I pick up the toy—the stress reliever. It’s thick and heavy in my hand. Smooth black material that glistens in the low light. Glistens, just like the models in that painting. Glistens just like a fresh load of hot, sticky—
My phone vibrates against my leg. I drop the toy back in the drawer like it’s on fire. The caller ID shows it’s Edward.
“Hey,” I answer, trying to steady my breath.
“Hey, Lance,” he says. There’s music in the background and the sound of people talking and laughing. “I’m just touching base. Have you had a chance to go over and check on Mouse yet?”
“Yeah, um, I’m actually over at your place now.”
“Good. Any signs of the little guy?”
“I found him under your bed. He gave me a sniff, but that’s it.”
Edward chuckles, low and deep in his chest. “That means he likes you.”
“It does?”
“He didn’t run away?”
“No.”
“Consider it a compliment,” Edward assures me.
“Oh. Uh, thanks.”
“Well, listen, I really appreciate you helping me out when I was in a bind. I’m sorry for being rude to you earlier. None of this was your fault.”
“Hey, no problem. It’s easy money. How’s the beach?”
I listen to him sigh happily. “Just what I needed. There’s a band playing on the pier. I’m having drinks with my friends. Couldn’t ask for a better day.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
“I won’t keep you,” Edward says. “Just wanted to check in. Let me know if anything pops up.”
I look down at the relentless tent I’ve pitched in my shorts. “Sure, I’ll do that.”
The call ends. I lie down, making myself comfortable. I can smell him on the pillow just as if he were in the bed with me.
My cock twitches, painfully hard and desperate for relief. I look over the edge of the drawer. Curiosity overwhelms me.
A stress reliever is just what I need right now.
My heart feels like it’s in my throat as I reach for the toy. Picking it up, I feel its weight in my hand, wrap my fingers around its girth.
Devious, dirty thoughts stir in my head.
Nobody will ever know.
It can be my little secret...
I hold Edward’s dirty jockstrap in my hand, raise the balled up treasure to my nose once again. This time, I smell it with purpose, taking a deep, heavy whiff.
Damn, he smells incredible...
I pull back the sheets, get comfortable in his bed. As I tug off my shorts, a zing of nervous energy races up my spine.
This is so bad.