A Single Touch

She sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed. Her hazel eyes fixated on him. He’s laying on his back, naked, with his legs spread and head craned forward.

He strokes his throbbing cock. An empty bottle of lube lays to the side, his mast shimmering as his fingers slide up and down his thick, veiny shaft.

He looks deep into her eyes and licks his lips. Every night she sits there and watches him masturbate. He takes in her curly black hair that falls just above her shoulders. Her plump limps and soft, ochre skin fuel his desire. She’s wearing an old university sweater and sweatpants, her generous curves hidden beneath layers of cotton blend. But her attention is all the fuel he needs to make his heart race and keep him pumping for her.

It’s been weeks since he last felt her touch. For months she worked to deny him parts of their sexual experience together. She slowly started having sex with him less often. After some time she would only give him handjobs and blowjobs. He was still allowed to service her with his mouths and fingers, but even that was eventually put to an end. Soon the blowjobs stopped, followed quickly by the handjobs.

It all lead to this. He picked up the pace of his strokes, his breath quickening. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he raced towards orgasmic bliss but quickly opened them again to look into the eyes of the woman staring at him between his legs. She held him in her gaze and at that moment he erupted, white ropes splattering across his stomach and chest. He pulled on his cock, squeezing every drop of pleasure into the tangle of black hair coating his torso.

He finally dropped his arm to his side, his spent, limp cock lay against his thigh. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow as he caught his breath, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.

He feels the bed shift as the woman gets up and walks out of the room. When she leaves, he lets his mind wander and think about how he got here. Every denial, every rejection. He embraced it all. He didn’t necessarily understand why, but every step of the way to the present moment felt right. He reached for the towel left for him on the nightstand to clean the cum from his body.

He managed to wipe most of it off, but he could feel the residue harden in patches on his skin. Placing the towel next to him he waited patiently for her to return. He listened to the sounds of her going through her nightly facial routine, the sound of the sink turning on and off.

Eventually he hears the sound of bare feet making their way back to the room. She walks in completely naked. His heart skips a beat as she makes her way to one side of the bed. Her heavy breasts and large, dark nipples swing with every step. Stretch marks spread across her wide hips and belly, rippling as she lifts the covers and slides in next to him. He quickly gets himself under the covers and curls up onto his side. She slides one of her arms under his head and wraps her body around him, her soft skin enveloping him.

As he drifts off to sleep, the words she said when they started on this journey together echo in his head:

“You will always have me when you sleep.”

The Shower

Rana walked into the change room of his gym and plopped down on the bench in front of his locker. His shirt clung to his body, drenched in sweat. He wiped his forehead and neck with a towel and tossed it into the nearby basket of soiled towels.

It was nearly 5am and the gym was completely empty. Rana had an early morning meeting so he decided to force himself to go to the gym earlier than normal. He found himself liking the emptiness. The hum of the fans placed around the space as well as the quiet squeak of sneakers from the one employee slowly preparing the gym for the day’s guests.

Rana stripped out of his running shorts and shirt and flung a towel over his shoulder. He slipped on his slides and made his way to the steam room. On his way, he stopped in front of one of the many full-length mirrors in the change room. He was a pretty hair man, with a layer of course black hair covering his chest and stomach, down over his thighs before thinning down his shins and calves. He was lean, and his muscular definition was faint. He struck a few poses and smiled at how ridiculous he felt.

After a quick steam, Rana made his way to the showers. The showers were lined up in the open against a wall with curtains for each stall. Because the entire area was tiled, it was not uncommon for some men, most of them older, to shower with the curtains open.

Rana wasn’t quite that bold, but he figured since no one was around, he could indulge his exhibitionist side for once. He was already walking around completely uncovered, so what difference did it make?

Rana hung his towel on the hook outside the shower and turned on the tap. He let the cool water wash over him and bring his body temperature down. He closed his eyes and took some time to do some deep breathing exercises, centering himself and releasing any tension in his body.

