The Handsome Stranger - Part 7

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

What had I done to deserve it? Why, once again, was I left feeling like shit? I hadn’t asked for Austin to come here, and yet, I was the one with a broken wrist, and an increasingly broken heart. Maybe this had been his plan all along. Perhaps he knew that he could force me to catch feelings for him, like some rabid disease that he was able to transmit with ease. Maybe Austin really was trying to hurt me, and once I’d taken the bait, he had decided to reel me only halfway in, and dangle me like a fish, from the side of his boat.

I marched around the house having arguments with myself about the whole thing. I blamed myself for getting into this mess in the first place. How had I been so stupid to believe that this mysterious, southern cowboy had any interest in me? Of course he was straight. What straw-chewing, boot-wearing, shed-fixing, car-mending cowboy wasn’t straight? Yet, there was no denying that his lips and mine had touched, if only for a second, and it was initiated by Austin.

I was upstairs before I even realised it, with my hand around the door handle to his bedroom. It was wrong, of course, to invade his privacy like this, but that’s not why I was doing it. At least, that’s what I was telling myself.

This was still my house. This bedroom was still the bedroom that Bradley had been in just weeks before. Technically, I had every right to walk around my own house, and if Austin wanted to go and gallivant with some bitch from across the street, and leave his bedroom completely unattended, then that was on him.

There was a cool breeze throughout the room. Both windows were open, and the curtains were halfway closed, letting in only a shred of light. I could smell his deodorant, and of course, I could smell him.

I was hit with instant regret as I stood next to his bed and looked around. I could tell myself all day long that it was my house, but the truth was, this was Austin’s bedroom, and I had no right to be there. Still, I closed my eyes and inhaled the same air that he’d been breathing a short while before.

“Austin” I whispered, and mindlessly plucked up his pillow, if only for a way to be even closer to him. I inhaled it. The cool, sweet scent of him filled me, and my hands closed around the back, cradling it to my face. It felt nice against my lips. Would this be the closest I’d ever get to another kiss with him? Would it do anything to soothe the horrible regret that I had passed up the last opportunity?

I leaned back against the same door that we’d kissed at before. I was so desperately wishing that it was Austin that I was holding, and not his pillow, and when I finally realised what I was doing, I shook my head and threw it back onto the bed.

“You’re going insane” I said, and sat down. “You’re seriously going insane”.

His room was neither clean nor messy. It was a typical ‘man’s’ bedroom, that reminded me of what my parents’ room would look like if Mom didn’t exist. Nothing was quite in place, but it wasn’t completely chaotic, either. A few bottles of cologne, another watch, a few books, a pile of discarded clothing where a pair of tight, white boxer briefs lay. Of course, my eyes refused to move any further.

Had he worn them today? Perhaps he’d worn them to bed. Maybe he’d warn them all day yesterday, or the day before? Maybe both. How often did Austin change his underwear? Did he like the feeling of the warm, damp cotton against his junk? Before I knew it, I was holding the garment in my hands, feeling the soft fabric against my fingertips, and hesitantly pulling them open to inspect the inside.

I was hard once again, but this time I had a reason to be. In my hands, I held the only item of clothing I’d ever been jealous of. Of all the clothing in the world, this one had been lucky enough to be wrapped around Austin’s cock, balls and ass, more than once.

I brought them up to my face. The stench of him was ten-fold. It was riper than his general scent. Sharper, stronger. The aroma was dirty, but only in a way that made me feel dirty, like I was committing a perverted crime. Perhaps I was. Was it illegal to sniff the underwear of your house guest?

It stuck to the inside of my nose. Each deep inhale made me a little harder, and before I knew it, I was back on Austin’s bed with my shorts around my ankles, and my face pressed into his underwear.

Is this what sex felt like? This burning desire to do things that would normally never even occur to me? This explosion of lust that forced me to run my tongue around the crotch of his used underwear, tasting everything that there was to taste?

I thrust my hard cock against the bedsheets as I made out with his boxer briefs. On a normal day, it would have felt incredibly awkward to fuck a bed, but on a normal day, I wouldn’t be doing something so deranged.

Each stroke sent shivers up my spine. The underside of my cock rubbed against the sheets, and although it was dry, the friction made me gasp into his underwear.

