Evan’s Fantasy
By Sarah Hadley Brook
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Copyright 2018 Sarah Hadley Brook
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Evan’s Fantasy
By Sarah Hadley Brook
I groaned out loud when I pulled into the drive and saw the shiny new black Ram pickup. Nick’s vehicle. Shit. Nick was my roommate’s best friend and, putting it simply, he was a walking wet dream. He featured heavily in my nightly jerk-off fantasies. Standing at 6’2”, with thick and wavy dark mahogany hair, twinkling green eyes framed by dark, thick lashes, and full pink lips I liked to imagine wrapped around my cock, I was pretty sure he starred in a lot of people’s fantasies.
Nick always had a shadow of a beard—dark stubble I ached to feel against my own clean-shaven cheeks. In addition to all that beauty, he was muscular, too. Like a football player. I knew he was hairy because I had been lucky enough to see him at the pool several times. He dripped masculinity.
So what’s the problem, you ask? The same problem I always ran into. He was straight. Straighter than an arrow. Straighter than the crow flies. Isn’t that a saying or something? He was so straight, it was almost stereotypical. He played football in college. He dated the hottest blonde cheerleader with huge tits all four years at the university. When he graduated, he joined the military. The Navy. A sailor. I once saw a picture of him in his dress uniform and blood rushed down to my cock so fast, I almost fainted.
He got out of the Navy when he turned twenty-eight and moved back to town for good, so I’d had quite a few opportunities to ogle him from afar as he and my roommate, Jack, got reacquainted.
I didn’t even meet Nick until he moved back here, but over the years Jack had regaled me with stories from their college days. By the time I finally met him, I’d already developed a little crush on the legendary Nick. Meeting him in person only solidified that crush.
Of course, over time, my crush grew into something more real. More emotional. I’d fallen pretty damn hard and, even though I knew I had no chance with him, I hung around him as often as possible.
Because that’s what I did—I always fall for the impossible ones. The straight ones. The guys who don’t even know I exist. I swear I have some kind of death wish.
Damn! And now my dick was rock hard. All it took was the mere thought of Nick and my body reacted. But I was irritated, too. Jack had said he and Nick were going out all evening, and I had been looking forward to some private time. Some porn. A little beer. Maybe get out one of my toys. I hadn’t had great luck meeting a guy lately.
Who was I kidding? Lately? Hell, it’d been more than five months since I’d been with a man.
I wasn’t even sure why I was having so much trouble finding someone. To be perfectly honest, I’d kind of given up looking at this point, because nobody compared to Nick. Until I could get over my feelings for him, I really just needed to find a fuck buddy. Someone who could rock my world when I needed it, but no strings attached. Since I was too hung up on Nick to really give a relationship a try, it wouldn’t be fair to any other guy.
So no strings was what I was looking for. Unfortunately, no takers lately. I’m not a sex god like Nick, but I’m not awful looking. I try to keep fit. I guess some people would call me a twink, but I don’t really like that term. I stand at just under 5’8” and have light blond hair that feathers over my forehead, pale blue eyes, and what some would probably call delicate features. I am definitely not a big guy.
I like wearing trendy clothes and looking good, though. Who doesn’t, right? Tonight I wore a pair of dark, slim fit jeans with a tight teal V-neck. A pair of new sneakers completed the outfit. Yes, I was a skater in my high school and college days, and now that I was twenty-four, I still liked the same style of clothes. The board had long been relegated to the garage, though.
I stared at Nick’s car and sighed deeply, resigned to not having the house alone tonight as I’d planned. Grabbing the six-pack I’d just purchased at the liquor store around the corner, I climbed out, slammed the door a little harder than necessary, and headed inside.
The lights were off, so I flipped on the living room lamp and glanced around. Hmm. No sign of anyone here. Maybe I was wrong. Hope began to bloom as I strode down the hall and saw Jack’s bedroom door was closed.
I knocked.
Nothing.
“Jack?” I called out tentatively.
No answer.
I grinned. It looked like Nick had just parked his car here and he and Jack had left together. My plans were back on!
I stopped in the kitchen and pulled a can from the six-pack before sliding the rest into the fridge. Then I headed to my bedroom, grabbed my lube and dildo from my nightstand drawer, and a towel from my bathroom, before heading out to make myself comfortable on the sofa. I set everything on the cushion next to me. I wanted to watch some porn and I didn’t have a television in my room.
I flipped the television on and scanned the porn offerings until I found one that interested me. I wasn’t happy with the price, but it was a three hour show, so I gave in and ordered it. It was actually a conglomeration of six half-hour shows, so I settled in to watch the first one.
I took a sip of my cold beer and waited for the opening scene.
Cheesy disco music began and the show started normally enough—two hot guys talking at the pool. One of them looked a little like Nick and that really got me going. I admit…I’ve got it bad for him. I took another swig of my beer and set it on the end table, then decided my jeans needed to go. In seconds they were tossed to the ground and I sat in my bright orange boxer briefs. The jersey knit felt soft and sexy against my skin.
