Cape Cock Block

Leith threw his bag onto the lower bunk bed and took a deep breath of ocean air. Ah, Cape Cod. Surf, turf, sun, and fun. A perfect vacation. But the best thing about his family’s annual sojourn to the beach was that his brother’s friend Shaun always came with them. Everyone said sea air stimulated the appetite, but Leith knew which of his appetites would be stimulated most this week.

He hadn’t packed much, because all he needed was flip flops and a pair of swim trunks, but he’d definitely brought a brand new, extra-large bottle of high quality lube. He made a nightly habit of rubbing out one or two even when he didn’t have the image of Shaun emerging from the waves like a fucking sea god burned onto his retinas, but for the next seven days, he’d be ducking into his room for a quick one at regular intervals.

He was out of his teens now—beyond the age where he was supposed to be controlled by his libido—but fuck. He couldn’t help that he was a horny dude. And with Shaun around to visually feast on, being a horny dude was a pleasure. Leith and his hand were going to have a good week.

Speaking of the big blond stud who only got better looking every year, time to go find him. Leith had driven up separately because he’d had a last minute appointment back in New Jersey, but everyone else should be here by now. Out on the deck drinking probably. Kieran drank like Leith jerked off.

He made a quick change into what would be his uniform for the rest of the week—one pair board shorts, one pair flip flops, his chest bare aside from the all-black tattoos that filled in for the muscle he’d never have. He’d managed to catch a little sun already this summer, so the skin under the ink wasn’t blindingly white, and the highlights he’d had put into his messy flop of hair gave him a convincing surfer boy look. Leith posed for himself in the mirror over the dresser as if displaying himself for an imaginary Shaun who was a lot more impressed than the real one would be.

His room was tiny this year, even smaller than usual, barely big enough for bunk beds and this dresser. He always got the smallest room, but that was because he was the only one lucky enough to get one to himself. His mother and stepmother shared a room—which presumably they enjoyed. His older sister and younger sister shared another—which they didn’t enjoy at all. And Kieran would have Shaun in his, thus granting Leith the privacy he would need for all that jerking off he’d be doing. Ah, sweet, sweet orgasms.

He took a moment to unpack the pump bottle of lube and place it conspicuously on the dresser as a reminder to himself of how excellent this week was going to be, then he meandered through the house, following the sound of voices. The house was decorated in a typical beach theme because apparently everyone in Cape Cod shopped at the same outlet, but with seven days of sun in the forecast, he had no need to spend time inside other than for his own very private reasons.

“Find your room okay?” his mother asked when he emerged onto a good-sized deck.

“Figured it was the small one.” He went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, then gave Fran a hug. His sisters he ignored, since they were ignoring him. The older one had her feet up on the railing doing her nails, and the younger one was in the only spot of shade so that she could use her phone. His brother was sprawled out in a lounger dressed exactly like Leith except with a drink in his hand, as predicted, and next to him was… not Shaun. Definitely not Shaun. What the fuck?

“Hi,” Leith offered as he eyed the woman in a bikini top and boy-short bottoms. She held a plastic tumbler that matched Kieran’s and had a New York Jets baseball cap pulled low over her eyes.

“That’s my little brother,” Kieran told her. “My girlfriend, Donatella.”

Donatella? Wasn’t that the name of a turtle?

“Um, hi,” he said again. He hadn’t even known Kieran was dating anyone, but it wasn’t like they talked. Kieran only had one purpose in Leith’s life, and he was currently failing at it. “Where’s Shaun?”

“He’ll be here.”

“Cool.” All right then, fine. Donatella was welcome. What did he care? She looked pretty laid back, despite the high maintenance name. He fetched himself a Coke from the cooler. One more year and he could start drinking the good stuff, maybe mix Shaun’s drinks for him, go out with him and Kieran when they went to P-Town on Friday night and dance close enough to be splattered by his sweat, store up some more memories for the old spank bank.

Leith was in the process of cataloguing his top ten best Shaun moments, getting everything nice and organized in his mind to make room for new stuff, when the man himself came through the sliding door, dressed in jeans that cupped his bulge and a t-shirt that hugged his pecs with his hair a little longer than the last time Leith had seen it and that fucking dimple flashing in his chin. He was as handsome as Captain American and as nice too.

Leith’s cock immediately went boing so that he had to shift around to hide it. And the man hadn’t even taken off his shirt yet. Leith sighed. It was going to be such a good week.

“Hey,” Shaun said with a general wave. “Where should I throw my stuff?”

“You’re in with Leith this year,” Kieran said, his hand all possessive on Donatella’s thigh.

“Nice.” Shaun flashed Leith a full-wattage smile. “We’re going to be bunkies, dude.”

