This isn't a chapter, just a brief interlude.
Solo
He was fucking tired, horny and frustrated. Walking into the bathroom, Ryan made sure to lock the door behind him. The tension in his shoulders and back had intensified and spread to other parts of his body. He could feel his erection pressing against the denim of his jeans. It had been another hard day at work, followed by school. And on top of all of that, he and Summer had gotten into it again. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why didn't he just give in, take her right there against the wall? There was no point dwelling. He just wanted to jerk-off, clean up and go to bed.
Shaking his head, he began stripping off his greasy work shirt and dirty jeans. Pulling off his socks, he threw them beside the pile of his clothes already on the floor. He pulled down his boxers and his cock sprang out, already hard and throbbing. Ryan tried to ignore his erection for the time being as he turned on the shower and stepped inside the tub. He hung his head letting the warm water trickle down his back and soothe his aching muscles. Closing his eyes, he leaned back and let the spray soak his hair and forehead. The water dripped down his face and onto his muscled chest, progressing down his body and just catching the head of his cock. It felt good. Really good. He felt it getting harder, thickening. Keeping his eyes closed, he could picture Summer's face; her eyes blacker than stones as she looked at him that way she always did. He felt his dick twitch, desperate to be touched, to get some sort of relief. These five months of celibacy were taking their toll.
Grabbing the soap from the side of the tub, Ryan lathered down his chest, over his nipples and down his abdomen. He stopped when he got to his cock, his fingers barely brushing the head. He was a fucking idiot. If he wanted, he could just get out of the shower, walk into the kitchen, lay Summer down on the counter, strip her naked, spread her apart and fuck her until he was spent. But here he was, like a pussy, locked in the bathroom, stroking his own fucking cock for what seemed like the thousandth time since Summer had moved in. There was definitely something wrong with him. But it didn't matter so much at the moment. He had a vision of Summer in his head now -naked, her nipples hard, wet for him.
Biting his lip, he dropped the soap and let his fingers encircle his shaft, squeezing gently. He did a few quick pumps with his hand before moving down to cup his balls. He thought of Summer's hands, how small they were, and how amazing they would feel touching him. Moving his hand back to the base of his shaft, he applied pressure as he stroked upward and then back down in a controlled, slow manner, letting his thumb graze the tip each time, sending shocks of pleasure through him. He felt his heart rate increase, knew that it had to be quick tonight. He wasn't in the mood to draw it out. Clenching his jaw, he tightened the muscles in his lower abdomen. A more deliberate and urgent need took over and his hand moved to a faster rhythm, bringing him ever closer to the point of no return. There was a sudden rush of pleasure and intense gratification swelling inside him. He could feel his balls begin to tighten and he knew he was about to come. A moan escaped his throat as a spasm went through his cock. His hand worked furiously, his breath hitching in his lungs. With one final stroke, he came in spurts onto the tub basin. It was impossible to continue as his hips jerked and he lost all sense of balance. Resting his body against the side of the shower, the water flushed everything down the drain and all Ryan could do was feel like an ass as he watched.
Regaining some control of his limbs, Ryan stood up straight and finished off his shower in peace. Ryan was feeling relieved, even relaxed, when he walked into the bedroom....until he saw Summer. She was already lying in bed, her face flushed, the covers barely concealing the tiny nightgown she wore. Feeling his dick stir, he wanted to scream. He didn't know how much more of this he could take.