hooked | brightwin

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win hurriedly gets inside the bathroom with the soft cushion placed on top of his crotch. his heart is beating so fast, but it can't remove the fact that he cares more about his throbbing dick which looks like it badly wants to get out of his pants.

he doesn't know why he reacted that way to bright - his best friend whom he has known since they were kids and the person who taught him how to masturbate.

when they were in middle school, it didn't matter to him when they'd watch porn together and jerk off until they cum even if they could see each other's dicks. win thought it was normal since they would do it whenever their body feels the need to release, but they've always done it individually.

win had always looked at the screen with the female porn star moaning and grinding on top of a man but never on bright. at least not when they last did it two years ago, and win's eyes focused on bright's shaft and it had always been in his head whenever he'd masturbate alone.

that never happened again. bright didn't care, or at least that what he showed win. like he didn't care and simply brushed it off until it was forgotten - but not in win's mind.

he's had sex with women, mostly those whom he met on a dating app, but every time he's near the climax he'd imagine bright's face, panting and screaming his name. the ending is he'd always feel sorry for the woman he's having sex with because he didn't take her seriously. win knows that every time he does that, he's being an asshole. a complete asshole, just like what bright always tells him.

but he also knows that he doesn't have much of a choice, too. he can't just admit to bright that he's having sexual thoughts about him and expect that he'd still think of him as his best friend. the least thing win wants is to lose him, and he'd never confess anything if it means having to secretly face the sexual urges when opportunity presents itself. no, never.

win bites his lower lip as he tugs his zipper down. when his cock flings open, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle as he looks at the tip already oozing with pre-cum. he's damned. he's fucking sure he's damned.

as his index finger touches the tip, he lets out a soft moan making sure no one would hear him. his sensitivity is on its peak. the mere touch of his fingers already made him shook, but it felt like his insides are vibrating when he holds his cock and starts moving his hand up and down.

he takes shallow breaths as his body keeps on shaking whenever he'd tighten his hold. he's near. he's nearing his release, and the image is there again. in his head, there's bright with beads of sweat trickling down his collar bone, moaning his name, with his hand finding its way in his ass hole.

win finds his cock throb as his cum spurts on the tiled floor, his middle finger tucked in his hole and a loud moan escaping from his mouth.