Part One: Best Friends
Part Two: Uncharted Territory
Eric sits there, feeling lost and confused. He wants to pound at Adam's door and demand answers, but he also knows he should probably give Adam some space. While he is concerned for his friend, Eric can't help but feel a twinge of anger at Adam leaving him high and dry. Was it something he said? Did he push too hard? He tries to calm himself down, taking deep breaths, but it doesn't help. Was he just not good enough for Adam?
He rocks back and forth as a barrage of thoughts assault his mind. How dare Adam leave him here alone after kissing him back. He stands up and paces around the room as he tries to calm himself down again. He needs to give Adam some time, but he feels abandoned. He had let himself hope that they could be something more, what a stupid decision. He walks to Adam's door and knocks twice, hoping to hear his friend's voice from the other side, but he gets no reply. He almost begins to pound on the door in his frustration but stops himself. Instead, stalks back to his own room and slams the door.
Eric drops face down on his bed as anger and confusion courses through him. What the hell even happened there? Was he really dumb enough to believe that someone like Adam would be into his scrawny ass? He tosses and turns, unable to find a comfortable position as sleep eludes him completely.
As the night wears on, his mind replays the events from earlier, trying to make sense of it all. Why had Adam not tried to stop him? Or had he tried and gotten ignored by Eric? He goes down the spiral as he stares at the ceiling. When he picks up his phone to distract himself, he finds that he can't focus on anything else. Eric gives up on the tactic after about an hour, he throws his phone on the bed with a sigh and yells into a pillow.
Even though his emotions are in complete turmoil right now, the memory of having his muscular roommate by the balls is crystal clear in his head. Eric sits up, feeling the warmth spreading in his groin, his dick starting to chub up again. Annoyed at his own body, he decides that the best way to deal with it is to get the release that he was denied when Adam decided to bolt.
Eric reaches into his shorts and takes out his semi-hard dick, starting to stroke it slowly, reliving their wrestling match in his head. He remembers how Adam's strong and solid body had seemed utterly helpless when Eric had punted his dangling package from behind. How the heavy orbs deformed as Eric had punched them from below. And then there was that moment when Eric had his hand wrapped around Adam's manhood, a promise to get him back for when he'd flattened Eric's own package. It all comes rushing back to him as his hand moves faster on his rock hard dick.