"Damn you, Gwen" I whispered to myself.
It was her fault I was like this
Just remembering her, mylower part was getting hard, not that it wasn't I mean I don't think it could possibly get any bigger.
But it was her fault
Every single day I have to put up with her and Kevin making out right in front of me.
Of course I had to put my happy-face for her. Just for her
It was a torture specially when I saw how happy she was with him
But it was still her fault for making me feel like this
Her fault for making my lower part hard as rock
Her fault for making me have wet dreams and dreaming of her beautiful silky skin, magical curves, and shiny soft red hair.
Dang it!
I couldn't hold it anymore
My right hand began crawling towards my fully erect friend
God how I wish it was her hand instead of mine
I reached my manhood with a slow pace
It might of have been dirty every time I do this, but it calmed all the sensations I felted
I squeezed it making a moan escape my lips
And started moving my hand up and down in a rhythm
Drops of sweat running down my forehead
Mmnn
My hand going faster as I was getting ready to release all my fluids
Mmnn
I kept moaning, thinking is was her small mouth making all the movements my hand was doing
That I was also making her moan
One more thrust………..just one more and……and……..and
My hand was covered with milky-liquid…….
But something was missing
Her
But I didn't worry too much cause I knew that one day or another I will be the one giving pleasure to her.
And with that I slept with a grin on my face.
After cleaning my room of course.