Water By The Bed

I usually keep a glass of water by the side of my bed, but the glass I had been using had been on my bedside table for, well, who knows how long it had been there, all I can say it that the rim was sticky with a substance of an undetermined nature. I’m talking right around the rim. When I held the glass up to the light, it looked like it had half wheels of, let’s say, slime all around the rim. I took it to the kitchen earlier in the day, without getting a clean glass to replace.

I woke, what seemed like it must have been 4am, 5am, to see that I had been in bed for an hour and a half, only. I reached out for a sip of water only to find, of course, there was no water to be had.

I got up to fetch a fresh glass from the kitchen.

I headed down the hallway, clearly Daniel was watching some TV in the lounge room.

I am just naturally a quiet walker in the middle of the night, stealth like some may say, it is not deliberate, it is just how I am, so Daniel didn’t hear me coming.

When I got to the lounge room door, Daniel was whacking off on the couch. He’d put a dvd in and had pulled his trackies and jocks down to his ankles and was jacking off to some chick porn. He looked hot.

Now, I might have said something, probably not. Coughed, maybe, we are not usually so embarrassed by such things. It is just life, after all. I might have backed away leaving him to it, which is what I would have done, but right at that moment, he started to huff and puff and started to whack furiously, and I couldn’t look away, and he spoofed a huge fucken load into the air, like a fountain, not giving a dam where it landed.

It gave me a fat, I can tell you. Too pervy? Yeah, sure it was. But it all happened so quickly, I didn’t have a chance to think anything about it.

But… there I was standing in the doorway in my jocks with a bloody great horn. I had to back away very quietly, and quickly, before Daniel got up and headed in my direction to the bathroom.

I told Steve, he said he wanted to watch too.