like Zane let Harper do to his house. I look around at the kitchen. The oak cabinets are outdated and show years of aging. The old brown laminate counters are peeling up on the edges and missing parts that have torn over the years. The brown and orange floral linoleum flooring is worn and even when mopped still looks dirty. I lightly chuckle when I look at the spot by the sink, remembering vividly the day I got into my first fight. I came in the door, blood dripping from a gash above my eye. My mother was at the sink and when she turned around, she dropped the knife she was washing, nearly hitting her foot. She was yelling at me as she cleaned me up by the sink but laughing at the same time because even at ten years old I was taller than her.
I shake my head at the memories, grab my phone, and order a pizza. I go upstairs to take a quick shower before it gets here. Once the hot water is pounding on me, I start to relax and hope for all the past memories to wash away. I close my eyes, knowing exactly what I need to do to make that happen. I reach down and grab my thick cock, pumping it slowly. Immediately, it springs to life and I groan with arousal. I begin to pump harder, squeezing tighter, as I imagine my hand is the perfect pussy. I go faster and need to brace myself with my free hand against the blue tiled wall. Each time my hand slides over my piercing I let out a moan. It’s not pussy, but it’s giving me the distraction I need for now. The hot water running over my muscular body heightens my arousal. I hang my head and keep up a fast pace. My body begins to shake and I feel my balls start to tighten. I squeeze harder as I begin to come. I continue to jerk off until there’s nothing left. “Fuck.” I whisper, sagging against the wall.
I quickly wash myself and get out. After I get dressed, I head back downstairs to wait for my pizza. Just as I flip the TV on, my phone rings.
I grab it out of my pocket and see its Brittany. Perfect. “Hey.”
“Hey, Kace. What are you up to?” she asks, seduction thick in her voice.
“Nothing, you wanna swing by?” I know it’s why she’s calling, but I ask it anyway.
She laughs lightly on the other end as I wait for her to reply. “Sure, but I’m with my friend, Sara. Is it cool if she comes?”
“It’s cool if she’s gonna be naked with us, but not if you guys are just looking to hang out,” I tell her honestly.
“Oh, she’s ready and willing to be naked with us,” she purrs.
Fuck yeah. “Well get your asses over here.”
We hang up just as there’s a knock on the door. I’m grateful the pizza is here and I’ll be able to eat before they get here. I wasn’t expecting a threesome tonight, but I’d be a fucking fool to turn down the offer. It’s been a while since I’ve had one and it already has my dick pressing against my zipper.
I grab a beer out of the fridge when I finish eating. I go back into the living room, taking note of the work that needs to be done in here as well. It’s an open floor plan. The kitchen is in the front, the dining room next to that and the living room is off to the side. The horrible blue carpet has seen better days. It’s stained and worn down. There is wood paneling on the walls and the fireplace is bright red bricks. The only nice things in the room are my black leather couches and sixty-five inch flat screen TV that hangs above the fireplace. As a kid I used to fall into that hearth all the time. My mom used to yell at my father to have someone come in and redo the entire thing, so I’d stop getting hurt. He never did, so she used to pile cushions all around it to try to prevent me from getting hurt. It became a joke the older I got because she would still put the cushions there. My dad and I would laugh, but I think she did it to prove the point that she didn’t get her way, so she was going