What in the hell did you just do?

Austin stepped out of the shower, toweled off, and fell into bed. He hadn’t lied to Mitch. Not really. He did have to get up early. The next day, he started giving massages part-time at a gym he’d recently discovered. The clientele were mostly gay, had discretionary income, and Austin’s friend, who referred him, worked there exclusively because the pay and the tips were that good. Austin was sick of running around town, fighting traffic and hauling his equipment in and out of his Pathfinder just to give a massage to a client who expected a happy ending because he was in the privacy of his own home. He was a reputable massage therapist, not some pervert advertising on Craigslist and looking to turn a buck by a quick blow and jerk. Granted, some of the men were attractive, and Austin had been tempted once or twice, but once he started down that path, his clientele would be the men who found their massages through Craigslist. Not a decent way to make a living.

Frustrated, Austin kicked away the sheets and punched his pillow. The central air-conditioning had been working overtime in the intense heat lately, and he was on the verge of boiling over. Combing his fingers through his still damp hair, he exhaled hard, frustrated. But that wasn’t the only reason he was overheated.

Mitch.

Here Austin had the man in the palm of his hands, quite literally, and he choked. He’d obsessed over Mitch for more than a year while back in high school. To say that their encounter was an epic fail was the understatement of the century. At this very moment, Austin should have Mitch tangled around him, not his bed sheets. But when Mitch began to recognize him, Austin had known it would only be a matter of time before he’d figure out that Austin was that fat loser who skulked up and down the halls pining for Mitch’s attention, and was the same dork who sat three desks behind him in Calculus … salivating.

What a fucking joke.

And when Mitch finally connected the dots and made the realization that Austin Grey was that Austin Grey, Mitch’s hard-on would be replaced with a permanent case of limp dick and Austin would be back at his psychiatrist’s office on heavy rotation.

But what was he thinking when he came on all alpha male? Introducing himself like he was the sexiest stud on the block, handing Mitch his card, and finishing with “The number is my cell phone. Use it.” Did I really say that? He groaned into the quiet of the room, his body exhausted but his brain buzzing with nervous energy. He turned onto his side and gazed out his bedroom’s window at the stars in the night sky, wishing that he had Mitch cradled in his arms. He could have if he wasn’t so insecure. He reconsidered that psychiatrist heavy rotation thing. It probably wouldn’t be such a bad idea if he called for an appointment first thing the next morning.

Reaching down, he began to fondle his semihard cock. Since the pool episode, he’d been horny beyond belief but refused to jerk off in the shower. The hot water heater was anything but, and a fast jerk under tepid jets wouldn’t subdue the raging fire in his loins. Hard and getting harder by the second, Austin stroked with more pressure, reliving Mitch’s kiss.

I could’ve stayed in that kiss for eternity.

Breathing through his nose, he held the inhalation before blowing out completely, his body relaxing with every self-satisfying caress. Manipulating his heavy balls and paying special attention to the sensitive areas of the cockhead, Austin wondered what it would feel like to masturbate Mitch until eruption. Would he be silent, or would he be vocal? Would he give specific instruction or allow Austin to have his way? Rolling over onto his back, Austin stretched his spine and flexed his legs. A moan escaped his parted lips as he finished the stretch, relaxing into the mattress. He slid a hand up his abdomen to find his left nipple, his most sensitive, and took it between thumb and forefinger and pinched. Sparks of light pulsed behind half-closed lids. Thoughts of torturing Mitch’s nipples made him smile.

“I want you,” he said on a breathless sigh.

I need you.

And he could, Austin realized. If only he would allow himself to.

Stroking with singular intent, Austin flashed to Mitch’s large, strong hands fondling him under the water. It was quite the miracle he didn’t lose it and blow his load, then and there. Truth was, if Mitch had kept it up much longer, he would have. Overtaking him, a wave of passion slid over Austin like a cashmere blanket. It was intense but gradual, enveloping him in mind-shattering relief. Mews and cries filled Austin’s ears as his juice arched onto his taut abdomen, landing with warmth and weight. Austin writhed against his mattress, toes curling. His heart hammered away in his ribs, and he could feel every muscle in his neck pull and strain. Forcing out the last remaining drops of cum, Austin dropped his hand onto his stomach and wiped the slick liquid over his skin, massaging gently. After regaining the ability to breathe, and before he fell into a post orgasm slumber, he pulled himself off the bed and headed for the shower for a quick rinse-off.

Tomorrow he would try harder to leave his demons behind. Mitch wanted him, and Austin wanted Mitch. It was really that simple. So why was he making it so damn complicated?