Pretty Boy

My Hands Are Shaking From Holding Back From You

I instantly feel the heat, crawling up in my neck, and I try not to blush at Serge catching me while jacking off. Though the idea of him walking in on me while I was thinking about a guy is definitely confusing, my dick is apparently not turned off from the idea of it as it continues to stay as hard as wood. Fuck.

My eyes once again locks on his, and I couldn't help but feel the tension between us as my breathing becomes ragged from the intensity of it all.

I forcefully glance my eyes away from his stare and try to act as normal as possible. Serge didn't bother to talk anymore as he continues to get my dad's pants that were hanging near the shower and take his wallet from the pocket.

I should probably just head off and clean myself since the interaction just felt too weird. But even after he leaves, I couldn't help my hand from continuing to jack myself off and try to think about the boy once again. This time is kind of different though, because as I feel his lips running down my body, Serge is the one filling in its face.

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I fully expected for us to have an awkward trip since the incident we had in the shower was truly conflicted. But somehow, we managed to just escape the whole scenario, and we continued to talk about topics far away from dicks and jerking off during the whole car ride.

"We're here." Serge exclaims while getting out of the car.

We had already stopped in front of their house and I couldn't help but see the nerves that's crawling up to Serge right now when I glances back at him. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asks.

He just rubs both his hands together and brings them to his face. "Yeah, let's just get this over with." 

Even though his words seem reassuring, the nervous tone he's giving just makes it seem kind of the opposite. I definitely don't want him to face his mom right now if he thinks that he's not ready yet. But even as I try, he just blocks me out and continues to knock on their house's entry.

The door just takes about a minute to open, and when it does, we are brought to the sight of his mom's instant delight just by seeing her son on their steps.

It's definitely warming to see them together once again since it's already been a week. I could tell how much she misses Serge just by the way she handles him with a deep hug and tears running down her face.

"I'm sorry." Serge says, while burying his face in his mom's shoulder.

"Oh honey, you shouldn't be," she answers, while patting his back. "I should've just consulted you about it rather than flashing it suddenly in your face. I shouldn't have said that to you, Serge, and I'm truly sorry. We miss you so much. Just...don't do that again, okay?" She continues.

I think that there's probably not even any reason for him to feel unsure about meeting them again because I know how much they love Serge. But even as I ask him why he doesn't want to see them, all he answers is that he's too afraid for his mom to bring up the topic once again, which they could do, but hopefully they won't because it's definitely sensitive for Serge to talk about.

Calla finally notices my presence as she meets my gaze and smiles at me while cutting off their hug.

"Hi. Hogan, Uhh, sorry about all of this. Do you want to come in?" Calla asks while wiping her tears with her hand.

"It's no problem at all, and I would love to come in if it isn't any bother," I try to answer with ease, and she flashes me a bright smile.

"Of course it isn't. Come on in," she waves her hand for us to follow her and leads us to their house.