Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 2

get back to the team house around two-thirty in the morning. Most of us crawl straight into bed.
    Heath decides he wants to celebrate and go out clubbing. He slides on this super-tight pair of black skinny jeans over a pair of sexy, short briefs and then replaces his shirt with a leather vest and nothing else.
    Sweet Jesus, that outfit screams "I want to get laid!"
    Oooh! Oooh! Pick me! I'll do it!
    Down, boy.
    After Heath leaves, I take some swelling and pain relievers and then get naked and lie down with my ankle propped up, but in no way am I even close to sleep. I'm thinking about my ankle, and Heath, and his outfit, and his body… My mind just won't shut off.
    He's not the only one with carnal urges tonight.
    At times like this I'm glad I own a decent toy collection because I can always find just the right indulgence. Tonight it's bright red, curls at the tip to hit my prostate, massages my balls, and vibrates at multiple speeds. It's perfect for me to tease myself. I want to lose my mind in inescapable ecstasy, but toying with myself will have to do for now.
    I need my mind to shut off.
    I've been semi-hard since I saw Heath putting on those ass-wrangling jeans. My mind wanders into a fantasy about getting him out of them. I mentally recreate him in our room, strip-teasing a slow reveal of his delicious ass. In short order, the only thing he has on is the leather vest, open so he can tweak his nipples. And he moves sinuously like a stripper, cock ready to oblige my desires.
    It doesn't take me long to stroke myself hard with those naughty images floating before my eyes.
    God, there are so many reasons I shouldn't think about Heath this way: he's my teammate, he's my roommate, he doesn't even like me… though, come to think of it, none of those things ever stopped me from fantasizing about Drew. But then again, I have always known Drew and I will never happen. I never perceived a downside with him.
    But this? This could happen. Maybe. If Heath actually is bi like the rumor says. Like all those peeps at me naked seem to indicate.
    Or it could go so very wrong…
    The thought makes this whole situation all the more forbidden. I've tried not to think about him while rubbing one out, even though I know he's often the cause. But now I'm so hard for him there's no point in attempting to talk myself out of it. I don't want to exorcise this fantasy… I want to live it.
    I insert the lubed toy and a couple of pushes seat it all the way inside. It's not a thick toy, but it hits the right spots.
    I imagine Heath filling me as I use the finger hook to push and pull, dragging it across my prostate, playing with different ways I can make my body shudder. It feels good, but at the same time I know I'm just playing with myself, so I can't truly let go. I want to lose myself in someone else's touches instead of being forced to manipulate my own body.
    In his touches.
    I slick my cock with lube and work it as slow as I can until subconsciously I speed up and tighten the fist. When I'm dying to bring myself off, I stop and fist the sheets instead of my dick, biting my lip until I've calmed down enough to play with my ass or run my fingers along my cock again.
    Over and over I bring myself to the edge of orgasm and clench to keep from it.
    Eventually I turn on the lowest vibration setting with the remote. The new stimulation feels incredible until I put too much pressure on my right ankle and wince in pain. Once I readjust so my good foot supports nearly all of my weight, the pain subsides and the pleasuring vibrations course through my body until I turn the toy off.
    I stimulate myself repeatedly to the limit of my control and whimper quietly at a couple of close calls. My labored breaths sound loud in the silence of the house.
    I'm languidly stroking my cock again with one hand while the other works the toy inside me when the door to the room opens and light from the hallway spills in, illuminating me in what I imagine is a very wanton pose.
    I'd be lying if I said I didn't want Heath to find me like this. I've been waiting for him.
    "Come in. Or get out. Close the door. Either way," I pant.
    The silhouette of Heath in the doorway doesn't move a muscle. His hand still rests on the doorknob, one foot in the room, one out.
    "I'm going. To finish." Stay and watch.
    I have to take my hand off my cock and grab the sheets again because I'm too close and so turned on with Heath there watching me. I shut my eyes tight and focus on