luckily the chicken was properly cooked. He turned off the gas and started grabbing plates, until he recalled something else from the night before. "Samuel? What was it you were gonna ask me right before we saw them shag?" It was silent for a few seconds. "Samuel? You there, mate?" "Yea, wait a minute." Dylan heard him standing up and walking to the kitchen. "I was just being drunk and impulsive, man. Forget about it." "What was it?" Again a few seconds of silence, after which he continued with his deep Spanish accent. "Well, nothing really. Maybe you remember, but I did not have a place to sleep, so I was just wondering if I could stay at yours for the night. Which I did by coincidence." "That's all right, mate. I had a brilliant time. Ashley's one crazy girl." "She is. She knew what she was doing." They exchanged looks and grinned. Dylan started laughing. "What was she thinking, getting fucked by two guys at once. She was a peng ting though. Did you see her ass? It was fucking gorgeous. Never seen a girl that small and fit." "You should've gotten a blowjob from her, man. She knows how to please a man." "Seemed like you couldn't get enough of it indeed."
Dylan lifted the two pans and carried them to the kitchen table. He served food and they started eating. "How come you did not have a place to sleep though?", he asked. "Eh.. Well.. My contract has ended two weeks ago and it's fucking difficult to get a room here." "Where are you staying at the moment?" "Nowhere, really. At a guy from Arts and Design, but he doesn't really have space for another." "That's bollocks, mate. What are you gonna do?" "I don't know to be honest. I can't really find a room and hotels are too expensive for me. Yesterday, I was actually gonna ask you whether I could stay at your place for a couple of days, but then I remembered I've only known you for a couple of hours, so I let it go." "I wouldn't mind, mate. You were practically making it your own home already." With a mouth full of rice, Samuel responded: "No worries, man. I will find something else. I can still stay at my friend's place for the coming days". "Whatever. It's up to you, really. I've got enough space."
They continued eating while Samuel was weighing his options. "I can't ask you that. I'll figure something out as always, but thanks for offering." Dylan shrugged his shoulders. "C'mon, mate. No need to be polite. That place is probably rubbish compared to mine. I honestly don't mind. I'm away most of the time anyways." "I guess.. If you say so. It would really help me out. I could help you out with chores or groceries. I could pay you some rent as well." Dylan smirked. "No need for formalities, mate. An hour ago we were banging a girl together. Just make sure to change my sheets and don't bring any girl here when I'm around." Samuel smiled charismatically. "Thanks, man. It really helps me out. I'll make sure to find another room in no time." "No problem, mate. As long as you're more fun than my roommate. He's a proper wanker." "What's his name?" "Corey. Fuck, I forgot to shout dinner is ready. He was supposed to join. What a tosser." By now, they had finished eating already. He shouted for Corey whilst bringing the plates to the dishwasher.
Corey came out of his room. He looked at the half-empty pans. "Couldn't you wait for me?" "You could've smelled dinner was ready, mate, that ain't my fault." Corey walked further in the kitchen and then came to notice Samuel, who was still sitting in just Dylan's shorts. He stood up and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Samuel. I just found out I'll be staying for a few days, so I guess we will be roommates for some time." Corey looked up and down Samuel's model body, before shaking his hand. "Hey, I'm Corey."
Dylan lifted the two pans and carried them to the kitchen table. He served food and they started eating. "How come you did not have a place to sleep though?", he asked. "Eh.. Well.. My contract has ended two weeks ago and it's fucking difficult to get a room here." "Where are you staying at the moment?" "Nowhere, really. At a guy from Arts and Design, but he doesn't really have space for another." "That's bollocks, mate. What are you gonna do?" "I don't know to be honest. I can't really find a room and hotels are too expensive for me. Yesterday, I was actually gonna ask you whether I could stay at your place for a couple of days, but then I remembered I've only known you for a couple of hours, so I let it go." "I wouldn't mind, mate. You were practically making it your own home already." With a mouth full of rice, Samuel responded: "No worries, man. I will find something else. I can still stay at my friend's place for the coming days". "Whatever. It's up to you, really. I've got enough space."