Rana turned around and let the water hit his back as he stretched. He turned the temperature up, and enjoyed the warm water soothing his aching muscles. He suddenly realized that he forgot his loofah in his gym bag. He let out a groan he quickly squeaked his way through the locker room to his bag and grabbed it. On his way back to the shower, he noticed that the one gym employee in the building was cleaning the sinks. She was a shorter woman, wearing black yoga pants and a black gym-branded t-shirt. Her curly black hair hung shoulder length and her brown eyes were focused on her work. Rana’s heart raced. He froze for a moment before quickly making his way back to the shower.

Rana grabbed the curtain to close it but stopped. Why questioned why he felt so embarrassed? This was the men’s locker room. So what if the employee was a woman. This was nothing she hadn’t seen before working at the gym. Rana gathered himself and continued showering with the curtain open.

He squirted some soap onto his loofah and started to scrub his body. He bent over and scrubbed his feet and legs, making his way up his body. As he was scrubbing his crotch and ass, he heard the squeak of sneakers making their way into the shower area. Rana felt his heart race, but kept his cool, continuing up his stomach and chest and over his arms.

Rana took a deep breath and turned around, facing out towards the open shower area. He jumped when he saw the gym employee standing directly in front of him, watching him intensely. She leaned on the mop she was holding and unashamedly took in Rana’s naked body from top to bottom. Rana stared right back, though with his jaw was handing slightly ajar. Her t-shirt stretched over her heavy breasts, and her yoga pants accentuated her thick, toned thighs and ass perfectly.

Rana swallowed and gave a friendly smile. The woman returned the smile but continued to watch. Rana’s face was burning hot and he started to feel the sensations between his legs from the gorgeous woman watching him. He quickly turned around to hide his slowly swelling member.

“You missed a spot,” The woman said.

Rana froze. He glanced over his shoulder and glimpsed the woman continuing to stare, evaluating his body.

Rana cleared his throat and said, “I guess that’s too bad then.”

Rana’s heart raced, his cock now fully erect.

The woman spoke, “Then why don’t I give you a hand.”

Before Rana could answer, he felt a delicate hand against his back, followed by the touch of soft breasts pressed against him. He barely had a moment to wonder when she removed her clothes before her hands explored his chest, pinching his nipples before gliding down over his stomach and stopping just short of his throbbing cock.

Without saying a word, the woman took the loofah from Rana’s hand and scrubbed his entire back. The woman gently tapped Rana’s inner thighs and he instinctively spread his legs. The woman scrubbed between Rana’s legs and into his crack. She made slow circles over his cheeks before making her way down both legs.

When she finished, she leaned in close to Rana’s ear and whispered, “Turn around.”

Rana obeyed and turned. The woman was so close to him that his aching member was pressed against her stomach. She maintained eye contact as she scrubbed his arms and chest. Her gaze went to his stomach as she made her way down. Rana’s heart raced as she got closer and closer to his cock. But to his surprise, she worked around it. He watched as she worked his pelvis and hips, then made her way down the front of his legs. Her nose nearly grazed his shaft, yet she appeared to be completely ignoring it.

When she finished scrubbing him she put the loofah away and helped wash the soap off his now baby-soft skin.

Rana was still erect, and at that point he was ready to thank her and quickly run to a stall to finish himself off in private. As he opened his mouth to speak, the woman put a finger over his lips and reached down with her other hand grabbed his cock. He felt the slickness of soap as she gripped his cock and slowly stroked. Suds formed with her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. She looked up into his eyes and they held each other’s gaze as she worked his shaft, her wrist moving faster and faster.

Rana reached between the woman’s legs and felt her lips slick with desire. She bit her lip and nodded, and Rana plunged his long fingers into her warmth. The two of them moaned as they worked each other’s sex.

Their pace increased, the woman’s wrist now furiously sliding up and down Rana’s shaft, and Rana’s fingers vigorously thrumming against her pleasure points and his thumb circling her swollen clit.

