He shivered as he let an image form of a man with a handsome face and stocky build. Not anyone specific—Colby wasn’t interested in anyone he knew. This man was just what Colby wanted in a guy physically, at least—or what he always thought his lover would look like. Just concentrate on that, on how he looks. That’s all that matters for this. Ohhh, imagine him in cowboy boots and a tan Stetson. Oh yeah. It was surprisingly easy to envision an imaginary lover in tight jeans, boots, a thick leather belt with a silver buckle, and a pearl-snapped shirt. Colby only gave into the impulse on rare occasion, but when he did, the Western wear brought his lust up to another level of horny.
He had a thing for men in cowboy boots and belts.
Even so, after a few good strokes, it was easier still to have imaginary that lover wearing nothing but the boots and hat.
“Fuck. Uhn.” Colby would never really pursue anyone, but in his fantasy, he could pretend it was another man’s hand working his dick, teasing that sensitive bundle of nerves under the crown.
“Oh yes,” Colby hissed, bucking his hips. He raised one leg and used his other hand to rub his fingers over his asshole. It felt good, really good, though he didn’t linger long there. Just a little sensation was all he’d needed to ramp up the need coiling in his balls.
Colby pressed his thumb over his pucker then repositioned himself so he could massage his balls. He added just a hint of pressure there as he jacked himself faster.
His cock was harder than ever as he imagined a lover touching him with big, rough hands. Colby’s skin was smooth, pale, and his partner would have a darker complexion, which would be stunning in contrast.
Colby panted as he tightened his grip on his shaft. He might not beat off as much as he suspected he should, but when he did, he loved it. From the squelch of the lube as he stroked himself, to the way his body tingled and tightened, the clenching of muscles and flash of heat right before he came.
He only had to give his balls a tug and think of an open mouth, waiting eagerly for Colby to fuck it. The tan Stetson would fall off Colby’s fantasy man as he eagerly bobbed his head.
That was all it took and Colby jolted like he’d been tapped with a livewire. Cum splattered on his jaw and chest, then on his belly.
He shivered and loosened his hold on his cock as he slowed his stokes. Lethargy rolled over him and Colby let it. He had cum on him, and he might regret falling asleep like that, but he was too tired to get up and wash off.
That’d been the best climax he’d had in a long, long time. Colby put that down to him not having gotten off in a while. As he prepared to let sleep take him, he hoped that if he dreamed, he’d have someone with him in that fantasy world, too.
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About the Author
A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out.
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