Lust Thirsty: Cody’s Retention

---Myles---

"Un-hhh Fuck!"

I'm mesmerized by the man on my screen as he spreads his legs and lies back on his lawn tractor in nothing but a busted-open red flannel shirt and a tan backward cap.

His short hair is messy and greasy, and he props his legs up, leans back, and spreads his cheeks, inviting me in.

I watch as he bites down hard on his hot pink lips, surrounded by stubble, turning them temporarily red as he begins smacking his own ass in the broad daylight.

I want to be there; I want to show him who's boss.

I want him to twist and moan eagerly while I spread his tight cheeks on the tractor and bury my face in his ass swirling my tongue around his hole teasingly while he begs for more, leaving him wanting nothing more than to be filled with throbbing length.

"Un-hhh yes, play with my fucking hole!"

I'm lost in him as he tosses his head back on the tractor and begins to finger his sweet spot, the arch in his back and the tenseness of his body make his muscles look more defined, and his dick looks absolutely mouth-watering and aching to release.

The sweat dripping all over his physique makes him glisten like the filthiest thing on that lawn right now, but I bet if I were there, we could make it filthier. We could get absolutely dirty.

This is it, he's the one.

I crank up the volume on my T.V. so my small studio apartment can fill with his groans and grunts as he fucks himself eagerly on my screen.

My dick is completely rock hard and as I get up from my wooden chair I feel like an absolute primal beast in his den, ass naked curtains open because I don't care who watches a part of me want to get caught.

"Yes Daddy, fuck, come get this country man-cunt, it's all yours, ughh."

The sound of his voice begging and moaning makes my cock throb as I walk to my bedside drawer to grab my lube and my little bottle of magic that will intensify this experience to the max. I want to get lost in him; I want to blow my spunk all over my space, mark my fucking territory.

I feel like I couldn't get the bottle fast enough and as I sit back down in my chair; I fall into him. He now has a toy, a dildo of some kind, bright pink sliding in and out of him, stretching his hole as his eyes roll back in his head.

Once again, my cock twitches not only to his rugged voice but to the absolute pleasure he's experiencing, I want to be the one doing that to him I want to make him cum.

I take my first whiff of the popper bottle, and in a few seconds, I am gone.

I am completely absorbed by him and fill my hand with lube and begin to crank away at my dick mercilessly, as I watch the man on screen fall into his own pleasure.

The feeling is electrifying and every part of him is turning me, but there's something about when he starts to rub on his pecs and pinches on his hot pink nipples that sends my horniness through the roof.

The slapping of my skin is completely audible as I stroke my dick from my shaft to my nuts, pounding away, wanting to spray my load so badly not caring where it lands.

"Yes, Daddy fuckk." I watch as the man removes his hand from his toy and begins to ride the silicone dick all on his own.

"Yes, fuck yourself for Daddy... ride that..."

Beep... beep... beep.

9:30 a.m., an alarm notification pops up and covers the majority of my TV screen.

Aw man wtf...

I swear to God I hate smart devices.

My moment is ruined, the rush from the tiny bottle... gone.

The guy on the screen... I've lost interest.

And my boner... what boner?

Thoughts of having to get ready for work are always a total boner killer.

I get up from my chair still ass naked, unfulfilled, and now irritated.

It takes everything in me to make my way to my closet, the only thing not completely open in this floor plan, and grab my uniform from the racks and shelving, and toss the humiliating ensemble onto the sheets of my bed.

I need a new job, no one even respects me there, do this Myles, do that Myles, but is there ever a fucking thank you, Myles?

No, that's beyond their pay grade.

To them, I'm just some fucking nerd trying to make his way through college, and they're right, I am a nerd, a nerd that won't be stuck working at a Tech Craze for the rest of his life if I have anything to do with it.

I bet if they saw this enormous cock between my legs, they'd respect me, I can't help but chuckle and twist my hips a bit and watch all my glory sway from side to side.

It's strange but my last thought gets me going a little bit, it's getting me horny thinking about all those fuckers who've degraded me, not knowing my worth, and how one day I will be past this, dick out, counting dollar after dollar in my luxurious home that I've worked extremely hard for.

You know what?

Fuck that and fuck them. I'm going in late, I'm cumming myself into oblivion before I have to walk through the doors of that hellhole, no matter how long it takes.

I start to make my way back to the wooden chair in the middle of my apartment, but before I do, I take a minute to stand in front of my floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the world a view of me, Myles the hung nerd in all his glory.

The reality of it is, my apartment is on the fourth floor so it would be an extremely rare occurrence for anyone to actually see me, but if they do, take it all in baby, take it all in.

