Bink Cummings - His Boy

Sitting on the living room couch, my legs spread, hard cock jutting toward the ceiling, I wait for my Daddy to come home. Its been a long twelve hours since Ive last seen him, and Im in some serious need of his attention.

Justin and I have been roommates for three years, sleeping in separate bedrooms, sharing close friends, running in the same circles. Id met him through Carrie, a mutual friend of ours, who thought since we were the only two gay men she knew that wed automatically hit it off, and fall madly in love. The former was true immediately. We became fast friends, even though Justin is sixteen years older than me, and a bossy firefighter. Hes dark haired, tall, broad, and somewhat hairy in all the right places. Im the nerd. I wear black rimmed glasses, have messy blond hair, and work from home doing secretive computer stuff. I could go into specifics, but thats for another time. Im at least five inches shorter than Justin, about fifty pounds lighter, and my muscles are lean, whereas his arent. Hes most mens wet dream. Except mine. Or he wasnt up until six months ago.

Justin had owned this three-bedroom ranch for years before we met. Six weeks after wed been introduced by Carrie at one of her famous cookouts, the lease to my apartment was running out, and hed invited me to live here. Its been a perfect friendship ever since. I cover my half of the bills, as he does his. And we never fooled around. Hell, Id never so much as seen his entire dick for well over two years. We were happy to live together platonically, doing our own thing, usually only coming together for dinner. Wed eat it in front of the TV, then talk about our day.

On the weekends, wed go to bars with our friends, or go to a baseball game. Hes a minor league nutcase. I dont really love the sport, but its not like I had anything better to do. Im not much for relationships, or I wasnt. And the only man I met that Justin had dated for more than a month, didnt last much longer than that. From what I understood at the time, the guy was a stage five clinger. Not anyones type, except maybe for a quick lay. Then you have to beat him off with a baseball bat to make him leave. I guess thats why the man lasted as long as he did. He was a cute twink that Id never touch because I dont do twinks. Though from the sounds that came from Justins room, it seemed they were at least compatible between the sheets.

A little less than six months ago was when everything changed in our household. Id been sick with the flu, and Justin was home on vacation. My body fevered nonstop as I shivered in bed, feeling like dog shit. You see, my immediate family lives on the West Coast so I dont really have anyone to care for me. Plus, living in the small town of Carolina Rose, Kentucky doesnt give me a lot of choices regarding people to meetgay people, is what I mean. Not when I live mostly indoors. So when Im sick, Im stuck to care for myself, and if Im honest, Im not very good at doing that.

Four blankets covered me on the bed, and I cuddled under them to keep warm as a knock sounded at my bedroom door.

Asher, are you alright in there? Justins voice wavered with concern.

With teeth chattering incessantly, I replied, I-Im fine.

You dont sound fine.

Curling deeper under the blankets, lips shielded by the fabric, my voice became muffled. I-I will b-be after these da-damn shakes g-go away.

Justin didnt say another word when he popped open my door and marched into the room. Peeking over the edge of the covers, I watched him from my miserable spot in bed. He didnt hesitate to strip out of his t-shirt and jeans, as I swallowed the lump in my throat at the sight of his bulky chest and all that hair. Even sick, I grew a chubby before he crossed the room and slid in beside me. Skin touched skin, and I sighed with relief, feeling warmer immediately.

Justins arm pulled me closer, so I was forced to hook my leg over his hip, as he laid on his back. My cheek settled on his pec, and I sprang from chubby to rock-hard in a matter of seconds. I couldnt help it. He smelled great, like his body wash and man. Plus, his heat was a balm to my sickness, soothing those damn shakes away, even my teeth finally stopped chattering.

Sometime after hed come to my rescue, I passed out, and when I woke up, we were spooning, his hard cock jabbing me in the back. For a moment, I thought hed pitched a tent in his boxers, but when I felt the coolness of his pre-cum sliding across the surface of my skin, I knew he was naked. If I thought my boner was bad before, it became ten times worse. I tried to ignore it and pretend it didnt exist. Unfortunately, the more my mind tried not to think about it, the complete opposite happened. Within ten minutes, my balls were aching for release. So I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands in the bathroom. But when I attempted to climb off the bed, the arm anchored around my stomach tightened, and that dick against my back smeared more of its juices. Biting back a groan, I fought the need to peel that big arm from around my waist.