Jasper leaned towards him; his breath becoming staccato, his heart fluttered and he closed his eyes. He'd waited three years for this short, intense moment… bleep bleep bleep bleep. Jasper awoke with a jump, the alarm beside him blaring away; he sat up, rubbed his eyes and turned the alarm off.
Monday, he hated Mondays, especially when they were cold. He shoved the comforter off him and got out of bed, wandering over to the window to open the curtains. He cursed as he hit his toe on the corner of the dresser and proceeded to hop about the room.
The door was flung open and Alice peered round. "Are you alright?" she asked in a concerned voice.
"Fine, I just stubbed my toe on my dresser." he replied.
"Is that all?" Alice asked, grinning. "I thought you'd seriously hurt yourself, Jas. God, you're such a drama queen sometimes!" She giggled as she looked at Jasper. "Umm Jas, you might want to do something about that though…" she said, pointing to his crotch.
Jasper peered down, and quickly saw what she was talking about. He grabbed the comforter and tried to cover himself, hiding the erection straining against his underwear. Alice wandered out of the room, leaving Jasper alone, pondering. How had he missed that? It always happened after the dream, that same recurring dream which tantalised his senses in his sleep.
With the comforter tossed on to the bed, Jasper poked his head out into the corridor to see if Alice was lingering. He ran along to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He opened up the shower door and turned on the shower. He closed the door, and sat down on the edge of the toilet, his erection still demanding some attention.
Jasper sighed, he needed a boyfriend.
There was only so much masturbation a guy could take before getting bored. He wanted someone to love and who could take care of his needs. The shower had steamed up by now, so he got up and removed his boxers, his erection bouncing up and greeting him. He jumped into the shower and leaned against the cold tiles, letting the hot water flow down his back. Jasper stood there for several seconds, letting his mind wander, his hand unconsciously working its way down toward his cock. He opened his eyes when his hand reached its destination.
Deciding he couldn't wait any longer, he ran one of his fingers lightly down his shaft, sending tingling sensations through his body. When he repeated this several times, his cock started to throb. He couldn't take it anymore; he grabbed his cock and began to stroke, making sure to slow down when he moved over the glans. He moaned throatily as his body responded to the sensations; he wasn't going to last long at this rate, but he didn't really care. He continued, but now started fondling his balls too, heightening his pleasure. Before he knew it, he was screaming in pleasure as he brought himself to and over the point of orgasm, his cock pulsating as he painted the tiles in front of him with a sticky mess.
There was a sudden knock on the door, followed by Alice's inquisitive voice asking, "Jas what are you doing in there?"
Jasper quickly snapped out of his cum high, and replied in an unconvincing tone. "I'm showering. I bent over and accidently head-butted the wall. That's all. I 'm fine, really."
Alice replied with a disapproving, "Hmmm" she didn't believe him, but she let it drop; Jasper was stubborn, having been his friend and flatmate for so long, she knew when to give in and that arguing wouldn't get her any closer to the truth, "Alright then, I'm leaving now. See you later," she replied as she headed downstairs to the front door. Jasper waited until he heard the slam of the front door before resuming his shower, he took the showerhead down and washed the semen off the tiles, watching the gloopy puddles go down the drain as he did so.
The shower was starting to cool, so Jasper hurried as he washed his body and hair properly. He turned the shower off and climbed out, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his lower body. He glanced at himself in the mirror, grimacing as he did so; he hated the way he looked, but Alice kept telling him not to be so stupid.
Unlocking the door, he wandered back to his still-dark bedroom, with its still-closed curtains. Jasper opened up his drawers and grabbed a clean pair of boxers and shoved them on, throwing his towel onto the chair by his desk.
He again went over to open the curtains, this time ensuring not to stub his toe. As he opened them he was met by a grey, foggy and rainy day.
This is why I hate Mondays, he thought to himself.
