The Shadow soared over the small town, held aloft by the dreams of the residents below. It could taste each one as it passed. Nostalgic fantasies were round and fragile, like bubbles. Sweating embarrassments - "I forgot there was a test!," "What's my line?" - were common, and dull. The sharp edges of nightmares tasted like iron. The Shadow steered clear of those - it had been lost in one for a few decades, and didn't care to go back.
Few wet dreams tonight,
the Shadow was sad to observe. It was still adjusting to the modern world, and something called "midterms" seemed to be distracting everyone from what was important in life: sex. A terrible shame. The Shadow had spent countless centuries observing human desire. It was always surprised by what excuses they could find to not consummate their attraction.
Thank the powers that be that
I'm
here to remind them...
The Shadow snatched a promising string on the web of desire, and followed it to a dorm on the south end of the campus. The string frayed, writhing like a hydra's head. The Shadow couldn't see through the drawn blinds, but someone inside was
very
horny, their attraction pulled in dozens of different directions. The Shadow licked its lips (as much as a being without a face could.)
Excellent
.
It slipped in through the space between the window panes. On the other side was a boy in a chair, facing the TV, masturbating furiously.
Oh
.
~~~~~~~~
Georgi bit his lower lip and moaned as quietly as he could. He was masturbating furiously. He had connected his laptop to the TV he shared with his roommate, and was trying to enjoy a luxurious 1080p HD wanking experience. It was midterms, and he only had the room for a few hours before Theo got back. This was his chance to unwind and finally release the pent up energy he'd been storing all semester. It was October - he hadn't cum since August.
It wasn't intentional. Not at first. The first few weeks of college were an exciting blur - so many new people, things to see, and late nights exploring his newfound freedom. He didn't realize it had been so long until one morning last month, when he woke up with a painfully needy erection. He had started rubbing it without thinking. Pushing his head with gentle force, cupping it with his palm down so he could use his fingers to trace circles around his frenulum. He had already started leaking when he heard Theo stir. Georgi froze. He forgot that his roommate was sleeping just a few feet away.
He sat there in shocked silence, hand still cupping his twitching cock, before he heard Theo's breathing become steady again.
Thank god, he didn't notice.
Georgi grabbed his towel and snuck out of the room. Maybe a shower would calm him down. The warm water only seemed to make it worse, though. He bent his head against the tiles, feeling the heat trickle across his shoulders and down his body, all the way to his tight, athletic ass. He glanced over his shoulder. The shower stall was covered in two plastic curtains. Maybe he could get away with it...
He peeked outside to make sure. The first thing he saw was a huge poster on the opposite wall, featuring a cartoon sperm with a speech bubble that just said: DON'T. It extolled the issues that semen would cause to the building's pipes. Their RA, Jessica, had hammered this problem into their heads during freshman week. Apparently it was an epidemic.
Georgi bit his lip.
Alright...
he thought. He triple checked that there were no stragglers. He was the only one in the bathroom, probably the only person awake on the entire floor.
So all I have to do... is not cum.
He pulled the curtain shut and drove the cartoon sperm from his mind. Thus began his weeks-long edging session.
He became an expert at stroking himself just to the point of orgasm, letting go at the exact right time. It was annoying at first. He kept telling himself that the time would come when Theo would leave early, and he'd be able to lay back and really shoot out the load he'd been saving. But somehow the roomie always seemed to sleep in. So Georgi played with himself whenever he could find the time: in the shower, in his bed, even in a bathroom stall in the academic buildings. Those sessions had been
hot
. He planted his feet firmly on the tiled floor so anyone who might look wouldn't think anything of him, while his arm quickly pumped away at his slender, curved penis. Once, he stepped out after a quick "refresher" to wash his hands and was shocked to see someone had been in the stall next to him the entire time. He hurried out before he could see who it was. He was embarrassed at first, dreadfully afraid at being known as some pervert -
And edged himself three times in the shower that night to the thought of it. The thrill, the risk, had unlocked something inside him. The more edged, the more intoxicated he felt, and the more his subconscious lingered around sex. His dreams were getting rowdier. He dreamt every night about some beautiful girl from the dorm - curvy Rashida, shy Gracie, elfin Shannon, or even RA Jess - fucking him and edging him and making him save his ever-growing cumshot just for them. Once, he even dreamed of an anonymous guy sucking him off through a gloryhole in that bathroom stall where he almost got caught. Georgi didn't think of himself as bi, but the more he edged, the more open-minded he felt.
Anything that gets me off
, he told himself.
Without actually getting me off, of course. Not until the time is right.
The stress of midterms finally broke him. He had spent all night in the library, surrounded by empty coffee cups and stacks of textbooks. He had enrolled in a very ambitious physics course to get a requirement out of the way, and was regretting his early confidence. He was midway through pouring a sixth cup when his heart started palpitating, and he knew he had to stop.
I need to relax...
His phone chimed at the exact moment - Theo, saying he was hooking up with Gracie from the fourth floor, and wouldn't be coming back until tomorrow.
It was like a gift from heaven. He packed up his things, rushed home, and got into bed more excited than ever. He would take a well-deserved nap, calm his heart, then wake up in an empty room and start pleasuring his morning wood.
There's nothing like a nice long wank early in the morning,
he thought as he settled in to bed.
Once this caffeine-zombie exhaustion goes away, I'm giving you the attention you deserve, friend.
He gave his cock a friendly shake, almost like a hug, and fell asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~
The Shadow tilted its head in curiosity. It had seen humans masturbate countless times. So often, in fact, that the fizzling energy their self-pleasure produced was mostly just background noise for the fae. It
could
feed off of it, but in the same way that a whale might feed off krill. It would need thousands of the little sparks for it to be worth the effort. It was rarely anything like the delicious bite of power humans created when they made love. Nothing like the heaping twelve course meal that lovers emitted when they
fucked
.
This
was different, though. The Shadow watched as Georgi tilt his chair back, toes curling as he slid his hand up and down his slick cock - then stop, suddenly. He shivered and gripped the arms of his chair. The Shadow felt a wave of intense pleasure pulse out of the boy's body. The
desperation
was amazing. The Shadow's hands drifted towards its own pleasure points reflexively. It was
delicious
. The boy must have been saving himself for weeks for his joy to be this intense. The Shadow relaxed onto Georgi's bed - invisible, half phased out of his reality - and sat back to watch him go.
Georgi let his cock throb against the air. He pinched his nipples and massaged his pecs. He had edged so many times today that he had stopped counting. His door locked, the windows shades pulled low, he had spent almost the entire day - nearly twelve hours - edging. Beautiful, delicious, cockthrobbing, perfect
edging
-
That word was starting to trigger him.