I watched as the two men on the screen started kissing and wondered what it would be like to feel Nick’s lips on mine—to feel his stubble against my skin.
The living room began to feel hot, so my shirt was next to go.
The guys on the screen were engaged in a hot, demanding kiss as their hands roamed over each other, and I groaned as I palmed my hard cock through my boxers. It had been way too long since I’d been with a man. I needed the release. I moaned as I slid my hand under my waistband and pulled down the boxers, hooking them under my full balls.
My cock was rock hard now and leaking, and I wished for the millionth time that Nick was the one touching me. Kissing me. Fucking me. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and leaned my head back against the sofa, closing my eyes.
I flicked my thumb over the head and wiped at the pearly liquid beading ou
t, letting it lubricate my hand. My cock was throbbing for release and my mind went back to Nick. I ached for him to bend me over and fuck me hard again and again.
“Nick,” I whispered. “Oh, yeah, Nick…fuck me, Nick…” I moaned out, letting my imagination take over. “Fuck my ass, Nick. Make me yours,” I begged, so lost in my fantasy I wasn’t aware of anything around me other than the sounds of the two guys on the screen moaning and grunting and my own hand stroking my hard dick.
“Is that what you want, Evan?”
My eyes flew open and I froze when I saw Nick standing just a couple of feet away, wearing nothing but plaid boxers and a white T-shirt. I was completely busted and I was mortified. Heat flooded my face.
“I-I-I…oh, shit, dude…I’m s-sorry,” I stammered out as I yanked my hand from my cock and pulled my boxers back up. “I…fuck! I thought…I had the place to myself,” I tried to explain, panic rising in my chest. “I thought you were with Jack,” I added weakly, glancing around for my roommate as I clicked the power button on the remote.
Not seeing Jack, I turned back to Nick and waited for a reaction. Was he going to hit me? I mean, he knew I was gay—I didn’t hide it. But he had caught me whispering his name…begging him to fuck me. That might not go over well with a straight guy.
His eyes flashed with something. Anger? Hatred?
I swallowed hard as he moved to close the gap between us. When he was directly in front of me, he bent down until his face was only inches from mine and whispered, “I asked you if that’s what you wanted, Evan? Are you going to answer me?”
Fuck. With his face this close, I could feel his hot breath on my skin. His musky scent was overwhelmingly sexy and I breathed him in as I looked into his eyes. Wait—did I see lust? Desire? Or was it just part of my imagination? I glanced at his boxers and saw the bulge. My gaze flicked back up to him in surprise. He licked his lips and stared down at me, waiting for my answer.
My heart pounded in my ears. It was now or never. “Yes,” I admitted softly. “I do want…I want you to…”
Those sexy pink lips of his curved into a smile. “To?” he urged.
I could feel my face heating up. Fuck it! I was already caught, I might as well dive in and be honest. “Fine, you want to know? You really want to know?” My voice grew louder as desire warred with anxiety.
“That would be nice,” he answered, his voice husky. He sat down and slid his body next to me on the sofa, one leg bent and pressed into the back cushion. With his other leg still hanging over the sofa, he faced me, legs spread so I could see his hard dick pressing against his boxers.
I moaned. “Yes. It’s true. I was…fantasizing about…you… doing things to me,” I admitted, my humiliation complete.
He leaned closer and nipped my shoulder with his teeth. “And what do I do to you in your fantasies?”
My breath hitched in my chest. Was this really happening?
“Tell me,” he whispered and leaned away, his hand sliding down my arm and onto my leg.
Baffled, I shook my head. “I-I thought you were straight? Aren’t you?” Was I being set up? Was this some sort of prank he and Jack were pulling?
A grin spread across his face. “No,” he answered as he slid his hand a little higher on my thigh.
My heart was racing. “Are you bi?”
His eyes crinkled as his grin widened. “No.”
My stomach was doing flip-flops as I realized what he was telling me. I looked at him, daring to hope I was right. “Are you…?”
His eyes held mine for a moment and I saw it all clearly. The lust. The desire. I hadn’t been imagining it at all.
“Yes. I’m gay. Only attracted to men. Always have been.” He paused. “I hid it for years, but not anymore. I can’t live a lie anymore, Evan.”
The way he said my name made me tremble. Stunned, I stared at him. “Does Jack know?”
Nick nodded and licked his lips as he leaned in. “Why do you think he let me stay here tonight while he was out?” A smile tugged at his plump lips as my eyes widened. “He knows how bad I have it for you. How bad I want you. Jack gave me his key.”
I was shocked. How could I have known? “Y-you w-want me?” I stammered.
“Yes, you,” he confirmed, his eyes twinkling. “I’ve been crazy about you since the first day I met you.” He squeezed my leg. “Now tell me what you fantasize about,” he ordered quietly. “So we can see if our fantasies match up.”
Oh God, that turned me on. I loved an alpha male. A man who knew how to take charge. Could I really tell him, though? I cleared my throat, stalling.
