Chapter 3

Dawson

The whole ridehome all I could think about was Nolan. Which only irritated me. His snippy little comments, his blush on stage, the way he fucking whimpered and leaned into me...

Fuck.

I hated it. I hated that he pushed my buttons so easily.

Or that he is capable of pushing my buttons at all.

I angrily threw my keys down in the bowl after locking the door, knowing there was only one way to truly work out my frustrations.

It didn't take long for me to settle in on my couch, pulling up my favorite go-to porn. I let the video play while I got comfortable, letting my cock spring free from my pants as I slid out of them. Leaning back against the soft cushions, I gave myself a good smack, watching my cock bounce with vibrancy as I focused on the video in front of me, specifically the way Mr. Big Cock was pounding himself into the tight little ass of the moaning computer nerd in front of him.

"You like that don't you, you little slut?" Mr. Big Cock drawled, shoving his subject's head down into the dirt.

"Yes..." I groaned along with him as I gripped my own rigid rod, closing my eyes. The sound of Mr. Big Cock's wet, slick cock and his nerdy little slut's moans as he begged for Mr. Big Cock covered me like a blanket, making my own dick throb, eliciting a deep groan from me as I let my mind fill in the blanks.

Smooth, round, pale cheeks that I could watch my thick cock disappear into formed in my brain, the image of my fingers tangled in dark locks as I gripped tightly, yanking them to turn and look at me over their shoulder.

Deep brown eyes met mine. Nolan stared at me over his glasses, throaty moans escaping his lips as his tight ass clenched me, and I immediately opened my eyes, ceasing my hold on my cock, my thumb sliding through the steady amount of precum that had already collected at the tip.

"Fuck!" I hissed as my cock throbbed and I tried to catch my breath. My gaze diverted back to the television just in time to see Mr. Big Cock quickening his pace. My hips involuntarily thrust into my still hand, clearly not getting the message.

"I don't know how much more I can take," Computer Cum Slut cried, his arm muscles tightening, his voice shaking. "Please..."

I leaned my head back once more, a sheen of sweat breaking out as I closed my eyes. In the darkness, Nolan stared at me, begging me like Computer Cum Slut.

My cock throbbed in my hand and I squeezed it tightly, spreading the warm, sticky precum along my shaft as I picked up my pace again.

I needed to come so fucking bad, and I didn't want to edge myself after the fucking day I'd had.

So I figured, why the hell not. It's not like I hadn't fantasized about Nolan before. It didn't mean anything.

At least that's what I told myself as I let his image fill my brain, as I allowed myself to fantasize about driving my aching cock in Nolan's tight little ass while he begged me to fuck him faster, harder.

"That's it, come for Daddy," Mr. Big Cock grunted from my speakers.

And I did.

I came like a fucking geyser, with a frustrated growl. "Fuck!"

I don't know how long I stayed there, frozen with my hand on my weeping cock, but it felt like forever.

When I finally opened my eyes to survey the mess I'd made, I felt awash with a mix of emotions.

Shame.

Embarrassment.

Desire.

Guilt.

Sadness.

I couldn't remember coming that hard ever. Which is why I knew I needed to do whatever I could to forget what had just happened.

You've got to get a hold of yourself, Dawson. You've got to forget tonight, forget Nolan altogether.

And as I regrettably stopped the video, and I cleaned myself of what may have been the equivalent of the Guinness World Record's largest load ever, I promised myself I'd do just that.

I would forget Nolan Harding and his stupid, pretty face and whimper, his blush, his soulful brown eyes and nerdy glasses.

But first, I was going to make him pay for ruining my fucking life.