Oh. Oh no.

~~~~~

Looked like he was going to be taking a lot of showers this week. Leith palmed his cock, which hadn’t even waited until he’d gotten his shorts off to jump to attention. It knew why they were in here. A full afternoon of Shaun, that was why. Specifically, Shaun in his new swim trunks, which were solid black and disturbingly short.

A guy as blond as Shaun couldn’t possibly be that tan naturally. It wasn’t fair. There had to be something in the Geneva Convention forbidding muscular blond hunks from parading their tan bodies around in short black swim trunks when Leith didn’t even have a fucking room to jerk off in. It was torture. Criminal torture.

And now he was supposed to go sleep in a room the size of a shoe box, knowing Shaun was over him, exactly where Leith wished he’d be, except not in a whole separate bed? Fuck no, that wasn’t happening. Not without some relief.

Stupid water wasn’t getting hot and there his dick was—hanging out hard and ready for a nice soapy, pre-bed wank. Leith ran a hand up his shaft. “Soon,” he promised it as he stuck the other hand under the spray to test it again.

“Leith?”

He pulled his hand off his cock at the sound of his mother’s voice coming through the door. “Yeah?” Trying to jerk off in here, Mom.

“Don’t use up all the hot water. There are eight of us.”

“I’m not even getting hot water.” The water was still ice cold.

She made an exasperated sound. “For what we’d pay, you’d think they’d have the place in working order. I’m going to send the landlord a note. Stop running the water.”

“I need to shower.”

“You spent the afternoon lounging around. You don’t need a shower.” Did she know what he’d been about to get up to? It sort of sounded like she did. Mothers. Sheesh. “Kieran’s setting up Trivial Pursuit,” she added, refusing to go away and leave him alone with his hard dick and cold water. “Come out and join us.”

“Fine.” The water clearly wasn’t going to get warm, and standing in front of a toilet to do the deed was completely non-inspirational. A body like Shaun’s deserved a better tribute than that. Leith shut the water off and put his shorts back on, tucking his cock into the mesh lining in such a way to keep it relatively under control. If his mother noticed the club in his pants, it would be her own fault for not letting him do what needed to be done.

He went out into the great room with its visionary (not) aqua-green color scheme accented by fake driftwood and oh-so-original bits of sea glass to find everyone gathered around the giant square coffee table in the center. Kieran and Donatella were in a pair of low-slung chairs, and his sisters and stepmother were crowded together on the couch while his mother mixed drinks in the kitchen.

“Hey, Leith.” Shaun raised a lazy hand from his position on the floor. He was stretched out on his back, long and nearly naked. He’d changed into a pair of shorts—a wild floral print that went halfway down his powerful thighs—but his chest was bare, and his perfect calves with their coat of blond fur that Leith wanted to rub against until he started a fire were hanging right out there. “You’re going to be on my team, okay?”

“We usually just do boys against girls,” Leith said as he took a spot on the floor next to Shaun’s pudgy pink toes which were somehow also sexy.

“And we always get thrashed,” Shaun said. “And that’s not even counting Donatella being a history major. So we’re going to do couples.” Shaun levered himself up into a cross legged position and wrapped an arm around Leith’s shoulders to haul him in. “We’re a couple.” He leaned right into Leith’s face, his mouth close enough to kiss.

It was going to be a long night.

~~~~~

“You sure you don’t want to switch beds?” Leith figured he’d have an easier time squeaking one out in a totally surreptitious way if he were in the upper bunk.

“Nah, I’m good on top.”

Yeah. In Leith’s dreams, Shaun was definitely good on top.

He sat down on his bunk to watch Shaun change into pajama pants like that was a totally normal dude thing to do. Shaun knew Leith was gay because Leith had come out for the first time at sixteen and kept coming out as needed, but Shaun had never said anything about it one way or the other. Just sort of took it as fact, which was probably Leith’s favorite reaction of all the ones he got. But most straight guys didn’t whip off their pants in front of him, no matter how cool they might be. And yet, there Shaun was—dropping his drawers, taking a nice stretch in his full nakedness, having a leisurely scratch at his balls. Like he was taunting Leith, practically asking him to take inventory. So hell. He did.

Nice cock. Of course. He hadn’t expected otherwise. It was soft now but maybe not full soft, more like that loose warm-weather state where hardness could arise at any moment. His pubic hair was blond and fluffy, but not out of control. A perfect little puff that surrounded his apparatus like that paper hay stuff they packed fragile things in, like it was there to protect and display.

