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Evan’s Fantasy

By Sarah Hadley Brook


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Copyright 2018 Sarah Hadley Brook

ISBN 9781634865470

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Evan’s Fantasy

By Sarah Hadley Brook

I groaned out loud when I pulled into the drive and saw the shiny new black Ram pickup. Nick’s vehicle. Shit. Nick was my roommate’s best friend and, putting it simply, he was a walking wet dream. He featured heavily in my nightly jerk-off fantasies. Standing at 6’2”, with thick and wavy dark mahogany hair, twinkling green eyes framed by dark, thick lashes, and full pink lips I liked to imagine wrapped around my cock, I was pretty sure he starred in a lot of people’s fantasies.

Nick always had a shadow of a beard—dark stubble I ached to feel against my own clean-shaven cheeks. In addition to all that beauty, he was muscular, too. Like a football player. I knew he was hairy because I had been lucky enough to see him at the pool several times. He dripped masculinity.

So what’s the problem, you ask? The same problem I always ran into. He was straight. Straighter than an arrow. Straighter than the crow flies. Isn’t that a saying or something? He was so straight, it was almost stereotypical. He played football in college. He dated the hottest blonde cheerleader with huge tits all four years at the university. When he graduated, he joined the military. The Navy. A sailor. I once saw a picture of him in his dress uniform and blood rushed down to my cock so fast, I almost fainted.

He got out of the Navy when he turned twenty-eight and moved back to town for good, so I’d had quite a few opportunities to ogle him from afar as he and my roommate, Jack, got reacquainted.

I didn’t even meet Nick until he moved back here, but over the years Jack had regaled me with stories from their college days. By the time I finally met him, I’d already developed a little crush on the legendary Nick. Meeting him in person only solidified that crush.

Of course, over time, my crush grew into something more real. More emotional. I’d fallen pretty damn hard and, even though I knew I had no chance with him, I hung around him as often as possible.

Because that’s what I did—I always fall for the impossible ones. The straight ones. The guys who don’t even know I exist. I swear I have some kind of death wish.

Damn! And now my dick was rock hard. All it took was the mere thought of Nick and my body reacted. But I was irritated, too. Jack had said he and Nick were going out all evening, and I had been looking forward to some private time. Some porn. A little beer. Maybe get out one of my toys. I hadn’t had great luck meeting a guy lately.

Who was I kidding? Lately? Hell, it’d been more than five months since I’d been with a man.

I wasn’t even sure why I was having so much trouble finding someone. To be perfectly honest, I’d kind of given up looking at this point, because nobody compared to Nick. Until I could get over my feelings for him, I really just needed to find a fuck buddy. Someone who could rock my world when I needed it, but no strings attached. Since I was too hung up on Nick to really give a relationship a try, it wouldn’t be fair to any other guy.

So no strings was what I was looking for. Unfortunately, no takers lately. I’m not a sex god like Nick, but I’m not awful looking. I try to keep fit. I guess some people would call me a twink, but I don’t really like that term. I stand at just under 5’8” and have light blond hair that feathers over my forehead, pale blue eyes, and what some would probably call delicate features. I am definitely not a big guy.

I like wearing trendy clothes and looking good, though. Who doesn’t, right? Tonight I wore a pair of dark, slim fit jeans with a tight teal V-neck. A pair of new sneakers completed the outfit. Yes, I was a skater in my high school and college days, and now that I was twenty-four, I still liked the same style of clothes. The board had long been relegated to the garage, though.

I stared at Nick’s car and sighed deeply, resigned to not having the house alone tonight as I’d planned. Grabbing the six-pack I’d just purchased at the liquor store around the corner, I climbed out, slammed the door a little harder than necessary, and headed inside.

The lights were off, so I flipped on the living room lamp and glanced around. Hmm. No sign of anyone here. Maybe I was wrong. Hope began to bloom as I strode down the hall and saw Jack’s bedroom door was closed.

I knocked.

Nothing.

“Jack?” I called out tentatively.

No answer.

I grinned. It looked like Nick had just parked his car here and he and Jack had left together. My plans were back on!

I stopped in the kitchen and pulled a can from the six-pack before sliding the rest into the fridge. Then I headed to my bedroom, grabbed my lube and dildo from my nightstand drawer, and a towel from my bathroom, before heading out to make myself comfortable on the sofa. I set everything on the cushion next to me. I wanted to watch some porn and I didn’t have a television in my room.

I flipped the television on and scanned the porn offerings until I found one that interested me. I wasn’t happy with the price, but it was a three hour show, so I gave in and ordered it. It was actually a conglomeration of six half-hour shows, so I settled in to watch the first one.

I took a sip of my cold beer and waited for the opening scene.

Cheesy disco music began and the show started normally enough—two hot guys talking at the pool. One of them looked a little like Nick and that really got me going. I admit…I’ve got it bad for him. I took another swig of my beer and set it on the end table, then decided my jeans needed to go. In seconds they were tossed to the ground and I sat in my bright orange boxer briefs. The jersey knit felt soft and sexy against my skin.

I watched as the two men on the screen started kissing and wondered what it would be like to feel Nick’s lips on mine—to feel his stubble against my skin.

The living room began to feel hot, so my shirt was next to go.

The guys on the screen were engaged in a hot, demanding kiss as their hands roamed over each other, and I groaned as I palmed my hard cock through my boxers. It had been way too long since I’d been with a man. I needed the release. I moaned as I slid my hand under my waistband and pulled down the boxers, hooking them under my full balls.


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