Walking the Line - Part 1

Everyone in this story is 18+

Hey everyone! I hope you all have recovered after the New Year’s celebrations—Evan certainly hasn’t! I’m excited to bring you this: back by popular demand, here’s the continuation you’ve all been asking for, set after ‘I Took Dick on New Year’s.’ Thank you for your enthusiasm and support—it means the world to me, and I hope you enjoy where Evan and Walker’s story goes from here. Also, stay tuned this January; this isn’t the only premiere! I have lots of new stories for you guys, and some updates on your old favorites as well. Let’s dive back in!

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It was midday, a full week after New Year’s, and I was in my room, sprawled out on my bed. The pale winter light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow on the walls cluttered with posters of my favorite games and movies. There was a framed poster of Link standing atop a cliff from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, a vibrant print of Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, and a detailed map of The Lands Between from Elden Ring. On my shelves sat an army of Funko Pops, ranging from Demon Slayer characters to Geralt of Rivia from The Witcher. My desk, however, was a mess of gaming peripherals, textbooks, empty cans of soda, and forgotten plans for the weekend.

I was doing something I had been doing more than usual lately. I was jerking off.

My laptop perched precariously on my thighs, playing a video of some blonde actress getting railed by a guy who looked straight out of a gym catalog, (Come to think of it, he looked a bit like...) Never mind. It was just the usual thing I watched—straight porn, nothing out of the ordinary. My hand moved rhythmically over my slightly sore dick as I tried to focus on the moans and the exaggerated expressions on the screen.

Then my phone buzzed beside me, lighting up with a text. I ignored it at first, too caught up in the moment. But when it buzzed again, I sighed and reached for it. The message on the screen made my stomach twist.

Walker: "Bro, you can’t ignore me forever.

W: We are going on the yearly fam vacay, remember?"

I tossed my phone onto the bed, cursing under my breath. My hand stilled as guilt bubbled to the surface, a familiar weight pressing down on me. I hadn’t replied to a single one of Walker’s texts since New Year’s. Not one. And now he was calling me out. And just like that, my erection wilted.

My eyes drifted to the ceiling as my thoughts spiraled. I didn’t want to think about New Year’s or the mess that had followed. But it crept in anyway, uninvited. The memory of it—the way it had felt, the way I had cummed just from him sliding his dick in and out of me.

And just like that, I was hard again…

I clenched my jaw, annoyed at myself as I flicked the phone away and returned my focus to the screen. But the porn didn’t matter anymore. The truth was, I didn’t need it. Not really. My mind replayed the scene from that night—right here, in this very bed. Walker’s voice, his large hands on my waist, the way he…

My breath hitched, and my body tensed as the image of Walker's strong arms gripping my hips flashed through my mind, unbidden. The thought sent a jolt through me, and before I knew it, I was coming—hard—without even touching myself. Hot, sticky streaks shot across my chest, stomach, and even up to my chin, leaving me trembling and breathless. The release was both satisfying and unexpected. For a moment, I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my chest heaving. Then the thought hit me, sharp and unwelcome.

The truth is, I didn’t need the porn. Not really. But why did thinking about what happened on New Year’s in this very bed get me off so quickly?

Before I could linger on the question, a knock on my door jolted me back to reality. Panic flared as I scrambled to grab the duvet, dragging it strategically up to my chin to hide the mess streaked across me. My heart pounded as I lay back, trying to look as casual as possible.

At least it’s quite cold, I thought, trying to calm my breathing. No one will think it’s weird that I’m hiding under the covers.

It knocked again, “Evan? You in there?”

I pulled the duvet tighter around me, making sure it covered everything. “Yeah, I’m here,” I said, my voice a little too sharp.

The door creaked open, and there she was, standing in the doorway with that look only moms have—half concern, half annoyance. “Are you cold?” she asked, her eyes flicking to the tightly wrapped duvet.

I nodded, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah.”

“Well, you’d better start packing,” she said, crossing her arms. “We’re leaving early tomorrow for Charlotte, remember?”

“Yeah, I know,” I replied, trying to keep the gruffness out of my voice. “I was just… trying to relax a bit.”

She gave me a skeptical look but didn’t push. “Alright, but don’t leave it for the last minute. And maybe crack a window while you’re at it—it’s a bit stuffy in here.

“Okay, got it,” I muttered, wishing she’d just leave as I clung to the duvet covering my cummy chin.

She lingered for a moment, then finally turned and closed the door behind her. I let out a long breath, my face burning with embarrassment. Moms.

I flung the duvet off me, using it to clean up the sticky residue from my body and chin. It had been a long time since I came this hard, and I wasn’t sure if I entirely liked the reason why.

I got out of bed and rolled the duvet into a ball, making sure my parents' never-to-be-born grandchildren were safely hidden inside.

And yes, Charlotte. Charlotte Amalie, the Virgin Islands. The yearly vacation for me and Walker’s families—I had tried to completely put it out of my mind. But as Mom reminded me, it was tomorrow. I really needed to pack. I found some T-shirts, boxers, and swim shorts to throw into my bag. Looking out at the snowy landscape, I couldn’t help but feel a small twinge of excitement for the trip. But being with Walker for four days—how was that going to work? I couldn’t ignore him; that would only make our parents question what was going on. And I definitely couldn’t tell them it was because I had taken dick on New Year’s. Walker’s dick.