They continued eating while Samuel was weighing his options. "I can't ask you that. I'll figure something out as always, but thanks for offering." Dylan shrugged his shoulders. "C'mon, mate. No need to be polite. That place is probably rubbish compared to mine. I honestly don't mind. I'm away most of the time anyways." "I guess.. If you say so. It would really help me out. I could help you out with chores or groceries. I could pay you some rent as well." Dylan smirked. "No need for formalities, mate. An hour ago we were banging a girl together. Just make sure to change my sheets and don't bring any girl here when I'm around." Samuel smiled charismatically. "Thanks, man. It really helps me out. I'll make sure to find another room in no time." "No problem, mate. As long as you're more fun than my roommate. He's a proper wanker." "What's his name?" "Corey. Fuck, I forgot to shout dinner is ready. He was supposed to join. What a tosser." By now, they had finished eating already. He shouted for Corey whilst bringing the plates to the dishwasher.
Corey came out of his room. He looked at the half-empty pans. "Couldn't you wait for me?" "You could've smelled dinner was ready, mate, that ain't my fault." Corey walked further in the kitchen and then came to notice Samuel, who was still sitting in just Dylan's shorts. He stood up and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Samuel. I just found out I'll be staying for a few days, so I guess we will be roommates for some time." Corey looked up and down Samuel's model body, before shaking his hand. "Hey, I'm Corey."
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From the bright spark in Leo's eyes, Dylan could immediately tell something had actually happened. When he got closer to the table where his friends were seated, he saw Leo was smiling from ear to ear. "Hey little boy! Where's the lucky lady? Thought she'd be joining us", Dylan shouted from a distance. A few fellow students in the canteen looked up, but Dylan continued: "What was the sex like? Did she like it?". Leo started turning red, but kept grinning. "Fuck off, Dylan. Everybody can hear you." Dylan sat down next to Leo and put an arm around his shoulder. He rubbed Leo's head with his knuckles. "So what. Our little boy has gotten laid. That's what matters the most, innit? Did you please her well?" Leo tried to escape his headlock. "Get off me. Then I will tell you." Dylan loosened his grip. "Great. Tell me about the beautiful Isabella. Did she have good tits?" Leo smiled boyishly. "I was just telling them. She was amazing." Michael interrupted: "Leo is in love. He stayed for two days in a row." "For real? How many times did you do it?" "I've lost count to be honest. I was pretty tired afterwards. We stayed in bed most of the day." "Could you even get it up after so many times?" "Naturally, mate. Isabella is fucking gorgeous. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her eyes are so beautiful. I could drown in them. I could fuck her all day. Although my lion was getting sore after a few times. She kept on riding me." Dylan laughed. "Mate, don't start complaining now. You got yourself a personal sex toy." Leo looked offended. "She's no sex toy. I really care about her. She's so sweet." Tom started laughing. "Sweet? Thought she dominated you in bed." "Yes.. But she did it proper. Like a sweet person." "You said she choked you." Leo was now completely red. "At one point, but.. You know what I mean, mate, she's fucking adorable." "You're in love." "No.. I just think she's amazing." Michael joined in as well: "Mate, sounds like you love her". "Fuck off. Dylan got laid as well, but you're not attacking him for it."
"It ain't as special for me as it is for you, mate. You've been shagging your future wife." "You had a threesome though. That gotta count as something." Tom and Michael both looked to Dylan. Apparently Samuel had told Leo about their shared adventure, something which he had preferred to keep to himself. "Threesome? You said you banged just one girl." "I did. There was just someone else present." Michael frowned. "What? Some girl was watching?" "Sort of, mate. It was some guy who she knew." Michael and Tom started laughing. "You fucked a guy? What's the matter with you? Did you turn into a poof?" Dylan grinned along. "Fuck no, mate. I didn't touch him. We were just both having a go one after the other. She had some good stamina though." "Why did she bring him along?" Michael's derogatory look started to irritate Dylan. "Don't know, mate. Ask her. I just followed my knob." Leo looked confused. Dylan tried to silence him through eye contact, but Leo did not seem to notice. "He said to me he needed a room. He's still staying at yours, innit?" Michael scoffed. "Mate. Now he's living with you? That's fucking hilarious." Michael turned to Leo. "How do you even know? Were you also watching?" "Hell no. You've met him as well. Samuel, a friend of mine. He was at Coalition that night." "Right. That Spanish guy? Why is he living at your place, Dylan? Are you a couple now?" "Fuck off. He's just a very chill guy who needed a place to stay for a couple of days. Thought I'd be proper and help a man out for once." "Right. Do you sleep together in the same bed? I bet he wakes you up with some fresh breakfast and rose petals." "Seems like you're the one who fantasises about him. Shall I give him your address, mate?" Michael smirked arrogantly. "No thanks, mate. He's all yours. I'll be your best man at the wedding next month."
