19 and 21
Nick checked the time on his phone. He was face down on his bed, the sheets were all messy as he had kicked and pulled them hastily over himself. The nineteen year old boy had been crying. The girl he had been crushing on for years had finally agreed to date him, but when he had gone over to her house that day to invite her to his best friend's birthday, he had seen Mike's car parked out the front.
Mike was the asshole who seemed to turn up uninvited at everyone's events. Everyone seemed to admire him though, only Nick thought he was an asshole.
A distraught Nick had sought refuge at his best friend's house. Luke was two years older and today was his twenty first birthday.
"Hey, man… Nick. She was a slut, alright? You'll meet another girl".
There was one thing that Nick could always identify with Luke. It was that his ability to comfort others was the worst. Luke was the most carefree person the dark haired boy knew, of course he found it a struggle to sympathise.
Luke was a lady's man, Nick had seen evidence of this throughout his life. The one story that always came to mind when Nick thought about Luke was when the young man had got his licence.
"We can go crusin' for babes now", Luke had said to Nick. Instead Nick had found himself stuck at home every weekend, having been stood up by his "bro". The one time Nick finally got to go "cruising" with Luke, and he was greeted to a bunch of used condoms on the passenger seat floor.
Nick had expected to spend Luke's birthday drinking at his dad's shed. At least that's what Luke had told him. "Yeah man, just a bunch of us guys are gonna be hangin' in the shed. Come drink with us". As Nick had arrived, he suddenly found himself walking back home after Luke's little pep-talk with him.
"Actually, we decided to head into Atlanta for the night clubs… sorry Nick, but I'm twenty one and I need to experience this shit. Talk later okay, man".
As far as Nick was aware, he had already "experienced shit" loads of times. It's just that this would be the first time he didn't have to be paranoid about someone checking ID.
Nick walked himself back to his house. Moving the rock on his front porch that hid the key. He unlocked the door and entered the darkened home. He ran upstairs to his room and this is where he found himself now.
His mum was out of town and he was in the house alone. Usually Nick loved his solitude. He was always a loner, people tended to drain his energy. But tonight after losing the girl he hoped to give his virginity to, he felt especially clingy.
The phone on his bedside table kept beeping madly, the screen lit up every few seconds and created an ambient lighting within his room. "Fuck off, Facebook!" Nick yelled in annoyance to no one in particular. He hated the idea that people's lives were happening around him as he lay in his bed feeling alone and pathetic.
He finally decided to reach for the phone and check the updates. Hundreds of photos were being uploaded by all his friends. And they were all from Luke's party…
A party that Nick was not at…
The girl who Nick had convinced himself he was in love with was older than him. And suddenly he found himself watching a video of her and Luke on the dance floor of the night club, she was grinding her ass into his crotch. Luke seemed too drunk to give a shit though and just kept yelling "Get me another round!" over the top of the music.
Nick was fuming and stood up from his bed. "ARRRGGHHH!" he screamed, kicking a hole into his wall. "Shit! Shit! FUCKIN' SHIT!" he pounded his palms against his forehead.
A spontaneous sexual frustration had suddenly overcome Nick, and he found himself hastily grasping at his hardened penis through his pants. He stood facing the wall, leaning against it with his left forearm above his head. He rubbed down his length and started to moan to himself. "Gah… argh" He groaned as he quickened the pace.
The sensation wasn't enough through his cargo pants, and he found himself unbuckling his belt and pulling them down to his knees. He looked down at the bulge in his underwear and grapped at it aggressively, rubbing harshly up and down the shaft. "Come on!" He groaned. "Come the fuck on…" After a few more tugs he wasn't getting the relief he needed and suddenly his underwear found itself at his knees as well. His exposed cock was raised up and it brushed against the wall that he still leaned against, leaving little spots of pre-cum. The same pre-cum that had soaked through the groin part of his underwear.
He wrapped his large hand around the base of his member and rubbed it up to the helmet in one smooth motion. He repeated it over and over as the sensation of an orgasm began to overwhelm him. "Oh… oh fuck… oh shit…" He moaned in ecstasy. He kept his grip in place, but grinded his hips fiercely into his hand to create the motion. He could feel himself reaching climax and groaned loudly in response, lifting his head up and dropping it back. "UGH FUCK!" He ejaculated all over the wall and up his stomach and hand, but continued to ride out his orgasm. Once the sensation had past, he panted with his head still back. Nick felt light headed and his eyes were blurry. He hadn't eaten much that day due to feeling the effects of anxiety, and found himself having to take a longer breather than usual after masturbation. He had calmed down and looked at the mess he had made of the wall and himself. "Goddammit", Nick sighed as he spread his hand out. The sticky cum spread across his fingers as he did so.
Nick quickly grabbed the tissues from his bedside table and attempted to wipe himself clean, along with the wall. Needless to say, the wall was getting no cleaner and he found himself having to use a warm soapy cloth on it. He himself had to take a shower.
He stood in the bathroom and looked at the mirror, noticing the dark circles under his eyes. "I look like shit…" he commented. He saw a gleaming white in his darkened hair and touched it, only to feel the stickiness again.
"How'd the fuck did I get it there?"