Shaun lazily pulled up his pajama pants, thus putting an end to the show. Leith intended to sleep in his board shorts. First of all, he hadn’t packed pajamas, expecting to be sleeping alone. And by sleeping he meant jerking off. Second, there was no way he could safely undress in front of Shaun. His cock had been hard all night, courtesy of way too many friendly attaboy hugs every time he got a question right. Leith had never played so brilliantly.

“Dude,” Shaun said, his voice full of amusement. “What the fuck is this?”

Oh, God. The lube. He’d forgotten about setting it out on the dresser, but there it was—next to the arrangement of shells spilled across an artfully draped martimey scarf.

“You brought an industrial sized bottle? You expecting to get lucky this week?”

“That’s not mine,” Leith blurted out.

“Really?” Shaun squirted a dollop onto his fingers and rubbed it between them appraisingly. “This is good stuff. Seems like a nice amenity.”

Great. Now Leith had to walk around with the image of Shaun slicking up his fingers in his head. As if he hadn’t already imagined how those fingers would work him open, getting him nice and loose for his fat cock. Leith had always imagined Shaun with a fat cock because fuck it, this was his fantasy. He got to imagine any dick he wanted. But now he’d seen the damn thing.

“Wonder what the owners think we’re going to get up to on a bunk bed,” Shaun joked.

Leith tried to laugh like yeah, silly owners, but his mind immediately turned to the task of figuring out what they could get up to on a bunk bed. There wasn’t enough head clearance for a proper fuck in the bottom bunk, and if Shaun gave it to Leith hard in the top bunk, they might shake the whole thing down. But the end panel had carved newel posts. If Leith bent over and held onto those, Shaun could fuck him for all he was worth. Which was probably a lot.

Leith nodded, easily able to picture himself clinging to the back of the bunk bed while Shaun railed him from behind.

“Figured it out, huh?”

“What?”

“Just, you had this look on your face like you were trying to figure out… you know. With the bunk beds.” Shaun was getting a little red around the ears. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, drawing Leith’s gaze in that direction. Was he imagining things or was there some chub going on behind SpongeBob’s cock-shaped schnoz?

“Anyway,” Shaun said. “We should get to sleep. Gonna do some body surfing tomorrow, right, dude? Can’t wait.”

“Yeah, can’t wait,” Leith agreed, but he wasn’t thinking about body surfing, at least not how Shaun meant it. What he couldn’t wait for was for Shaun to fall asleep. With the lube way over there on the dresser, he’d have to crank one out dry, but that was okay. Lube was for long sessions, and this wasn’t going to take but a minute.

He watched Shaun flip the switch by the door, then listened to the bed frame squeak and groan as Shaun hauled his bulk into the top bunk. Much as he wanted Shaun on top of him, he hoped it wouldn’t be as a result of the bed collapsing like in that scene from Stepbrothers. Funny when it happened to Will Farrell. Not so much if it happened to him.

“Goodnight,” Shaun called down.

“Goodnight,” he called back.

There was a lot of rustling, as if Shaun were having trouble getting comfortable, then an awkward silence, like they were both awake but trying to pretend they weren’t, and then finally Leith heard the longer, deeper exhalations that suggested his bunkmate had fallen asleep.

He eased one hand under the covers, groping for his dick which was hard even though he hadn’t touched it yet because a) he’d seen Shaun naked, b) he was sharing a room with Shaun, and c) he hadn’t fucking jerked one out the whole fucking day, not even his usual morning shower wank because he’d been rushing and had thought he’d have all the time in the world tonight.

The light trace of his hand over the fabric of his shorts had him shivering. This was going to be good, but he needed to be very, very quiet about it. He rolled onto his side, turning his head into the pillow to stifle the moan that tried to escape when he teased his hand under the waistband. His fingers scraping over the head of his cock almost had him screaming. He was so hard and ready, and it felt so fucking good.

He eased his hand lower, sliding it  all the way down to tickle at his balls. His arm brushed against the sheet as he moved, making a sound like wind through trees. He froze, listening for Shaun’s breath and finding it deep and even, thank the Flying Spaghetti Monster in the sky. He took a long inhale, gritted his teeth to prevent any sound from leaking out, and squeezed.

“Are you having trouble sleeping too?”

“Aaah!”

Shaun’s face appeared over the side of the bunk, hovering upside down like a full moon in Leith’s dark slice of sky. “Dude, you okay?”

“You fucking scared me!” His hand was still cupped around his cock which hadn’t had the sense to soften, but there was a sheet over him. And it was dark. No way Shaun knew what he’d been doing.

“Sorry. I thought you were awake. I heard you moving.”

An inch. He’d moved an inch. Well, six inches to be exact. “I’m trying to sleep,” he said between clenched teeth. Just to fuck with himself, he gave his cock another squeeze. The pleasure had his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Sorry.” There was a lot of swishing and crackling as Shaun rolled over, flipping the blankets around him as he moved. “I think I’m just excited, you know.”