He could tell what I was doing. He pulled his hand from my leg and stood up.
“Where are you going?” I asked, my heart frozen in my throat.
Nick looked down at me. His gaze fell to my crotch as he tucked his fingers under the hem of his shirt. He yanked it over his head and tossed it to the ground.
I gasped. Oh God, all that thick curly hair. I wanted to bury my face in his chest and breathe him in. When he turned to leave the room, I jumped up and grabbed his hand. “Don’t go,” I pleaded.
He turned back to me with a smile. “I’m just grabbing a beer while you decide if you can be honest and tell me what you really want.”
Fuck! He was so hot. I couldn’t even think straight.
“Okay,” I relented. “I’ll tell you…when you get back from the kitchen.” God I was pathetic. Too scared to admit my desires.
He chuckled and let go of my hand as he headed into the kitchen. “You want another beer?”
“Sure.” I chugged the rest of my current beer, then sat on the sofa and tried to figure out how to look sexy. Maybe if I pouted my lips? I pushed them out and tried to look pouty while I leaned back, hoping I looked alluring.
Yeah, that didn’t work. Nick laughed when he walked back into the living room.
“You look like you sucked a lemon!”
Okay. Fail. I bit my bottom lip to keep from blurting out I sure knew something else I wanted to suck. I didn’t have the nerve. Nick opened my beer and handed it to me. I took a swig as he sat down, right next to me.
His body was so hairy and I wanted to run my fingers over every inch. My dick pressed hard against my boxers, begging to be touched.
“Now,” he whispered, his mouth near my shoulder, “I believe you were going to tell me something.”
This was so embarrassing. But then his lips were on my shoulder and I felt myself melting. God, I wanted him. I gave in and told him the truth.
“In my fantasies, I’m alone and then you arrive. Well, sometimes it’s here, sometimes it’s somewhere else…Shit this is embarrassing.”
Nick’s mouth slowly moved up my shoulder to my neck and he licked softly. “Mmm. Keep going,” he ordered.
I tried to concentrate on what I was saying, but his mouth was killing me. “Umm, you always tell me to strip…and then when I’m naked…oh, God, that feels good!”
Nick was nibbling his way up my jaw as his hand slid across my chest and flicked my nipple, now a hard little pebble. The ache shot right to my dick and I moaned.
“So you’re completely naked in the fantasy?”
“Yes,” I breathed as his hand tugged at the waist of my boxers.
“Then take these off.” He pulled back to look into my eyes. “I’ve been dying to see you naked for too long.”
I bit back a smile and jumped up, eager to please him. I slid my hands under the waistband and slowly eased them down, letting him see my hard cock spring up and hit my stomach.
“Mmm, nice,” he murmured, his voice deep, as he gazed at my cock. I was glad I had trimmed this morning. I don’t shave everywhere, but I like to keep things neat.
I stepped out of the boxers and kicked them to the side. Emboldened by the look in his eyes, I wrapped my hand around my shaft and slowly stroked. Nick licked his lips and gently cupped my balls, sending pleasure zinging through me.
“You like that? When I touch you?”
“Fuck yes,” I admitted.
“You’re gorgeous.” He looked up at me. “I mean it. I’ve been dying to touch you for so long.”
I blushed as I let him stare all he wanted. “But why didn’t you tell me?”
“Believe it or not, I was scared.”
My eyes widened. “You? Of what?”
Nick smiled. “Of you. It was only because of how much I…couldn’t stop thinking about you and wanted to be near you that I finally told Jack the truth about me.” He reached out and placed his hands on my hips. “Know what he said?”
I shook my head.
“That he could tell by the way I looked at you. Like I wanted to devour you.” He chuckled low. “Which I do.”
I was blown away by this new information. “But why were you scared of me?” Like I would ever turn you down.
Nick pulled me closer, until he could wrap his arms around my waist, and pressed his cheek against my stomach. I ran my fingers through his silky hair. It was softer than I’d imagined.
“Because the feelings I’ve developed for you forced me to reevaluate who I am. Who I want to be.”
“Who do you want to be?” I asked quietly, still stroking his hair.
He leaned his head back and pinned me with his stare. “I want to be a man worthy of being with you. And I knew you wouldn’t date someone in the closet.”
“Worthy of me?” My breath whooshed out and my heart pounded in my ears. Was this really happening?
Nick smiled and softly kissed my stomach. “Haven’t you noticed how often I try to come over? How many times I sat next to you when we watched movies? I did anything to be near you. But I wasn’t out and was afraid of what it meant. I couldn’t tell you how I felt until I was honest with myself, my family, and my friends. And now I can.” He kissed me again and then rose from the couch, cupping my face with his hands. “I can finally do this,” he whispered, just before his lips brushed mine.
Bliss rippled through me as I moaned and leaned into him. Our chests rubbed together, his hair crinkling against my skin. His lips crushed mine and our soft kiss turned urgent. Demanding. I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach. I moved against him, seeking more contact.
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