In pure climactic synchronicity, the two strangers came as one. Streams of white exploded onto the woman’s stomach and pelvis, and the woman’s pussy contracted and her knees buckled as she held onto Rana’s shoulder to keep herself upright.

The two of them took a moment to come down from their shared high. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

Rana reached over and grabbed the soap. “I should take care of the mess I made.”

The woman laughed, “I think you should.”

The shower continued to run as the strangers traded places and got clean all over again.

The Boy Next Door

Roman stumbled through the door of his new apartment. He forgot how crazy happy hours got with Kevin and Priti. Roman almost tipped over as he tried to untie his laces, barely getting a hand up to brace himself against the wall. He managed to shuffle through the hallway and into his unfurnished family room. He collapsed onto his brand new couch and chugged water from his waiting water bottle.

Freshly hydrated and sobriety slowly beginning to descend, Roman heaved himself off the couch and went about his nightly routine. After inhaling some leftover pasta, he sat back on the couch and read. Other than the couch, the only other furniture was a coffee table, an empty TV stand, and a plush red and black rug. Roman moved cross-country and sold most of his furniture, including his TV. He’d already ordered furniture for his bedroom and was making his way through the rest of his one bedroom apartment. Because of unforeseen shipping delays, Roman was still sleeping on an air mattress on the floor and had no TV to occupy the bare stand.

Roman was curled up under a green throw blanket on his couch, fully immersed in his book. The faint echoes of sirens and street traffic filled the silence as he read and sipped his chamomile tea. Before long Roman had lost track of time, and when the realization dawned on him he checked his watch and saw he was well past his usual bed time.

Roman groaned as he shifted uncomfortably on his old air mattress. He felt the mattress battling to keep him out of a comfortable position. He tossed and turned, remnants of the night’s happy hour making sleep that much more elusive, until he finally gave up and decided the couch might be the more comfortable solution. He shuffled over to the couch and crashed into it. He closed his eyes and drifted off, finding just the right angle so neither his neck was too craned nor his legs too cramped.

Roman walked into the office the next morning surprisingly refreshed considering the night’s ordeal. At lunch, he sat with Kevin and Priti and chatted about happy hour and the rest of their nights.

“Yeah, man,” Kevin said, “I was out cold the moment I walked through the front door. Slept like a baby.”

Pritti nodded her head in agreement with a mouth full of salad. Roman replied, “I had the opposite night. I couldn’t get comfortable on my stupid air mattress and then when I finally fell asleep on the couch, I had this crazy dream where drums were beating wherever I went. I don’t remember the context of it all, but I distinctly remember loud drums. Weird stuff.”

“That’s definitely strange,” Priti said. “I wonder if it had anything to do with being tipsy. I guess you’ll find out tonight.”

Roman went straight home after work and was greeted by a giant package by his front door. He hoped it was his new mattress, but from the branding on the outside of the box, he knew it was his new TV. Just as he was getting in position to lift the box, a voice behind him said, “Need a hand with that?”

Roman turned to see his neighbour Will standing behind him. Roman had seen and spoken to Will a few times since moving in, but they’d only run into each other in passing more often than not. He was a tall, slim, Korean man with long, straight, black hair and a rugged jaw.

“That would actually be great, thanks,” Roman said as he made room for Will to grab the other side of the box.

After they dropped the box down into Roman’s bedroom, he gave him a beer and the two sat on his lone couch and talked. Roman learned more about Will, how he’d moved into the city only a year before Roman and that he worked as an assistant director. He learned that Will was single like himself, and they both commiserated on their frustrations with ‘the apps’.

Will finished and Roman thanked him again for helping him as he left. Roman spent the rest of the night cooking dinner and watching TV.

That night, he preempted a frustrated move from the air mattress to the couch and settled himself in the living room and as his head hit the pillow, he drifted off to sleep.