Leith knew. Oh man, did he know.

~~~~~

This time he waited until everyone else had already had a shower so no one could cry about him using the hot water. Supposedly someone had come by and fixed it while they were down at the beach, but he didn’t even care. Yesterday he’d been too good to jerk off in cold water, but not today. Nuh uh. Not after sharing a room with the lightest sleeper on earth followed by a day of watching him parade around in that joke of a swimsuit. Not after two full days without any relief at all. Even ice wouldn’t be able to cut through the Erection of Doom. This sucker needed to be choked to death.

As it turned out, the water was fine. There was no worry he’d be scalded, but it was fine. The soap was a basic bar of Dial. Not fancy, but all the lube he needed. He didn’t bother soaping up anything other than his cock. He knew which part of him needed a good scrubbing, and it wasn’t his armpits. It was that thing—the hungriest, hardest erection in Cape Cod.

Suds ran pleasantly along his shaft as he took himself in hand, little bubbles of pleasure soaking straight through his skin. He let out a solid moan, confident the rush of water would cover it. He intended to enjoy this, maybe even go for a second helping—gird himself for the battle of another night sleeping below the only guy in the world who could make SpongeBob pajama pants sexy.

His fingers toyed with the head of his cock. He cupped his balls with the other hand, playing himself from both ends like the pro he was. Even the sight of the hideous pink ceramic toilet topped by a pinker vase of artificially pink roses through the glass of the shower door couldn’t distract him from his mission. Choke the chicken. Choke it good. So good.

The chicken jerked in his hand. It was a live one, ready to spit out its venom with the vengeance of a dying snake. Or chicken. Chicken snake. Whatever. His breath burst out in desperate pants as pleasure crept up and down his spine. His balls tingled in warning. It was coming. He was coming.

“Hey.”

Leith swung around to face the man who’d just walked in. The light haze of fog coating the glass of the shower door totally failed to block the fact that Shaun was now staring at him with his dick in his hand.

“Oh, sorry.” Shaun stepped inside and closed the bathroom door behind him.

“Sorry?” Leith hadn’t let go of his cock yet. He couldn’t. “If you’re sorry, why are you still standing there?”

“Right.” Shaun turned his back, but he didn’t leave. “I just wanted to take a piss. Didn’t figure you’d mind. You know. Just us guys. I didn’t realize you were, uh…. You jerk off in the shower, huh?”

“Where else am I supposed to jerk off?” No seriously. Where? He needed to know.

Shaun laughed like it was all a fucking joke. “I hear you. We’re all on top of each other, huh? Only one bathroom too. Which is why… sorry.”

Even though Leith was only looking at Shaun’s back, he couldn’t mistake the motions Shaun was making. He was taking his dick out and yep, there came the sound of piss hitting water. He was pissing. Right here. Right now.

Leith groaned in frustration. He pried his hand off his cock, which bobbed angrily in front of him. Hang in there, he told it. Peeing was quick.

“Anyway,” Shaun said as he stuffed his dick back in his shorts and moved to the sink. “You about done? We’re going to walk down and get ice cream.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay, well, we’re all waiting, so you know.” Shaun shook the water off his hands. He turned in a full circle, looking for a towel to dry them on, then settled on the one hanging from the rail on the shower door, leaving the two of them facing each other, nothing between them except a light coating of fog and a pink hand towel. “You should do something about that,” he said, pointing to Leith’s erection. “But don’t take long.”

“Leith!” His mother called from the other side of the door. “Shaun? Are you in there with Leith? Tell him—”

“He told me!” Leith yelled back.

“Goodness,” he heard her say to someone as she moved away from the door. “You’d think he was still a teenager. So moody.

Of course he was moody. He needed to bust a nut and no one would fucking let him. It was inhumane. It was torture. It was… he really needed to look up the terms of the Geneva Convention. Even prisoners got more privacy than this.

~~~~~

“Leith, sweetie, are you coming down with something?”

“No.” He jerked his forehead away from his mother’s probing hand. He wasn’t coming down with anything. He just needed to come.

Another night of torture, another day of torture. Never a moment of privacy, always someone banging at the bathroom door. He hadn’t let it fly in over seventy-two hours now. His balls were like angry walnuts. Could walnuts be angry? Well, his were. His cock plumped up at the slightest breeze, assuming it wasn’t up already because everywhere he looked, there was Shaun.

