Bored out of his mind, Eric leaned against the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen and sipped his wine. He cursed his best friend Greg for suggesting he host this house-warming party and cursed himself even more for allowing Greg to plan it and send out the invites. Now, standing alone, surrounded by Greg's friends, Eric was struck hard by just how empty his life had become.
His eyes scanned the room before him and rested on a sensational ass, an upside-down heart-shaped one, his weakness. Encased in a skin-tight sheath of a dress, her ass narrowed to a thin waist. His upward intake of her fabulous body was interrupted by a pair of male hands on her back. Sighing, Eric was about to look away when he noticed how gently the hands ran slowly down her back. The man's hands were large and strong but touched her with such tenderness that Eric was captivated by it. He longed to touch her like that, to feel her soft and supple skin beneath his fingers. He concentrated on how she would feel, how smooth her skin would be under his hands, how his smaller and thinner hands would touch her with the same tender devotion her boyfriend or husband did now.
He ran a hand through his collar-length mane of black, curly hair as his bright periwinkle eyes continued to soak up the sensual sight before him. He knew women found him very attractive, but yet he was alone once more on a Saturday night. At his own house-warming party at that. He had not seen Greg in over an hour and assumed Greg had run off with some twink he had invited over for himself. He only hoped the pair were not in his bedroom right now. He had already decided to finish his glass of wine and then lock himself in his bedroom until his ‘guests’ left.
He continued to watch as he took another sip of wine, conscious of the fact he was staring but not caring if anyone in the room noticed. After all, he barely knew most of the people here and did not know this couple at all. He watched now as the man’s hands slid achingly slowly lower and lower down her back as they slowly swayed to the soft music that played. Eric could not peel his eyes away from the couple, entranced by how they moved together, to the music but with a rhythm born of countless hours spent entwined together. They moved like long-time lovers and Eric stifled a deep sigh as he wished he had a woman he could move with like that.
The man’s hands moved to cup the woman’s ass cheeks and Eric felt the stirrings of arousal. He pulled at the front of his trousers unconsciously. He could not see her face at all from this angle but her body was sensational and Eric cursed the man for being so fortunate. The woman’s straight chestnut hair slipped over her shoulders and back as they moved, caressing her bare skin as tenderly as her lover’s hands did her behind. Her hands glided over his shoulders to join behind his neck.
Eric’s eyes moved back down her body and he observed the man begin to knead the woman's ass slowly, passionately, almost with reverence. He longed to feel an ass like that in his hands, to feel a shapely body pressed tightly against his, a woman’s warm breath caressing his neck as she moaned with the pleasure of him massaging her. He longed for the feel of her tender lips against his, her wet tongue probing his mouth. He longed to feel her arousal-swollen pussy under his lips and fingers and to then plunge his tongue into her wetness to savour her passion. He felt the stiffening of his cock and he shifted his body slightly, resting his buttocks on the stool behind him. Being caught staring at a couple was one thing. Being caught staring at a couple with his trousers tented out before him was another matter.
He finally tore his eyes away from the couple to place his wine glass down on the counter behind him, intent on arranging himself when he turned back as the growing bulge in his pants was becoming uncomfortable. When Eric righted his body, his breath caught in his throat. The man was staring back at him and something in the other man's expression told Eric he had been for some time. Eric’s eyes quickly took in the other man, his undeniably handsome face with a square jaw, full lips and sharp cheekbones all topped with close cropped tawny hair. He looked to the man's dark brown eyes as they locked gazes and was certain he saw lust there. Not just for the woman he was fondling, but for Eric as well.
Eric’s first instinct was to look away but as he continued to hold the other man’s gaze, he could not. The corners of the man’s lips turned up slightly but unmistakably. He dipped his head to rest his chin on the woman’s shoulder and, as he intensified his stare, gave the woman’s ass a hearty squeeze. Eric squirmed on the stool. He could not account for why the man’s intense look turned him on. But now, his eyes deeply locked with the man’s he could not ignore the hardening that continued in his pants. He was becoming uncomfortable sitting and longed to get up, to relieve some of the pressure, but was now certain his erection would be spotted.
Trapped, Eric sat where he was and continued to stare. He watched as the man, keeping his eyes trained on Eric, moved his head slightly to whisper in the woman’s ear. An instant later she turned and Eric’s heart began to hammer. She wore an expression identical to her partner’s. It was pure lust. Eric moved his head in annoyance as a partygoer walked through his sight line. Connecting with the couple again, he saw the man had moved behind the woman, both still swaying to the music.
Now Eric had two sets of eyes upon him and his cock responded with a mighty throb. The woman smiled slightly at him. She was petite and compactly built, with full breasts and hips her face entrancingly beauty. She was definitely Eric’s type. But his eyes were drawn back up to the man, despite the display of ample cleavage before him. He knew the man wanted him and he was as confused by this as he was aroused by it. He shelved this confusion, not willing to dissect it at that moment. He only wanted to continue to watch and continue to bask in the heat of the man’s licentious stare.
The man began to run his hand down the woman’s sides slowly, enticingly and with the utmost devotion. Eric swallowed hard. When his hands reached her hips, the man glided them forward until they met over her crotch. Eric distinctly saw him cup her and rub gently. He shifted on the stool, his erection straining against his trousers now. He hated every person in this room save the couple. He wished they would all disappear. He longed to free his cock and run his hand along its rigid length as he watched.
Despite the fact he knew others were present, he was annoyed again as someone walked in front of him. He imagined it was only the three of them in the room. He thought the couple did as well as the man touched her with no regard for being spotted doing so. The couple only had eyes for Eric and him for them. His hand began to rub his thigh, stroking it up and down, slowly and in rhythm with the man’s movements. His cock twitched and he bit back a moan. Decorum was all that prevented him from pulling his cock out and pleasuring himself.
His hands glided up the woman’s softly rounded belly then her ribcage to her breasts. Eric could now only picture those hands on his body. The man was sturdily built, not slight as Eric was, and he imagined the man’s hands to be strong and calloused. The thought of such hands, virile rough hands, caressing his body so gently had his cock straining harder, now desperate for release. The man pressed tightly against the woman and began to circle his hips as he smoothly skated his hands over her breasts. The contrast of how roughly he ground against her while barely touching her breasts had Eric close to moaning aloud.
Eric could not help the movement of his hand. It was upon his erection before he could think of what he was doing. He forced his hand to palm the length of his cock now, delivering some much needed pressure but barely resisting the urge to do more, to touch himself with more force, more conviction. He longed to wrap his hand around his girth and stroke himself. He was squirming on the stool again, scarcely preventing his hips from bucking.
He was aware he had not made eye contact with the woman for some time. His eyes could only lock on the man’s, on the rising tide of tumultuous passion he saw within those eyes. He knew his eyes held the same look, he could feel it as surely as he could feel how impossibly hard his cock was. Movement caught his eye and he saw the woman rub her head against the man’s and then shift her body to whisper in his ear. The man nodded and the two parted.
The man took the woman’s hand in his and led her toward Eric. His eyes widened and his stomach lurched but his heart began to race with a sexually-charged anticipation.