"It ain't as special for me as it is for you, mate. You've been shagging your future wife." "You had a threesome though. That gotta count as something." Tom and Michael both looked to Dylan. Apparently Samuel had told Leo about their shared adventure, something which he had preferred to keep to himself. "Threesome? You said you banged just one girl." "I did. There was just someone else present." Michael frowned. "What? Some girl was watching?" "Sort of, mate. It was some guy who she knew." Michael and Tom started laughing. "You fucked a guy? What's the matter with you? Did you turn into a poof?" Dylan grinned along. "Fuck no, mate. I didn't touch him. We were just both having a go one after the other. She had some good stamina though." "Why did she bring him along?" Michael's derogatory look started to irritate Dylan. "Don't know, mate. Ask her. I just followed my knob." Leo looked confused. Dylan tried to silence him through eye contact, but Leo did not seem to notice. "He said to me he needed a room. He's still staying at yours, innit?" Michael scoffed. "Mate. Now he's living with you? That's fucking hilarious." Michael turned to Leo. "How do you even know? Were you also watching?" "Hell no. You've met him as well. Samuel, a friend of mine. He was at Coalition that night." "Right. That Spanish guy? Why is he living at your place, Dylan? Are you a couple now?" "Fuck off. He's just a very chill guy who needed a place to stay for a couple of days. Thought I'd be proper and help a man out for once." "Right. Do you sleep together in the same bed? I bet he wakes you up with some fresh breakfast and rose petals." "Seems like you're the one who fantasises about him. Shall I give him your address, mate?" Michael smirked arrogantly. "No thanks, mate. He's all yours. I'll be your best man at the wedding next month."
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Dylan stood up from the table, still frustrated by Michael's cockiness. "Leo, care to join me for a minute?" "Eh, sure." Together they went to the hallway next to the canteen, leaving behind Tom and Michael laughing. They walked a bit further until they were at one of the university's printers. "I've been keeping this for a proper moment. Seems like now is a perfect time," Dylan said as he reached into his pockets. He showed Leo the set of photos which he had obtained from the photo booth. "The fucking wanker always thinks so great of himself." As Dylan expected, Leo could not stop laughing after seeing them. "Look at his face! He's enjoying himself a bit too much, innit? Why is he making pictures of his dong? He must be very proud of it." Dylan put the set of pictures on the scanner and after two minutes larger copies of the pictures rolled out of the printer. He deliberately threw away the pictures where any genitals were visible to avoid being summoned by the Dean for sexual provocation.
Dylan went back to the canteen and waved happily to Michael, who looked confused. Dylan walked to one of the tables where friends of theirs were seated. He winked to Michael just before he started handing out the pictures on which Michael was posing. "Here you go, mates. Some entertainment to enlighten your day." Michael looked baffled at what was happening, at the laughs and comments addressed to him across the canteen. Dylan grinned and thoroughly enjoyed the situation. He pointed to the most humorous pictures to Michael's friends.
After Dylan had given copies to most of his friends, he went back to their table and put the pictures on display for Tom and Michael. Tom started crying out of laughter. Michael almost turned red, a sight Dylan had never seen before. "What the fuck is this. Did you just hand this out? What the fuck is wrong with you?", he whispered to Dylan. Michael was still grinning, but Dylan knew it was mainly because of the people surrounding them. He could not make an even worse appearance right now after his ego had been damaged severely by these photos. "I reckoned why not share the beautiful Michael with everyone. I've got some more photos in stock as well. Perhaps I'll use them next time," Dylan grinned as he walked away to get to his lecture.
Dylan went back to the canteen and waved happily to Michael, who looked confused. Dylan walked to one of the tables where friends of theirs were seated. He winked to Michael just before he started handing out the pictures on which Michael was posing. "Here you go, mates. Some entertainment to enlighten your day." Michael looked baffled at what was happening, at the laughs and comments addressed to him across the canteen. Dylan grinned and thoroughly enjoyed the situation. He pointed to the most humorous pictures to Michael's friends.
After Dylan had given copies to most of his friends, he went back to their table and put the pictures on display for Tom and Michael. Tom started crying out of laughter. Michael almost turned red, a sight Dylan had never seen before. "What the fuck is this. Did you just hand this out? What the fuck is wrong with you?", he whispered to Dylan. Michael was still grinning, but Dylan knew it was mainly because of the people surrounding them. He could not make an even worse appearance right now after his ego had been damaged severely by these photos. "I reckoned why not share the beautiful Michael with everyone. I've got some more photos in stock as well. Perhaps I'll use them next time," Dylan grinned as he walked away to get to his lecture.