Shaun in short shorts. Shaun in a towel. Shaun wet. Shaun shirtless. Shaun licking ice cream off his fingers. Shaun with a drop of drawn butter rolling down his chest. Shaun running out of the ocean like he was on fucking Baywatch, flecks of sand clinging to his calves. Shaun offering a sip of his beer and then putting his mouth right back on the spot Leith had sipped from. Shaun in Leith’s fucking dreams. He’d never imagined not wanting to see Shaun, but he was one vision of handsome hunkiness away from an absolute mental breakdown.

“Well, something’s wrong with you,” his mother said. They were hanging out having a cocktail—well, everyone except Leith was having a cocktail—on the back deck, watching the sun make its slow way down to the horizon. “You usually have such a good time at the Cape.”

Because he usually had his own room with plenty of time and lube to put all those visions of handsome hunkiness to use. Cape Cod. Ugh. Cape Cock Block, more like.

“Can’t be in a bad mood tonight,” Kieran said. “It’s Tuesday, and you know what that means.”

“Spanky’s,” Leith said flatly. They always went to Spanky’s on Tuesday to pig out on fried shrimp and calamari and down heaps of steamers. It was one of the highlights of the week, but Lieth had zero appetite for anything except a good orgasm, and the only spanky he was interested in right now was some hanky spanky on his own monkey.

“Ten bucks says I swallow more steamers than you do,” Shaun said. Swallows. God. Was he trying to rile Leith up?

“Whatever.” Leith was lying on a beach towel on his stomach, the better to hide what was going on in his pants. He could feel his erection stretched out along the hard boards of the deck planking. He was seriously close to humping the deck right there in front of his mother.

“Whatever?” Shaun repeated. He reached over from his deck chair to tousle Leith’s hair.

“Quit.” Leith smacked his hand away. He seriously couldn’t be touched right now.

“Okay, now I know something’s wrong,” his mother said. “You’re never mad at Shaun. You love Shaun.”

Ugh. Could they really all be so oblivious about the precise way in which he loved Shaun?

“It’s all right,” Shaun said. “I shouldn’t touch him without his permission.”

“Then don’t,” he snapped. The look on Shaun’s face had him rolling away to hide from it. He didn’t want to be an ass, but seriously. He groaned, half out of frustration with himself and half because now he could see his dick being fucking obvious in his shorts. Could he nip into the bathroom and knock one out? Thirty seconds. Thirty seconds would do it.

He snatched up the towel and wrapped it around his waist, then staggered to his feet.

“Grab me a beer while you’re in there,” Kieran said.

“Grab yourself a fucking beer.”

“Leith!” his mother said. “I don’t care if you’re not feeling well. It’s not an excuse to behave like this.”

“Fine, sorry. I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll take drink orders when I get back.”

“Well, if you want the bathroom, you’ll have to wait. Fran’s in there now.”

Argh! Argh, argh, argh.

Hold up. His bedroom. Shaun was out here on the deck, which meant his bedroom was empty.

He slipped into the relative coolness of the house and made his way past the closed bathroom door to his bedroom. The giant bottle of lube gleamed temptingly on the dresser. His friend, his solace. He kicked the door shut behind himself and crossed to it, one hand already down his shorts. Ah, relief. Not enough relief, but a start. It would all be over soon. A squirt of lube, a few quick strokes. He wasn’t even going to bother to take his shorts off.

Hand on the dispenser. One pump, two, pumps. Hand on his cock. One pump, two pumps. And—

The door opened behind him.

“Fuck!” He yanked his hand out of his shorts and swung on Shaun with the fury of a hundred denied orgasms blazing in his eyes. Back home, he jerked off every day. Every. Fucking. Day.

“It’s cooling off a little,” Shaun said, as if he hadn’t noticed the way Leith’s cock stuck straight out in a really obvious tent. “I think I’ll change into jeans for Spanky’s. They got that ocean breeze.”

Leith just stood there looking at him. He didn’t have words.

“Bathroom’s open now if you need it,” Shaun said as he dropped his shorts. He had on briefs beneath them, classic white ones that Leith wanted to tear off with his teeth.

Leith went over to his bunk and flopped down on his back, his cock like a mountain ridge bisecting his body. “I don’t need it anymore.” If he went into the bathroom, someone would only start banging on the door.

“Just a fart?” Shaun asked with a laugh. “Hey, is it your stomach that’s bothering you?”

“Yeah, sure. My stomach.” Like, dude, you can see what’s bothering me. It’s right fucking there.

But wait, this could be the answer. “Maybe I’d better not go to Spanky’s.”

“No, really? It’s your favorite.”

“Yeah, but…” He rubbed his hand over his stomach, even though he wanted to rub it a little lower. “You all go on without me.”

Yes. They’d be gone an hour and a half easy. Plenty of time to rub one out. To rub two out. Three. He’d go through the whole bottle of lube. Whatever it took.