Harder now. My ass clenching with each thrust of my hips. I could feel it burning inside me. That explosive desire that had kept me on edge all week. My cock strained for release, and the faster I fucked, the closer it came.

“Oh god” I gasped, pushing a handful of his boxer briefs into my mouth, grunting and moaning as the bed rocked. It was happening. My balls churned, as though they were boiling over. My cock twitched under the weight of my body as I ground my hips into his mattress. I couldn’t stop myself from cumming. In that moment, I didn’t want to stop myself, and as I moaned out, sperm gushed from my throbbing cock and pooled on the sheets below me.

I felt dizzy as I lay there. Each deep breath sucked more of his intoxicating stench into my body, and although I had just blown a load onto his bed, I was already becoming aroused again.

How was this possible? How was Austin able to control me like this without even trying? For all he knew, I wasn’t even thinking about him. Yet, here I was, having just fucked his bed whilst sniffing, licking and kissing his underwear. I rolled onto my back and stared breathlessly up at the ceiling.

Is this what I’d become now? Some pathetic, desperate loser who sneaks into people’s bedrooms to jerk off? I felt a pang of disgust with myself. It was a terrible, horrible thing to do, but I’d already done it. It was over. I’d abused any trust that Austin may have had in me, if he even had trust to begin with.

I cleaned up my mess as best I could and returned his damp underwear to the pile of clothing. There was no point in making excuses for what I’d done, because at the end of the day, it had been my choice to do it.

Mom and Dad got home a few hours later. Dad enquired about Austin, and part of me wanted to spill the beans about him and Celina, but I decided that it would only make me look jealous.

“Errands” I mumbled, “or something like that”.

I couldn’t understand how Dad was so unbothered by that. He nodded and went right back to watching the television, and I returned to wondering exactly what Austin was doing.

They’d been gone for hours. The town was less than a twenty minute walk, and it was small enough to explore within an hour or two at most. Perhaps they’d gotten coffee, or maybe lunch. That much, I could almost handle. Friends had coffee all the time. Friends had lunch, too, but now it was past dinner time, and the idea that the two of them were sitting in a candle lit restaurant sharing Spaghetti made me want to puke.

Another hour went by. Then another, and by the time my parents said goodnight and went to bed, Austin was still nowhere to be seen.

Every car that drove by made me leap onto the back of the sofa to check out the window, but it wasn’t to be, and even though I wanted to stay up all night if only to get a fleeting glimpse of him before bed, I was exhausted.

The mental gymnastics over the last few days had taken its toll on me. My mind was entirely consumed by him, and the more I wondered where he was, the more concerned I became.

What if he wasn’t with Celina? What if he had realised halfway through their ‘date’ that he only had feelings for me, so he left, decided to walk home, and got lost? The idea made me both excited and anxious, and as I lay in bed, trying to come up with a better story, my eyes grew heavy, and I didn’t wake until the following morning.

I didn’t bother dressing. My parents didn’t care if I wore my underwear around the house, and the only person I was concerned about seeing me like that was Austin, but before I could worry about that, I had to make sure he’d come home.

In the kitchen, Dad sipped his coffee.

“Where’s Austin?” I asked, a little too eagerly.

“Good morning to you, too” he smiled.

“Yeah, yeah, where’s Austin?”

Dad cocked a brow and shrugged his shoulders, and I felt my stomach drop.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” I barked, and realised that I needed to tone it down a little. “It’s just that I uh… I need to ask him something about the shed”.

“I don’t know where he is, Coop” Dad said, and returned to his coffee.

“Fuck!” I spat, hurrying out into the hall and bumping into Mom.

“Where’s Austin?”

Mom shuffled by me with a duster. “In the front yard, I think” she said dismissively, and an explosion of excitement rippled through me as I yanked open the front door, hurried out into the yard, and found him underneath Dad’s car.

“Sup” I said, already exhausted, and it wasn’t even ten. Austin dragged himself out from under the car and blocked the sun from his beautiful eyes as he looked up at me.

“Why are you half naked?”

I froze, and looked down at myself. I’d forgotten all about that little aspect.

“Oh, uh… I was um… I just…”

“I need to go into town today” he said, and I felt my heart begin to ache again.

“With Celina?” I spat, trying not to sound too jealous.

He dragged himself back under the car, and just as I sighed and turned to walk away, Austin spoke again.

“No” he said, “with you”.