Collateral - Sex Stories

Collateral

... downstairs had broken down and was unable to be used. He huffed and puffed, heading up the stairs. Once he reached the 3rd floor, he pushed open the staircase door before entering the corridor hallway containing the hotel rooms. His suitcase rolled softly onto the shaggy carpet floor as he started his search for room 325. Once he found it, he stopped before extending his key, then opening the door before accidentally hitting his suitcase with it on the way in. Ezra took a deep sigh of relief as he had finally reached his destination. Some of his anxiety had waned off at the knowledge that he was somewhat safe and sound. Here there were no abusive fathers, no outstanding debt, no busy bakery and no seductive, domineering man.

At the thought of Stefan, Ezra blushed. His eyes widened at his reaction, he could feel himself get hot as memories of him and Stefan resurfaced. The young boy replayed the events of their coupling in his head over and over again, noticing his soft dick twitch in interest. He had never been touched like that but it turned him on to no end, to the point he willingly submitted to a stranger. He shook his head in embarrassment as if the motion would erase what he'd done. He acted like a whore, he thought bitterly. He remembered the man's firm hands, manhandling him and positioning him so gently to his advantage. The man was very attractive, Ezra silently admitted. He had never been close to a man of that caliber and the way he allowed the mafia boss to ...

... devour him made him hide his face in shame and arousal. In that moment, a vision of Stefan's devious smirk crossed his mind and he nearly squealed as heat pooled in his abdomen. He let out the breath he had been holding in before touching his chest, he could feel his heart beating fast. How could the man have so much impact on him and he was nowhere in his vicinity. Ezra tried to forget the man, as he would never see him again. Ezra ignored his desire as he took in the hotel room and it's set up. It was a simple room, adorned with a bathroom, one queen sized bed and a burnt orange couch. The bed was bigger, whiter and fluffier than the one he had at home and that said a lot considering he was in a run down hotel. He carefully placed down his belongings before laying down and spreading out like a starfish on the bed. He relaxed, his body tired from the recent events of his life and he closed his eyes sinking into the mattress.

He lay there for a moment before his mind wandered back to the dominating man plaguing his every thought. The more Ezra thought of Stefan the more aroused he got and before he knew it, his soft hand was reaching toward his bulge poking out his sweats. He was painfully hard. Ezra massaged his hard on, hissing at the pressure. At his own menstrations he moaned softly. He wasn't entirely unfamiliar with masturbation, as he had once been a hormonal teenage boy. From time to time he would engage in self pleasure but never went further until now. Ezra bit his ...