Shaun came over and sat on the side of his bed, ducking his head to keep it from banging against the upper bunk. He put a hand on Leith’s forehead like his mother had tried to do earlier.

“You don’t feel hot.”

Try a little lower, Leith wanted to tell him.

“But you’ve definitely been off.” Shaun lifted his hand and put it down on the bed next to Leith’s hip, dangerously close. “You’re usually super fun to hang out with. Kieran having Donatella here and all, I thought we’d be spending more time together.”

Aw, that was sad. He hadn’t meant to make Shaun feel rejected. He patted Shaun’s shoulder, grabbing a quick grope while he was at it. “I’ll get some extra sleep tonight, and I’ll be fine in the morning. We’ll do stuff tomorrow.”

Shaun’s expression lightened. “Yeah, okay. Feel better.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Leith’s forehead that had him groaning with exasperated longing. “I’ll tell your mom you’re not coming.”

Leith watched him walk out the door, then immediately cupped his hand over his cock. “Soon, my precious,” he whispered to it. “Very soon.”

It had never taken so long for seven people to get their asses out the door. Leith petted himself occasionally, biding his time with dwindling patience until he nearly got up off his supposed sick bed to go out and scream at them to get a fucking move on already. But finally they were gone. He popped off his bed to watch them walk down the street together, their heads growing smaller until he couldn’t even pick out Shaun’s tall, blond one anymore.

He stripped off his bathing suit and whipped it around his head like a cowboy twirling a lasso. Or like a stripper in a cowboy costume twirling a jockstrap. With a final enthusiastic spin, he sent it flying into the corner of the room. His cock bounced merrily as he continued his stripper routine, dancing around the room shaking his ass. His balls jiggled beneath the swinging club of his dick, aching with the sweet promise of relief.

“Freedom!” he shouted to empty room. “Privacy!” He would never again take the ability to jerk off for granted. It was a privilege, a blessing. And it was his, all his. The moment had arrived.

His hand was sticky from the lube he’d previously applied without being able to use it, so he danced himself out to the bathroom and washed it clean. He gave his whole undercarriage a sponge bath while he was in there, treating himself like a date he wanted to impress, then shimmied back to his bedroom, which he intended to deface from one corner to the other. His debauchery might carry out into the living—onto the deck, anywhere—but he’d start here, at the end of the bunk bed where he’d imagined Shaun fucking him from behind.

He carried the lube dispenser over to the bed and dispensed a few pumps, then positioned himself with one hand on the rail and his ass sticking fetchingly out behind him, pointed right at the open doorway because he had the whole fucking house to himself. His cock screamed for attention, but he forced himself to slow down. He had ninety minutes. He was doing this right. First, a little ass play as an appetizer.

He floated a hand behind himself, pretending it was Shaun’s bigger, meatier paw probing at his hole. Shaun would tell him how tight his hole was, how good he looked bending over for him. Shaun would open him gently but firmly, working in first one finger, then two, teasing all around his rim as Leith pushed back to take him, greedy for more.

Leith closed his eyes, letting pretend-Shaun take control. Just a little more and it would be time to start touching his cock. Shaun would tell him to. “Touch yourself,” he’d say, and Leith would and it would be good, so good, as he worked his cock while Shaun worked his ass and he was going to come so hard, he could already feel it. Leith inhaled deeply, then let the air back out with a groan. The sound of heavy breathing filled his ears as he groped around for the lube, and—

And that wasn’t his breathing.

No. Fuck, no.

Slowly, as if prolonging the reveal would change what it revealed, he turned to look over his shoulder. Shaun stood in the open doorway, gaping at Leith’s shiny hole which he still had two fingers buried in.

Leith looked at Shaun. Shaun looked at him. Neither of them moved. Neither of them could.

“Um,” they said at the same time.

“I came back to ask if you wanted us to bring you anything.”

Leith pulled his fingers free with a wet pop. “What I wanted,” he said, swinging around to face Shaun, “was some time alone.”

“I see that.” Shaun swallowed. “I thought you weren’t feeling well.”

“What I’m feeling,” he explained through his teeth, “is pent up.”

“You have been kind of testy,” Shaun snickered. “Testy. Get it?”

“Oh, I get it.” He advanced on Shaun to poke a lube-slick, ass-coated finger right in the middle of his broad chest. “Do you know why I’ve been testy?”

Shaun shook his head.

“Because of you. Because you’re here—in my room, in my dreams, in my face. Your fucking gorgeous body and your fucking nice personality”—because why did he have to be so fucking nice on top of everything else?—“A man has needs.”

“I get that.”

“Do you? Because if you did, I don’t think you’d be butting in every time I tried to toss off a quick one.”

