Hands On Learning

12. without permission

Looks like he and Halsey have something in common, he thought and started giggling, setting down his half drunk tea on his bedside table. He loved every time Mr. Styles commanded him to open his mouth and let him put his fingers in, wetting them so he could blur a phone number written on his arm, get Louis opened up enough to take his cock, or to simply fuck his mouth.

He moaned involuntarily and felt blood rush to his stiffening cock as he thought more about last weekend when Mr. Styles did that, fucking his mouth at the same time as him. God that was so good. And again when he got to ride him on the couch. Maybe he would fill him up again tomorrow if Louis was brave enough to ask. But what was he going to do about his now hard cock that was just demanding to be touched?

He was going to take care of it, that's what. He slipped under his blanket and laid down, getting comfortable. He placed his hand over his growing bulge, just the thin fabric of his boxer briefs as a barrier. He started to rub himself slowly, hand exploring the outline as he quickly got hard thinking about Mr. Styles on that first day when he was jerking him off, how he had asked if it felt that good when Louis did it.

That hand job had been worlds apart from the way Louis used to get himself off to gay porn when he was home. He decided to think about that instead of watching some boring video. He slipped his hand inside his pants and wrapped his fingers around his thick length that he considered pretty damn impressive for someone his height and size. He started to stroke his closed fist up and down in slow, dry pulls. He furrowed his brow, trying to decide which dirty memory to start with to get himself off to. Fuck porn, just thinking about Mr. Styles was so much better than those cheesy scripted men.

He rested his free hand on his chest and remembered a much stronger grip holding him down last Wednesday as he was jerked off mercilessly, wet kisses and small bites against his neck. Another small groan slipped from between his parted lips. He hadn't realized how much he liked to be controlled and dominated until he had to call a man his daddy.

Reminding himself of his turn on he dared to say it quietly, "Oh, daddy." He moved his fingers up to the head of his now throbbing cock and squeezed, making his hips jerk up in response. He shoved his hand all the way down, harshly, wanting to get on with it. He had thought this would be amazing, considering his cock had been mostly neglected by Mr. Styles whenever they had sex, probably simply because he could deny him that, then give him a couple quick tugs to make him come in his hand. But it wasn't good enough. He moved his hand quicker, his breath coming in gentle pants as he imagined it was his daddy's long fingers gripping him firmly and squeezing, asking him how badly he wanted it.

"Daddy, I want it so bad," he whispered desperately. He would be so embarrassed for Mr. Styles to realize he was talking dirty to himself as if the man was there, and touching him, getting him off. But Louis had done it once a few months ago, saying something about 'fuck me harder' while he watched a video. He knew it worked, so he pushed his embarrassment aside. His cock felt hot and ached a little from having been abused for what, ten minutes now? What the fuck he usually would be done by now, sprawled on the sheets and catching his breath as he wiped come off his hand with a tissue. His own hand wasn't going to be good enough. And he knew just the thing that would hopefully push him over the edge.

Everything in him screamed not to let go of himself and he groaned in frustration as he let go of his cock and pulled his boxers back up to cover himself. He stuck his head out his bedroom door and decided to just go for it. He tip toed downstairs to grab his bag and bring it back up to his room, shutting the door silently and pulling the lube out. Digging into the back of his closet he retrieved the toy that he had come to love from its hiding place in his shoe.

He rushed back to his bed and jumped on, wincing at the jolt to his sensitive body. He yanked his boxers down to his thighs, moving to his knees, then poured a generous amount of lube into his palm. He spread it on most of the plug, leaning forward to brace a hand against the bed, spreading himself out. He sucked in a sharp breath to feel the cold object enter him and paused. At least he could take his time. After a minute of adjusting, he slowly slid it all the way in and let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding.