Okay, now I just need to sleep.
It had been over 3 hours since Bruce had tried falling asleep no to avail. No matter what sleep or meditative techniques he used, his mind continued to stay active. In 5 years of deep sleep this was the first time he had insomnia.
And it wasn't ordinary insomnia. His mind had become fixated on the thought of Tony Stark and the erotic experience that occurred just a few hours ago. Just what was that? It had been years and years since he had dated, but he wasn't that naïve. Yet the feelings he felt that time were so new, so different, so tantalizing.
Okay I need to take my mind off of Tony. I don't want to even think about it right now. Something that keeps my mind occupied with other things would help.
Bruce decided that a word association game would take his mind off of the inappropriate thoughts he was being bombarded with. It started out simple, with elemental compounds and their derivatives. Then it evolved into complex macromolecules that affected different things. Polysaccharides, polypeptides, proteins, neurotransmitters, endorphins.
Bruce was almost asleep until the word association game ended up on dopamine, a major neurotransmitter that affected levels of happiness and sexual arousal. In times of sexual arousal, high dopamine levels would be released, leading to attraction and even addiction. Whenever Bruce was around Tony, a high level of dopamine would be released indicating attraction. It became almost a sort of addiction, that man with his broad shoulders, muscular body, a light coat of fur on his chest, those vascular legs, that delicious-looking cock…
Once again, Bruce shot up from his bed, annoyed and aroused. He could feel his hard-on aching for stimulation, the engorged member throbbing painfully against his briefs. He groaned, reaching down to adjust himself.
Why Tony Stark? Why my best friend who let me into his home with no strings attached? Why would I even have a chance? I mean his beard must be scraggly to the touch, easy to rub my skin against. His pecs so firm and taught, his arms able to rip my shirt apart, his hard thighs wrapped around mine, his giant cock rubbing against mine…
Bruce was slowly stroking himself, the groans becoming moans. His erection trembled at the sensations, pre-cum leaking out and staining his briefs. Bruce slipped out of his briefs and tossed them aside, the beast finally released after being caged for so long. Bruce shuddered at the waves of euphoria that washed over him as he sped up his stroking. This he had a lot of experience with.
He took some of the pre-cum leaking and rubbed it along his shaft, lubricating down to his balls. The cock jumped in response, eliciting a large moan out of Bruce.
His stroking became hardcore pounding as he cupped his hand around his cock, running up and down quickly along the shaft and down to the base. It felt so good, so delicious, so ravenous.
Oh fuck Tony. He and his charm, that sexy persona he puts off. That playful smirk of his. What I wouldn't give for that smirk to attack my cock and suck me dry.
Bruce was nearing his orgasm. He imagined Tony coming into his room, crawling up on the bed like a predator waiting in anticipation to attack his prey, devouring his meat with ravenous hunger. He could imagine Tony frotting his massive cock against his, the two large swords dueling one another, pressing against one another. He could feel Tony brandishing that sword as a trophy, polishing it with his pre-cum, then ramming it into Bruce's sheath of an ass. Pulsating. Driving in and out in rhythmic motions before…
Release. Bruce cried out as his cock exploded with cum, covering his exposed sheets in decadence. He felt satisfied, satiated, his cock throbbing with approval.
If only Tony came in at that time for real.
Bruce reached out to his heart rate monitor to check. It was way above the threshold, yet Bruce didn't feel worried at all. In fact, he felt relieved. He had done this all the time, but whenever he did, he'd have to watch his heart rate to make sure he didn't let "the other guy" take over. Yet after fervent beating, "the other guy" wasn't coming out at all.
It took a full 10 minutes for Bruce to finally calm his erection down. He smiled. Maybe all he needed was a little "manual override" so to speak. Bruce turned over, underwear still off, sheets tossed to the side and immediately fell into a deep, wonderful sleep, full of sensual dreams.