“You said butt,” Shaun said with another snicker.

“Will you please be serious?” Leith had a righteous fury going. He was ready to beat Shaun over the head with his terminally hard cock.

“Sorry, it’s funny. I’ve been worried about you and you’re just a horny little twink. You can’t go three days with jerking it?”

No, actually. He couldn’t. “I have a high libido.”

“That’s cute.”

“Cute!?”

“Yeah, cute. Horny little boy needs his medicine so he can behave himself.” Shaun stepped forward, crowding Leith back until Leith found himself pressed up against the end of the bunk bed. What was going on here? “You should’ve spoken up sooner. Before you got yourself into this state.”

“So you’ll, um, give me some privacy then?” Leith squeaked out.

“If that’s what you need. But I’ve got something else that might help even more.” Shaun’s hand fiddled with the button on his jeans. “Want some cock, little boy? Hm? Need some big daddy cock to put you right?”

Leith opened his eyes. Then he opened his mouth. Then he shut them both and nodded. He didn’t know what was happening here, but he wasn’t stupid enough to interrupt it.

“I’m gonna take good care of you.” Shaun pulled off his t-shirt, then shucked his jeans. Beneath them were those white briefs Leith had been drooling over earlier, now distended by a thick bulge that angled from Shaun’s groin over to his right thigh in a long, hard ridge. But instead of dropping the briefs, Shaun reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out his phone.

“Noooooo,” Leith groaned. “Don’t stop.”

“Shh. Behave yourself. I’m just letting the crew know not to come looking for us. You don’t want to be interrupted, do you?”

Leith definitely did not. He wouldn’t survive another interruption.

“Someone should’ve been planning better this whole trip,” Shaun said as his thumbs flew over the keyboard. “You need help managing your libido.” He shook his head as he dropped the phone on top of his jeans. “Don’t worry. I’m here now.” He thumbed at Leith’s lower lip, then gave his lax mouth a soft kiss.

“This how you want it?” He gestured at the rungs Leith had been hanging onto. Leith nodded eagerly. “Then get in position. You know what to do.” Shaun smacked his ass when he stuck it out, but then his hand became soft, stroking over the globes of Leith’s ass, and his voice softened as well. “You have a hot ass, Leith. Any time it needs a good fucking, you just speak up.”

“It always needs a good fucking.”

“Okay, well, now I know, so you’re going to be fine. No more being snotty to your mother, right?” Shaun gave him another tap, a little harder than the first one.

“Promise.” If Shaun would fuck him, he’d promise anything.

“Good boy. Okay, here we go. Nice and easy.” Shaun slid his fingers down the already lubed-up cleft of Leith’s ass, picking up enough slick to enter him without resistance. Leith bucked nevertheless. It felt so good, such a relief. He was in strong hands now, competent hands. Hands that would give him what he needed. He let all the tension he’d been holding onto go with a long moan.

“There we go,” Shaun said. “It’s all good, baby. We’re almost there.”

“Please.” It’d been three fucking days. As happy as he was to relinquish control, he was kind of in a hurry.

“Mm. Love to hear you begging for it. You’ve been taking care of yourself all these years when you should’ve been letting me do it for you. Naughty boy.” Shaun pulled his fingers out to deliver another light rap.

Leith whimpered because fuck. It wasn’t fair. Obviously he hadn’t realized this was an option. He thrust his ass back, seeking out those missing fingers, and met the blunt head of Shaun’s cock instead. God yes. This was happening. It was happening, right? No one was about to burst through the door, were they?

“Shh,” Shaun soothed as his pressed his way slowly but firmly inside. “I told you, I got this. You just let go.”

“The door’s still open.” That’d been an amateur mistake on his part.

“Anyone sticks their nose in here, I’ll put it straight back out for them. You take all the time you need, sweetheart.” Shaun bottomed out, his cock huge and commanding in Leith’s ass. Leith whimpered. He wanted Shaun to fuck him forever, but this was going to be fast.

“However many you got in you,” Shaun said, as if reading his mind. “I’m here for you.” He started moving with strong, confident movements.

Leith waited for the order to touch himself, but it didn’t come. Instead, Shaun reached around him to take Leith’s cock in his own hand. The touch was electric, zapping pleasure straight to his brain, short-circuiting his body entirely as his orgasm consumed him in a white blaze of pleasure through which he couldn’t feel anything except Shaun’s cock moving smoothly and firmly through him.

“Shaun,” he gasped as his grasp on reality started to slip. Dimly, he was aware of his cock shooting come in a fountain that dripped back down over Shaun’s hand. Shaun shifted his grip to cup Leith’s balls, a warm comfort as Leith twisted on Shaun’s cock. He wasn’t ready to let go of it yet.

