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old feelings for and
fantasies about Rylan returned with a vengeance. Whenever I
pictured Rylan’s cocky smile or heard one of his snide comments, my
dick would start to swell.
    Damn . I flopped down onto the bed,
tossing my arm over my eyes, and tried to will away the erection
that was building.
    What the hell is happening to me? I’m not
gay. I’m not attracted to men.
    You’re attracted to Rylan though , my
inner voice piped up. You want him. You’ve always wanted
him.
    Fuck ! I hissed, hating the fact that
my inner voice was right. I couldn’t describe how or why I wanted
Rylan because it made no sense to me, but I couldn’t change the
fact either. Not that I’d ever admit it to anyone. Hell, I could
still barely admit it to myself.
    My cock began to ache beneath the
constricting denim of my jeans. Shifting, I grabbed my phone off
the nightstand and checked the time. Thankfully, there were still a
few minutes before I had to leave, so I could meet Rylan at the
mall and finish up some last minute best man errands for the
grooms.
    Hastily I unzipped my pants, releasing my
hard length. With one hand I picked up the familiar quick rhythm
I’d perfected over the years while, with the other hand, I gently
fondled the lace panties that lay beside me on the bed. I closed my
eyes again and imagined wearing only the panties and stockings from
Rylan’s package. The thought had my cock thickening in my hand.
    I wondered what Rylan would do if he saw me
as I was in my fantasy. Would he be intrigued? Disgusted? Would he
laugh at the big manly jock dressed in women’s clothes like a
sissy? Would he get hard? Would seeing me in satin and lace turn
him on or was his goal really just to humiliate me?
    I continued to stroke, spreading the tiny
drops of precum around my thick, cut head with every pass. In my
fantasy, Rylan liked what he saw. His cock was hard. I could see it
bulging and tenting his pants. He’d beckon me toward him, and I’d
eagerly follow, his eyes never leaving my cock. As soon as I’d come
close enough, he’d reach out and touch me through the thin, white
lace. It’d be a slight touch, tracing the mushroom-shaped head of
my cock with only his fingertips, but it’d be enough.
    “Oh shit! Uuuugghhh! Mmmmm, oh god,” I swore,
exploding in my hand at the thought of Rylan barely touching me.
Streams of thick, white cum shot out of my dick onto my bare
stomach and chest. I continued to pump my cock furiously, wanting
to draw out the sensations for as long as possible.
    As I lay there, trying to catch my breath, I
wondered once more how I was going to make it through the next few
days with Rylan, as Jamie’s best man, constantly at my side.
Frustrated, I made my way to the bathroom, still shaky from the
impact of my orgasm. After washing and zipping up, I studied my
reflection in the mirror, frowning. Rylan’s teasing comments about
my size and strength filtered into my thoughts. It was clear he
wasn’t physically attracted to me. Not that I needed to be told I
wasn’t his type. I’d seen the pictures of Rylan’s boy toys on his
various social media sites over the years.
    His boyfriends/lovers were all small, pale,
thin, and studious looking or in other words, the complete physical
opposite of me. I could never compete with that.
    Do you want to? My inner voice
asked.
    No! Yes. Aw hell, I don’t know?
    Throwing the hand towel down on the counter,
I grabbed a T-shirt I’d left behind earlier and stormed out the
door and down the hall.
    “You know what? Fuck it!” I swore aloud as I
headed down the stairs.
    In two days I’d have an extra grand in my
pocket. Maybe it’ll be enough for a deposit on my own place far
away from Rylan , I thought cheerily. Then I could go back to
forgetting all about him, back to my normal, heterosexual life. Yeah, that sounds promising , I lied to myself as I hit the
bottom step.
    “Maybe you could ease up on the f-bombs a
little, Scottie?” A familiar female voice