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On his way home from the gym, Dylan dialed Sofia's number. After a few tones, Dylan heard her voice, which he did not expect. "Hey, Sofia here. Who's this?" She had evidently not saved Dylan's number in her phone. "Wicked. You actually picked up your phone. How's it going?" "Who's this?" Dylan felt frustrated she did not recognize him. "It's Dylan. How are you doing?" "Dylan? Right. Are you calling me to get another handjob?" Dylan grinned. Even though it was not even that funny, he could not stop smiling. Luckily, only his voice was transmitted through the phone. "I wouldn't mind, babe, you aced them." "Sounds to me like you're desparate." "I was kidding, babe. I was wondering what you were doing tonight. Would love to hang out." "I've got plans. I've got another date already." Dylan felt a little light in his stomach. Jealousy was never his friend. "Right. Who's it with?" "None of your business, sweety." "I bet he is less handsome than I am though." "You wish." Her voice did not seem as enthusiastic as he remembered. Dylan felt himself loosing control over the conversation, so he tried to get it back. "So, what about tomorrow night?" "Can't either." "Another date?" "No, I've got field hockey training quite late." "I could come afterwards?" "So you can stay over for the night?" Dylan grinned again. "Possibly. I'm certain you wouldn't mind some proper adventure. You still haven't tried mine yet." "No, thanks. I'm sure you can manage on your own." "I kinda need you for it though." "Why?" Normally, Dylan would have a witty response. Now, he felt uncomfortable being on the opposite side of the balance. Usually girls were into him right off the bet, so the only effort he had to do was during sex itself. "You're fucking gorgeous, babe. I'm sure we can have some proper fun together." "That sounds promising.. What d'you reckon we could do?" Dylan had not expected this response, but he started to smile. "I could give you a proper massage. I'm pretty good at them if I say so myself." "What else?" "I can't give away all my secrets right off the bet, babe, but I've got some more hidden talents for you to find out." "I'm intrigued." "Right? Just cancel your date tonight. We will have a much better time, trust me." "Or.. Shall I ask him to stay as well?" "Eh.. What d'you mean?" "I thought you might like that? I heard you liked to have threesomes. Didn't you have one last week?" Her words had struck him like thunder. Again, Dylan had fallen into her trap. She had played with him and had steered the conversation towards her own terrain. She had fully taken over control. Out of embarrassment, Dylan laughed. "What'd you mean, babe?" "You know exactly what I mean. Babe. Where they able to pleasure you well?" "That was nothing. They just needed a place to sleep. Nothing happened." "Sure. As if you can keep it in your pants." "I promise. They meant nothing to me." "I'm not convinced. Have a nice day." Click. She hung up.
Since a very long time, Dylan felt defeated. How the hell did she know about his night with Ashley and Samuel? He was certain they did not know her, or any of his friends knew her. Even more so, not only did she not want to see him, she also actively mentioned she was dating someone else.
Dylan put on his headphones and started to run, run as fast as his body could. The songs were blasting through his speakers and his surroundings flashed passed him in increasing speed. Dylan's energy levels kept rising even though he now ran at full speed. He was already almost home, but decided to do another round through the neighbourhood. After two more mindless rounds, his exhaustion finally overtook his frustration. He was out of breath, sweating from top to toe. He leaned against a lamppost, suppressing the feeling of vomiting. He felt his heart beating against his chest.
When he opened the door of the apartment, he saw Corey walking from the kitchen to his room. The last thing he wanted now was to talk with anyone. Corey looked up and smiled. "Hey, mate. You look dead. Where do you come from?" Dylan was still breathing heavily and did not care to respond. He looked furiously at his roommate and then walked further. Corey had to press himself against the wall to not stand in the way of Dylan. "Allright. Guess I see you later."
Dylan opened the door of his room to see Samuel laying on the couch, who looked up and smiled widely. "Man, you look exhausted. Did you have a good session?" Dylan threw his gym bag in the corner and took off his sweaty shirt. "Can you make some dinner?" Samuel seemed to understand the hint and left him alone. He started putting on his shoes while Dylan was undressing himself further.
Dylan did not think about anything in particular, only that he wanted to shower and clean himself. However, the face and voice of Sofia were clearly imprinted in his thoughts. He took of his boxers and went to the bathroom. He locked the door after getting a final glimpse of Samuel grabbing a shopping bag. He put the cold water on and went into the shower. The burning cold felt liberating. The only thing he felt was the freezing liquid on his skin.