“There you go,” Shaun said, pulling him up to hold him against his chest. “Better now?”

Leith shook his head. Not enough. Not nearly. He’d been so backed up that his cock was already jerking to full hardness without really having softened. Shaun chuckled. He gave Leith’s ear a nip then pushed him down until he was bent forward at the waist grasping the rungs again.

“I figured,” Shaun said. “You’ve been such a little shit lately. Need to have it fucked out of you, don’t you?”

Oh God, yes. Please. He tightened his grip, ready for it, and Shaun delivered, pushing him down with one hand while he used the other to pull Leith’s hips back to meet his thrusts. Leith tossed his head and arched his back. His first orgasm had given him back enough clarity of mind to appreciate his position. That was Shaun back there fucking him, absolutely railing him, as if he wanted it as much as Leith did.

“Ride it out,” Shaun said when Leith tried to fumble a hand onto his cock. “No hurry. I’m not going anywhere.”

Leith put his hand back on the bed post and closed his eyes, giving himself over to it. They could do this all day. All night. Shaun had him, and it was good. So good. So smooth, so strong. As if Shaun had fucked him a hundred times before and knew exactly how to do it. The head of Shaun’s cock stabbed at his prostate with every stroke, ringing his bell over and over. He howled, letting it all go without even a hint of self-consciousness.

He came for the second time with a scream of pure release. The first orgasm had been like clearing a blockage. This one spewed out everything that’d been behind the blockage—days’ worth of longing and lust and need blasting free in a glorious explosion.

Shaun pulled him upright again. “Enough for now, little buddy?”

“Don’t… can’t… maybe.”

Shaun laughed. “Okay. That’s okay. You don’t need to decide right now.” He shuffled the two of them over to the bed and managed to get them onto it in a spooning position without pulling his cock out of Leith’s ass. He rocked Leith lazily on his cock, easy soft strokes that brushed his prostate with the lightest of tingles. Leith whimpered, still half in a daze, his cock jerking weakly as it softened while Shaun stayed hard inside him.

“Don’t you want to come?” he managed.

“Maybe later. You might need this again.”

“I need it always.”

“Yeah? Is this normal for you—having your libido cranked up to eleven?”

“I mean, being around you definitely makes it worse, but I usually jack off a couple times a day.”

“Because it’s not really satisfying, is it?” Shaun’s lips brushed against Leith’s neck, making him shiver. “You need cock, little boy.”

Leith laughed. Understatement. “You going to give it to me?”

“I think I’d better. You can’t let just anyone fuck you like that, Leith. We didn’t even use a condom.”

“It’s you though.” Truth was, he hadn’t given it a second thought. Shaun was right—he’d been so caught up in his hunger he hadn’t been paying attention.

“So you’re going to save this ass for me now,” Shaun said with a light stroke of his hand over it. “And I’m going to take care of it. This too.” He fondled Leith’s cock which had decided it could get hard again, after all.

“See?” Shaun said as it rose to fill his fist. “That’s why I was keeping myself hard for you. I knew you had another one in you.”

He started moving again, slowly at first, then faster as Leith twisted and begged and gasped and reveled in the extra joy that came from remembering that Shaun had said they could do this again. Forever and ever. Shaun was going to take care of him the way he’d so badly needed to be taken care of.

They climaxed together this time. Leith only spurted a little after his two previous orgasms, but Shaun filled him with the reminder that no, they hadn’t used a condom. Even after he’d come, Shaun didn’t withdraw. He rocked against Leith’s ass, sloshing through the come leaking from him and nuzzling against the top of his head.

“I think I’m good now,” Leith managed to mutter. “Until tomorrow,” he added, because he didn’t want Shaun to forget his promise about taking care of him from now on.

“All right then.” Shaun dropped a kiss on top of his head then pulled out and bounced up off the bed. “Up and at ’em, little boy. We got littlenecks to eat.”

“Aw, do we have to?” He liked naked time with Shaun, though now that his dick was finally soft, he could appreciate that he did have other appetites.

“Yes, we have to. And you’re going to apologize to everyone for what a brat you’ve been, too.” Shaun hauled him up off the bed. “I’ll take care of you, but don’t think I’m going to take it easy on you. No excuses. You hear?”

“I hear.”

“Then let’s go have fun. You can come any day, but we only get to the Cape once a year.”

Fine. As long as he definitely got to come every day. He was never going three days without an orgasm again. Ever.

The End

Note: this story is vaguely Sheith fanfic. I say vaguely because I don’t know anything about the original Voltran, and the only thing I know about the Sheith ship is what I see on Twitter, but the premise came from this tweet so credit to Ritz for a great idea.


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