When I finally plop myself back into my chair, I begin scrolling through video after video, guy after guy, and the time is ticking by, none of them are doing it for me, it all seems so rehearsed, everyone calling each other daddy and begging to be fucked, it so... already been done.

But then something catches my eye, it's a scene with a college student and a professor, but it's not the scenario that's causing me to stiffen, all my professors are unattractive and dull, it's the guy playing the professor, he looks just like him, like Cody, my coworker.

Cody's a prick, he barely talks to me, and when he does it comes off very condescending, but there's something hot about him.

His messy hair, that tired look, how his clothes fit just right, but most of all, that ass, that perfect ass, not too much but not too little, exactly how I like it.

The thoughts about Cody have my cock at full attention, I lean back and click play on the video.

"So, you said you wanted that extra credit, right Tyson?" The professor asks as he walks closer to the student at his desk.

Ugh, how fucking cheesy, I click fast forward.

"Come on, get to the good parts," I grunt.

I stop at a scene where I see the college student's face buried deep in the professor's ass while they are both completely naked on the classroom floor.

"That's it." I glaze my dick and balls with a generous amount of lube and begin stroking slowly letting out a groan.

I click play.

"Yes, lick it, fucking earn it."

I keep stroking my meat with my left hand and feel the urge to take a bit of lube from my cock with my right and rub my nipple simultaneously, and I now know why that country boy liked it so much.

"Fuck" I tilt my head back just a little, enough to enjoy the sensation but still watch the hot guys go at it on my TV screen.

I'm pumping away at my dick, relishing in the scene, and just when I think it can't get any hotter, the college student switches positions now hovering over the professor, dick hard and ready to pound him on the tiled floor.

I pause the video, reach for my magic bottle, and get to the place of ecstasy.

I hit play.

"Ready to get fucked by this twenty-one-year-old cock?" He asks the professors with the most devious grin.

"Fuck yeah, Cody you ready?" I whisper to myself as I beat my dick switching hands getting completely lost, hearing the slapping echoing through my tiny studio.

When he enters him, it's no longer the professor and the student, I'm lost in this fantasy, it's me, I'm fucking the shit out of Cody on a cold tile floor.

I watch as they fuck and moan and I stroke myself faster and faster; I don't even know what reality is anymore. I'm completely melting. I can feel the drool dripping down my chest, mixing with the sweat I've mustered up from pumping my cock so hard.

I'm completely fucking gooning.

I know my small studio must smell filthy with musk and the thought of that mixed with the thought of being with Cody causes me to explode.

"Oh Fuck!" I can't help but yell and grunt.

I feel my eyes go crossed, my toes curl, and my muscles convulse as my cock erupts and shoots out streams and streams of creamy goo all over my body and apartment, glazing any and everything in the way with my seed.

"Fuck."

I lean back in my chair, panting and trying to catch my footing as I slowly creep back into reality.

When the rush of everything is finally gone, I close out the browser on my TV screen, move my wooden chair, and do a quick cleanup.

I fucking needed that.

When I check the time, it's already 10:30, so I rush and get ready, take a quick shower, throw on my uniform, and head in my car, a black 2001 beat-up Toyota Camry.

One day Myles, one day you'll drive in luxury, you just gotta keep going.

The drive was quick; I don't live too far away from Tech Craze, but as soon as I pull into the parking lot, I can already tell we are extremely busy, which means I'll probably get my ass chewed out by the boss for being over an hour late, but hey, I could've called out entirely so fuck you, boss.

I quickly clock in, check the board for my assigned register, and head to the front of the store, as I'm logging in, I hear a voice behind me.

"Really, Myles?"

"Why even show up if you're going to come in this late?"

"What were you playing video games or some shit you nerdy kids are into instead of taking care of your responsibilities like an adult?"

I ignore him and continue to log in.

"Hello? Earth to Myles." I grow slightly irritated as he waves a hand in front of my face.

"I woke up late, Cody, it happens... now there are customers waiting..." I gesture to the line in front of me.

"Ok, smartass." He responds and begins logging back into his station, the one next to mine, of course, because the universe just loves to torture me.

"I'll take the next in line," I shout to the frustrated line of customers waiting to process returns.

An older lady approaches me and gently places her laptop and receipt on the counter. "I don't know it just stopped working, I only bought it yesterday I just want a refund."

"I'll be happy to help you," I respond and begin processing her return.

I glance over at Cody while I work through my customer's request. As annoying as he is, he is still kind of hot. He's that older, mysterious type.

I can't help but chuckle to myself at the thoughts swirling around my head.

I'll be happy to help you too, Cody, whenever you're ready...

Whenever you're ready...