After an unknown period of time had passed, Dylan came out of the bathroom and took a towel from the closet. He dried himself off and wrapped it around his waist. He felt a lot better already. Most of his high energy levels were gone and he was now more calmly angry at himself. He wondered how he fucked up so badly, but decided it was not worth the effort to think about. His frustrations were still very much present, but he was able to redirect them into more manageable thoughts.
He laid down on the couch and grabbed his phone. Mindlessly, he opened Tinder. He looked through his matches, but did not find anyone particularly pretty. He started swiping. As expected, most girls were way below his standards, but the addictive feeling of hoping to find someone proper weighed heavier. After a while, he was matched to a few girls who were decently good-looking. He started the conversations with a simple 'Hey' and continued to chat with those who happened to be online. It did not take long before he managed to get their phone number and the ritual continued. He flirted with them, more obvious than usual, and if the conversation went well, he would send a picture of him laying in his towel. He urged them to send something in return, which two girls did. One of them looked worse than her pictures pretended her to be. In a manner that was all but subtle, he broke off the conversation. The other was allright. She had sent a suggestive picture of herself still fully clothed, but with a promising cleavage. 'You look fit as hell, babe. You seem like a naughty girl. Why don't you come over tonight for some good dick.' 'Haha you're funny.. I'm not gonna promise to have sex on the first date, but we could meet up.' 'Let's do 22h.'
Since a very long time, Dylan felt defeated. How the hell did she know about his night with Ashley and Samuel? He was certain they did not know her, or any of his friends knew her. Even more so, not only did she not want to see him, she also actively mentioned she was dating someone else.
Dylan put on his headphones and started to run, run as fast as his body could. The songs were blasting through his speakers and his surroundings flashed passed him in increasing speed. Dylan's energy levels kept rising even though he now ran at full speed. He was already almost home, but decided to do another round through the neighbourhood. After two more mindless rounds, his exhaustion finally overtook his frustration. He was out of breath, sweating from top to toe. He leaned against a lamppost, suppressing the feeling of vomiting. He felt his heart beating against his chest.
When he opened the door of the apartment, he saw Corey walking from the kitchen to his room. The last thing he wanted now was to talk with anyone. Corey looked up and smiled. "Hey, mate. You look dead. Where do you come from?" Dylan was still breathing heavily and did not care to respond. He looked furiously at his roommate and then walked further. Corey had to press himself against the wall to not stand in the way of Dylan. "Allright. Guess I see you later."
Dylan opened the door of his room to see Samuel laying on the couch, who looked up and smiled widely. "Man, you look exhausted. Did you have a good session?" Dylan threw his gym bag in the corner and took off his sweaty shirt. "Can you make some dinner?" Samuel seemed to understand the hint and left him alone. He started putting on his shoes while Dylan was undressing himself further.
Dylan did not think about anything in particular, only that he wanted to shower and clean himself. However, the face and voice of Sofia were clearly imprinted in his thoughts. He took of his boxers and went to the bathroom. He locked the door after getting a final glimpse of Samuel grabbing a shopping bag. He put the cold water on and went into the shower. The burning cold felt liberating. The only thing he felt was the freezing liquid on his skin.
After an unknown period of time had passed, Dylan came out of the bathroom and took a towel from the closet. He dried himself off and wrapped it around his waist. He felt a lot better already. Most of his high energy levels were gone and he was now more calmly angry at himself. He wondered how he fucked up so badly, but decided it was not worth the effort to think about. His frustrations were still very much present, but he was able to redirect them into more manageable thoughts.
He laid down on the couch and grabbed his phone. Mindlessly, he opened Tinder. He looked through his matches, but did not find anyone particularly pretty. He started swiping. As expected, most girls were way below his standards, but the addictive feeling of hoping to find someone proper weighed heavier. After a while, he was matched to a few girls who were decently good-looking. He started the conversations with a simple 'Hey' and continued to chat with those who happened to be online. It did not take long before he managed to get their phone number and the ritual continued. He flirted with them, more obvious than usual, and if the conversation went well, he would send a picture of him laying in his towel. He urged them to send something in return, which two girls did. One of them looked worse than her pictures pretended her to be. In a manner that was all but subtle, he broke off the conversation. The other was allright. She had sent a suggestive picture of herself still fully clothed, but with a promising cleavage. 'You look fit as hell, babe. You seem like a naughty girl. Why don't you come over tonight for some good dick.' 'Haha you're funny.. I'm not gonna promise to have sex on the first date, but we could meet up.' 'Let's do 22h.'
I feel kinda bad for Dylan.. But then again, he is making it quite difficult for others to get close to him
