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liquidtearsTitle: What If?
Rating: NC17
Fandom: none
Character: Original Male Character.
Summary: What would you do if...?
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You're at a crossroads.
You've finally obtained the phonenumber of the one you have always wanted.
You know he is happy with his girlfriend.
You also know, well, no, scratch that, you think or are convinced he's not into frolicking around with another guy.
You know you've always had a 'Wish You All The Best So I'm Not Going To Interfere In Their Relationship' kind of code of honor, but you're older now.
No longer in high school anymore.
So that Code?
Means shit now.
But there's always the What If.
In dreams you always choose the the right thing.
Well, no, not really.
You choose one of the two situations and because you are dreaming it has a positive outcome.
Unless you get a hard on for having nightmares and get a kick out of humiliation, like a Valentine's Day Letter that you wrote to a girl Before Having Seen The Light, hoping that she would be happy with the thought of getting such a card, and then at the school dance being surrounded by her friends going for a round of "Did you send that card?"
Putting on a brave face by confirming that it was you only asking if they will keep it a secret from her, and then they all flock to the leader in charge, or in that case, the girl in question and spilling the beans, then getting confronted by said girl you love with all your heart, only to want to be caught in a black hole and disappearing forever.
You have your phone in your hand, the screen showing said guy's phone number on that chat program.
Not knowing what to type.
Hoping he won't take offense to having obtained his phone number not by asking by via different means.
You discover that you cannot do it so you exit the chat program and put your phone back on the nightstand.
Your hands behind your head as you stare up at the ceiling, wondering what could be.
And then, in a split second after that thought, one of your hands unzipping your fly to bring your hard cock out.
:Hey:
:Wow, dude, I was just thinking about you. How are you? Great game today huh?:
:Yeah, wait. You were... thinking about me?:
A smiley emoji.
:I know I shouldn't... but I just can't stop thinking about you. Even my girlfriend says I talk way too much about you.:
An evil grin on my face.
:Careful now, don't go screwing up a perfect... two-and-a-half year relationship just because you cannot keep your dick in your pants, buddy.:
:Wow. Are you in charge now? I wish I could just take it out and cup my hard cock in my hand while I text you with my other hand...:
That makes you close your eyes and start to stroke your already hard cock.
:Tell me more, buddy.:
:Wait, are you seriously rubbing one out right now? Can I see?:
You are jelly in his hands.
Your fingertip taps the call icon of that chat app and without sensing that he accepted the call just as fast, the hand that holds your phone is already showing your hard cock.
"Mmmm, love it. Stroke it for me, buddy... You know I love that."
I can't help but react to that.
"You do?"
"Yeah, what do you think I do in the changing rooms?"
Oh.
Your hand slowly strokes it.
"Faster."
So I comply.
So not realizing this is a what if scenario, my self that was just jacking off because I am horny as hell picks up the command as if it has really been ordered by my best friend who I want to feel the same way that I am feeling for him, does speed up his strokes.
:Mmmm, I love you. I want to see you do this right in front of me and not on some stupid chat app on my phone.:
That is the moment I break down and cum hard on my visible chest, no piece of clothing barring my naked body.
That's when everything goes to hell.
I scream and shout and cry because I want this to become a reality so much, but I just am too chicken to actually send him a message, already knowing this is just going to end badly for me should I act upon this sexual gay thought.
The End.
Rating: NC17
Fandom: none
Character: Original Male Character.
Summary: What would you do if...?
~~
You're at a crossroads.
You've finally obtained the phonenumber of the one you have always wanted.
You know he is happy with his girlfriend.
You also know, well, no, scratch that, you think or are convinced he's not into frolicking around with another guy.
You know you've always had a 'Wish You All The Best So I'm Not Going To Interfere In Their Relationship' kind of code of honor, but you're older now.
No longer in high school anymore.
So that Code?
Means shit now.
But there's always the What If.
In dreams you always choose the the right thing.
Well, no, not really.
You choose one of the two situations and because you are dreaming it has a positive outcome.
Unless you get a hard on for having nightmares and get a kick out of humiliation, like a Valentine's Day Letter that you wrote to a girl Before Having Seen The Light, hoping that she would be happy with the thought of getting such a card, and then at the school dance being surrounded by her friends going for a round of "Did you send that card?"
Putting on a brave face by confirming that it was you only asking if they will keep it a secret from her, and then they all flock to the leader in charge, or in that case, the girl in question and spilling the beans, then getting confronted by said girl you love with all your heart, only to want to be caught in a black hole and disappearing forever.
You have your phone in your hand, the screen showing said guy's phone number on that chat program.
Not knowing what to type.
Hoping he won't take offense to having obtained his phone number not by asking by via different means.
You discover that you cannot do it so you exit the chat program and put your phone back on the nightstand.
Your hands behind your head as you stare up at the ceiling, wondering what could be.
And then, in a split second after that thought, one of your hands unzipping your fly to bring your hard cock out.
:Hey:
:Wow, dude, I was just thinking about you. How are you? Great game today huh?:
:Yeah, wait. You were... thinking about me?:
A smiley emoji.
:I know I shouldn't... but I just can't stop thinking about you. Even my girlfriend says I talk way too much about you.:
An evil grin on my face.
:Careful now, don't go screwing up a perfect... two-and-a-half year relationship just because you cannot keep your dick in your pants, buddy.:
:Wow. Are you in charge now? I wish I could just take it out and cup my hard cock in my hand while I text you with my other hand...:
That makes you close your eyes and start to stroke your already hard cock.
:Tell me more, buddy.:
:Wait, are you seriously rubbing one out right now? Can I see?:
You are jelly in his hands.
Your fingertip taps the call icon of that chat app and without sensing that he accepted the call just as fast, the hand that holds your phone is already showing your hard cock.
"Mmmm, love it. Stroke it for me, buddy... You know I love that."
I can't help but react to that.
"You do?"
"Yeah, what do you think I do in the changing rooms?"
Oh.
Your hand slowly strokes it.
"Faster."
So I comply.
So not realizing this is a what if scenario, my self that was just jacking off because I am horny as hell picks up the command as if it has really been ordered by my best friend who I want to feel the same way that I am feeling for him, does speed up his strokes.
:Mmmm, I love you. I want to see you do this right in front of me and not on some stupid chat app on my phone.:
That is the moment I break down and cum hard on my visible chest, no piece of clothing barring my naked body.
That's when everything goes to hell.
I scream and shout and cry because I want this to become a reality so much, but I just am too chicken to actually send him a message, already knowing this is just going to end badly for me should I act upon this sexual gay thought.
The End.