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Excerpt:I usually sleep with my bedroom door closed, but that night, as the thought of Julian sleeping opposite to me, and that if he left his room he would see me sleeping, excited me. I decided then to sleep naked. It was not new, as I usually do it in summer, but never with the door open and with a hot man to whom I desired to possess with all my heart. It was clear, however, that because of the heat and my excitation it would be almost impossible to sleep tight the entire night.

I needed to unload all that was inside my cock but the fear to be discovered was bigger. Time passed and my cock did not stop urging me to be massaged so I decided that I deserved to masturbate thinking in Julian. I whispered his name to listen to myself and I started to caress my chest. My fingers looked electrical going smoothly through my nipples while my other hand was caressing my big cock. Slowly because I wanted to enjoy the moment, I commenced to pull and push my foreskin with such a parsimony that drives me crazy. In my mind, images crossed. Julian lighting his smoke. Julian with a small towel round his waist. Julian passing his cigarette to my lips. The smell of smoke and sweat. Julian's big and hard nipples. Julian's half-shaved face. His chest covered by soft silk. Julian's smell when going out of the shower. His smile. Julian on the door staring at me through the smoke. His hand over my shoulder to congratulate me for having learned to smoke... I opened my eyes just before my orgasm in an unconscious gesture while my hand moved quickly over my erect penis that I wanted to suck myself.

A red flash surprised me just while I was letting myself go. Julian was at my door. He had just dragged his cigarette and I could swear that the brightness of it has reflected in his grey eyes that were directly staring at me. He had a glass of brandy, and he was only wearing that silk male thong that so much excited me. That vision, whether imagined or not, made me ejaculate as I had never done before moaning his name as low as I could. Drops of semen fell to my chest and even to my face. My hand did not stop making my cock while imagining Julian looking at myself while I was masturbating thinking of him. I was being stained by my semen while I extended it all over my body with my hand as well as sucking my stained fingers. When I finally opened my eyes, there was nobody there. I might have imagined it. That thought calmed myself down, because with the lack of excitation and after being conscious of having whispered his name during my orgasm, I did not want Julian to discover anything. Quieter, I finally got to sleep.

When I got up the following morning almost at midday, Julian was not at home. Supposedly, he was working and I saw my chance. I entered his room and saw his unmade bed, an ashtray full of butts on the night-table, just next to a glass where, seemingly, there had been an alcoholic drink. On the floor, next to a series of paper tissues that might have been used to clean his tight body of a nocturne hand job (or that was what I wished), his silk thong was lying. Even though I had greatly unloaded the night before, my cock started to get bigger and bigger. I wanted to rub it against my face, I wanted to inhale its odor. It smelled to rust, to his penetrating and masculine cologne, and semen. It smelled the same way my underclothes smell after having masturbated. I couldn't help but licking and tasting all that with my tongue. I put my clothes off and put the thong on. I searched for the pajamas and I also put it on. I lied on his bed, I rolled through the sheets over which his body has sleep, I used some of the remaining butts... In those moments, I felt just like him. I was Julian. I was so excited that I wanted to do a hand job in his bed, so that he would lie where I had ejaculated. But the phone rang and it interrupted me.

It was him on the phone. He had had a great success in his business and he wanted to invite me to have lunch at a luxury restaurant. He told me to get dress and he would wait for me having a beer in a bar just round the corner. We were going to eat alone in a restaurant. I felt special for having been remembered. I also wanted to be attractive, I wanted to feel attractive. I had a shower thinking what type of men would he like in case he liked men. I had no idea but I wanted to look just like him. I put grease on my hear, a blue lignum shirt and camel cargo trousers. The special part of my outfit consisted of a pair of navy blue lira boxers, that of course and to my disgrace, he would never see, but that made me feel very sexual.