The drums returned. They were louder and Roman began tossing and turning, until suddenly he was awake. However, the drumming continued. Roman slowly sat up as he emerged from his slumber. Through the darkness he heard thumping. It was loud and rhythmic, echoing through his bare apartment. Roman attempted to track down where the sound was coming from and he followed the sound to the wall behind his TV. The thumping continued, and when he placed his ear against the wall, he knew he’d found the source of the racket.

Roman stood with his ear to the wall trying to figure out what the thumping was. It didn’t clang like metal pipes, and the rhythm was too steady. It sounded like something was hitting the wall from the other side. Roman, who was now wide awake, realized he shared this wall with Will.

As he stood there listening and thinking about whether he should text Will and ask him if he knew what was causing the sound, a faint chorus joined the beat. Roman’s eyes widened as he heard the faint sound of a woman’s moan. It was at that moment that Roman put together what was happening.

Putting it all together, Roman stood and listened. The thumping of the headboard against the wall continued steadily and the moans grew louder. The melody was familiar, the experience elicit. The woman cursed and her moans turned to screams as the beat persisted, undeterred.

Roman reached into the boxers and held his throbbing member. The beat got louder, the tempo unchanged. The chorus grew more frantic, the screams clearer as the the drumming threatened to break down his wall. Roman closed his eyes and stroked to the beat. He put himself in the percussionist’s place, sliding his fingers up and down his shaft in time with the percussionist a few inches away.

Roman felt himself get closer to the edge, climax within reach. He breath quickened, and, as if they knew, the beat against the wall quickened in kind. The force of every hit felt greater even as the pace quickened. The screams and pleads echoed as if they were in Roman’s apartment, and he furiously stroking, moaning, his cock swelling.

The beat guided Roman to climax and with a deep, hushed growl he released, shivers wracked his body as the orgasmic waves crashed over him. The thumping and screaming stopped as well, and Roman knew the musicians had finished their piece. He looked down at the mess he’d created and then at the microwave clock. It was late, but he knew he’d sleep more soundly than he had in days.

Weeks passed, and Roman listened. He also grew close to Will and before long they were fast friends. They would often hangout on weekends and Will even joined Roman on nights out with Priti and Kevin. One day, Will introduced his new girlfriend Lara to Roman and his friends. Roman felt a lump in his throat as he introduced himself, having heard her voice almost every night for the past three weeks.

Roman’s awkwardness subsided as he spent more time with Will and Lara. They often smoked together in Roman’s now fully furnished apartment. He finally got his mattress and a plush recliner to match his couch.

One day, Roman, Will, and Lara were in Roman’s apartment smoking and talking. Roman took his usual seat in the recliner and Lara had her legs across Will’s lap on the couch. During a lull in the conversation, the faint sounds of a song grabbed everyone’s attention. Lara furrowed her brow and pulled out her phone as Will and Roman looked curiously around the room. Suddenly, Lara burst out laughing, falling backwards onto the couch, her legs kicking up and almost hitting Will in the face.

After regaining her composure, she explained. “I accidentally played a song on my Spotify, and it somehow connected to the Bluetooth speaker in our room. I thought it was a ghost!”

Will chuckled, “Damn, that sounded like it could have been in this room.”

Roman gave a halfhearted laugh as he anxiously tried attempted to quell the feeling of being exposed.

“I didn’t realize my bedroom was right here,” Will said, pointing at the shared wall. “How much sound comes through normally?”

“Honestly, not much,” Roman lied, as he took another hit.

Will eyed him for a long moment, then looked over at Lara who met his eyes. At that moment, Roman knew his fears were realized. His heart raced and he felt flush as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

“Interesting,” Will said, his hands rubbed Lara’s legs, still strewn across his lap. “I guess that’s kind of unfortunate, really. I think it’d be pretty hot knowing we were fucking for an audience.”

Roman sat, frozen. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Should he admit that they’ve had a loyal audience-of-one for weeks? Or should he try and change the subject and assuage Will’s suspicions?

