I rubbed the back of my head. “Well, you know. I’m looking, but it’s difficult, especially since the economic downfall of last year.”
“Yeah, I suppose it’s hard. But as long as you continue getting enough money for the rent, it’s fine,” he said, now getting out of the washroom and going back to his bedroom. Was he going to finish getting dressed? I sure as hell was hoping he wasn’t.
Not including a girlfriend, he had pretty much everything a guy his age could want in life. He wasn’t rich. He didn’t need to be. But he had an expensive car, people that loved him, friends, self-esteem, more money than he could spend (for the most part, he was a pretty simple guy), and seemed to get hookups all the time.
I couldn’t get him out of my system when I closed the door of my bedroom behind me, and thus in a moment pushed down my pants and pair of briefs. Looping my fingers around my cock, I felt how warm and hard it already was.
I then moved over to the bathroom and checked it out in the reflection. It was so small. I doubted any guy out there would ever want to do anything with me. I was pretty much by myself, wasn’t I?
Especially with the rise in popularity of getting buffed up, being this skinny was going to do me no good.
I began to jack off slowly, not wishing to make too much noise because everything was so silent now. Bryce would otherwise pick up the sound and think I was some kind of weirdo for doing this. I knew he did it as well, but guys never think those things of other guys. We don’t remind ourselves of it – and it’s good it’s that way because you never want to shake the same hand that strokes a shaft.
In no time at all I was cumming in the sink, my whole body shaking. My fantasies involved Bryce grabbing me with force and shoving his monster cock deep into my boypussy. Of course, that was never going to happen, but a guy like me could dream.
I was now finally ready for another day of job hunting, and I hoped this time I was going to find one. I just needed a good interview, a good chance, and I was sure the person on the other side of the desk – there was always a desk – would hire me.
I needed to stop living in this place while thinking I wasn’t going to do good on my word to continue paying my half of the rent. And most of all, I didn’t want to feel like a burden to Bryce.
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