Lust Thirsty: Cody’s Retention

Lust Thirsty: Cody's Retention is a short story collection with varying POVs of characters who are a little...hot and bothered.

Follow Cody, Myles, and Dhavie through their daily lives to see if they're able to bring their inner desires to a steamy climax and escape their mundane realities, even if just for a moment.

--Cody--

Ugghh...

I promised myself I wouldn't...

The daylight seeps through the curtains of my bedroom window, illuminating the many posters on my bedroom wall and intruding on the ambiance of my purposefully set dark room.

I hate waking up this way and always telling myself I will change the setup, do sum Feng Shui, or whatever, but I never get to it. I mean, who has time for that shit, anyway?

Redecorating is the least of my problems at the moment...

Something else has my attention: thoughts from my dreams, the one place my mind runs free, and I can't put up a filter.

The temptation is unbearable, the desire for release is clawing at my insides viciously as I twist between my sheets attempting to ignore the stiffening of my cock as it presses against my tight boxers causing me to leak from my shaft and slightly cream my drawers sticky.

It's his fault... fucking Dhavie.

I decided to remain abstinent way before I met him; I read an article once about how semen retention had its benefits, and I must admit, I felt better overall, at least I did until I met him, and I became ravenously horny.

A tug, one tug can't hurt.

I slide my hand into my boxer briefs and instantaneously feel the heat of lust rush through me like a powerful jolt from an electric shock.

Fuck.

It's crazy how turned on I am by the feeling of my own precum. It's so warm and sticky around my fingers, it's the perfect amount of wetness to lube me up as I tug away at my throbbing cock.

I can't help it.

I glide my hand loosely around my dick and lose myself in the moment for just a second....

...oh God yes...

...fuck...

...just a few more seconds.

It's overbearing, the combination of the desire to release and me slightly giving into my impulses instinctively causes me to force my head back into my pillow and arch my back as I feel my balls tighten and I helplessly force out a deep grunt.

Fuck... Dhavie...

Okay, you have to stop.

STOP!

After a few deep breaths, I somehow muster up the strength to bring my hand back above my sheets, happy I haven't given too far into the deadly sin that seems to be taunting me nonstop lately.

40 days Cody... you've made it 40 days.

I can't keep doing this. This is insane. I can't lust this hard for a man I barely know... or can I?

It's no secret that the rules of life are just made up to maintain order. Why can't I just walk over and confess my attraction to a guy that I find extremely alluring, confident, and...

Stop!

I start to bring my thoughts to work and how boring the day will be, transaction after transaction, fake smile after fake smile, and it works. I'm back to reality. Thoughts about my job are always a total boner killer.

I manage to get out of bed and do my walk of shame through my messy room, kicking my laundry to the side and making my way to the mirror of my dresser.

You really are pathetic, Cody, get it together.

I continue my pep talk as I take my reflection in, my skin is pale and the dark circles under my eyes are telling, I barely get any sleep, constantly looking for ways to fix the life I've fucked up, to correct the mistakes that left me here alone, working retail, in my thirties.

The thought of tussling my already messy black hair in the mirror pops in and out of my mind quickly before I realize I need to catch a quick shower before work, so what's the point?

I'll just have to fix it again after I shower, anyway.

As I drag my feet to the bathroom, the thoughts of how I'm going to make it through the day are popping in and out of my head, ideas surrounding anything to keep me distracted from the reality of how systematic my job is, processing return after return, hearing complaint after complaint.

God, I need a career change.

I get the water running until it comes to a comfortable temperature, a nice warm relaxing stream, something to clear my head, to give me a moment of peace before I tread into utter hell.

I slide my boxers off and slip into the shower, immediately feeling my muscles relax as the water beats against my skin; I can't help but close my eyes and enjoy the moment, to just relish in the glory of having to do absolutely nothing, the beauty of being completely bare and worry less in a world that wants you to feel exactly the opposite.

I can't live in this moment forever.

Reaching for my body wash and loofah seems like a task in itself, but I manage to do it and begin to lather my body as I snap myself back into reality.

I did my best not to get too turned on in the shower, but I swear ever since I've started this semen retention thing, or as the hipsters call it, no-fap journey, everything turns me on.

I might've slipped up a bit, figuratively and literally when thoughts of my hot neighbor Dhavie popped into my head...I couldn't control myself as I slid a finger up and down my slightly fuzzy crack and into my tight and needy hole, and dammit, it felt good.

A little exploration never hurts as long as I don't go all the way and, like I said, it's his fault, not mine. No one told him to be so damn hot.

God, he is fucking gorgeous.

That slender body frame, that tight ass in those jeans, his bulge proudly on display in whatever he is wearing.

I bet he wouldn't have the same problem I have whenever I decide to explore my body.

I bet he could find that sweet spot, give me that intensity I only ever hear or read about, but me, I can never find it. Every exploration is a failure, leaving me hungry for more.

Failure seems to be the theme of the day as I find myself finally dressed and ready to head to retail hell aka my job at the local Tech Craze.

As I make my exit from my apartment and slam the door shut, I can't help but think...

How the hell did I get here in my life?

Better yet, how the hell do I make it better?