Before Roman could make any decisions, Lara spoke, “Well, we have an audience now. Let’s put on a show.”

Roman couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He sat there and attempted to process what was happening. Were they mocking him? Should he stop them? Should he leave his own apartment? Eventually, all that remained from his frantic thoughts was his deep desire to stay exactly where he was.

Will caressed Lara’s leg, his fingers lingering with each stroke. Roman gulped, his eyes glued to the beautiful couple. Roman felt the bulge in his pants grow as he took in the spectacle of what he’d only heard for so many weeks. Lara straddled Will and they kissed deeply, his hands sliding up Lara’s back beneath her shirt. She whipped off her top, and Roman watched her bare, muscular back work as she worked her hips back and forth.

Roman’s hand slipped beneath his waistband and he held his hot, throbbing member, unable to control his urges. In an instant Lara and Will stripped out of their clothes and were entwined in each other’s bodies on Roman’s couch. Their hips thrust as their tongues wrestled, Lara’s petite body atop Will’s toned, pale physique. Lara’s petite breasts pressed into Will’s smooth, rippling chest and she moaned against his lips, lost in her lover’s embrace.

Will’s imagination could not compare to the reality before him. Two perfect bodies, completely in sync. He slipped his pants down around his ankles and held his throbbing monument in the palm of his hand.

Lara and Will untangled themselves just long enough for Will to sit up on the couch. As he moved, Roman’s eyes fixated on his erect cock. He bit his bottom lip and stroked a beat faster as Will’s prodigious member beckoned for Lara’s warmth. She obliged, and once again straddled Will’s lap, her dripping pussy inches above his towering erection.

Lara lowered herself slowly and Will’s bristling head parted her large, prominent lips. She gasped, every inch pushing deeper inside. Lara took Will’s entirety and she threw her head back, a deep, guttural moan of primal pleasure echoed through the room.

She rode Will’s cock masterfully, her hips rocked rhythmically, extracting every bit of pleasure she could. Roman stroked in time with her hips, energetic pumps brought him closer to orgasmic bliss.

Lara’s journey towards climax brought with it the familiar screams of ecstasy as she rode faster, pushing herself to the brink. Roman barrelled towards climax until suddenly Will’s voice broke through the slapping of skin and wails of desire, “Don’t you dare finish.”

Roman immediately stopped and his jaw dropped. His cock twitched violently, begging for the final strokes of release, but Roman was under Will’s spell. He sat there and held his desperate cock as Lara came. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she kissed Will deeply, holding him there as she spasmed and clenched. Riding out her descent from the peaks of euphoria, Lara climbed off of Will’s lap and sat beside him to face Roman. Their sweaty bodies glistened and their chests heaved as they caught their breath.

Roman sat still, waiting.

Will looked Roman directly in his eyes and said, “Now, give us our flowers.”

At Will’s command, Roman continued where he’d left off. He resisted the overwhelming urge to stroke immediately to completion. He knew he had to perform for his audience.

He quickly removed his shirt and started stroking his throbbing member, the throbbing head eager, furious. He bit his bottom lip and thrust his hips into this hand, his abs contracting with every flex. Whimpers turned to moans as he moved faster and with more force. His moans turned to curses and he threw his head back, taking in every moment of his own journey to the peaks of pleasure. His desire to release was matched equally by his desire to please his favourite performers. He opened his eyes and saw Lara and Will touch themselves as they watched his performance with rapt attention.

Their lustful gazes pushed Roman up the mountain faster, and before he knew it he screamed out in ecstasy and bliss washed over him in an unending torrent. His explosion painted his stomach and chest, his seed splattered haphazardly over the breathless canvas. He regained his composure and looked to his audience, his depleted manhood limp in his hand.

The smell of sex permeated every inch of Roman’s apartment. He took in the beautiful, glistening bodies across from him, and the sexual power they emanated. He noticed the glimmer in the couple’s eyes, and in that moment he knew they hungered for more, and they had those eyes set on him.