Coren’s eyes snapped open, and they fell right on me.
All of a sudden, I felt light headed, like I might faint at any moment. I wanted to say something, make some excuse, but my brain couldn’t focus. Every muscle in my body was screaming to turn and run, to run as fast as I could and never come back to the apartment
But every one of them was frozen in place.
“Hey, man.” A smile tugged at the corner of Coren’s lips. He didn’t stop what he was doing, didn’t try to hide his crotch with his hand as he stroked his cock. “What’s up?”
The way he emphasised the word ‘up’ made me shiver. My mind raced back and forth between the urge to flee and the…what…invitation?
“Come on, Ed, stop looking so worried. You just want to stand there, that’s cool.” His eyes pointedly lowered, and my cock jumped up another inch in response. “Or you could join me.” I watched as his fingers pinched the head of his cock and he drew in a sharp breath.
“No.” I muttered, shaking my head. “No, I’m not…” I couldn’t even say the word. After all, if he was then I didn’t have a problem with it, right? It’s just that I wasn’t.
Coren laughed. “Ed, it’s cool. Whatever.” He bit his lip and closed his eyes, a short moan echoing against the bathroom tiles. Then he sighed, eyes still closed, and almost moaned the next words. “Nobody’s saying you’re gay. I’m not gay. But you like sex, don’t you? I know I do. It’s just more fun with two.”
Fuck, I was hard. The way that Coren talked, it was like there was no shame in how my body was reacting at the sight of him. And we were both single. I mean, nobody was going to get hurt here.
“Oh, man, you have no idea how good this feels.” His cock was covered in soap bubbles, slick and silky as his hand gripped it tight, sliding down the length as it hardened, the head stretching the foreskin back. “At least come in here to watch, so I know you’re not going to run away.”
I had to make a decision. More than anything, I still felt embarrassed about just standing there in the hall while he masturbated. I could just leave, though, right? Just go back to my room. Sure, there’d be some awkwardness between us for a day or so, but it wouldn’t last.
But I couldn’t even turn my head. I was into this. Absently, my hand dropped to my crotch, trying to shift my erection into a more comfortable position inside my jeans.
Something about that touch broke the spell. Feeling how hard I was at this, how much I obviously enjoyed what was happening. And Coren had said it was OK, after all.
I pushed open the bathroom door and stepped inside, leaving it wide so that the cooler air from the hall could rush in as I leaned against the opposite wall and finally allowed myself to just enjoy the moment. Coren’s cock was darkening with blood as it grew harder still, the head engorging, swelling, as his fingers popped over it and he sighed and moaned, steam swirling around his toned body.
And without any judgement, I slid my hand inside my pants.
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