Get out of there

“Another time.” Ethan croaks, trying to stay composed.

Layla stares at him. Silently.

Ethan stares back. Just as silent.

For a moment, they just look into each other's eyes. The exchange is not one of mutual understanding, neither properly in the head-space of the other. Both Layla and Ethan fully understand this.

Ethan, on his end, what's to strip off that pesky robe, suck on Layla’s fat tits, then have a second helping of ‘pie’.

As for what Layla wants…

“Okay then, but my offer stands!” Layla removes her hand, taking a step back into the doorway. Her tits wobble again, causing Ethan to shift. “Don’t try to be a stranger!”

“I won’t.”

A goodbye or two later, Ethan shuffles away, trying to make it back to his house with his massive erection. The walk, while long, feels like it’s taking forever, the throbbing in his pants feeling like agony.

How has it been two weeks?

Well, he knows why. Grandma’s ****. The funeral. Moving. Heather…

Ethan viciously shakes his head. Not her. Don’t think about her.

Making it to his door, Ethan fumbles with the keys. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Stupid fucking keys.” He locked the door behind him on habit. Do people even lock their doors in Green Valley? Ethan doesn't have time to really think about it, as the door pops open. Scrambling inside, Ethan barely has the door closed before he unzips his pants, quickly whipping out the source of his agony.

Grasping himself, Ethan quivers at his own touch. His manhood is red and engorged, throbbing and due to burst. A few pumps of his wrist and Ethan’s quivers turn to shakes, his cock alive with sensation as he strokes his neglected prick. Bracing himself against the wall, Ethan keeps working a little harder, careful not to pound his meat too hard.

Memories of Layla swirl in his mind. Those long shapely legs, those bright blue eyes, those massive fucking tits.

Groaning, Ethan nearly doubles over. Despite only touching himself for a scant few seconds, he already feels himself come undone. And flat-out cum.

Thick ropes of sticky white jizz erupt from his swollen cockhead, spraying on the wall and floor. Eyes fluttering, Ethan keeps stroking, milking himself and riding his euphoric high, barely noticing. Knees wavering, Ethan drops, but keeps pounding himself, hanging onto the vision of Layla’s barely concealed chest.

And then, the high is gone. Gasping, swallowing hard, Ethan’s senses return. “Fuck…”

He came so much, the most cum he’s ever seen. And it’s everywhere. A sense of shame washes over him. He just jerked off and came all over his grandparents' entryway. This wasn't the first time he jerked off in the house. Hell, it wasn't even the hundredth time. But this one felt…

Ethan pulls himself and his pants up, then gets to cleaning up his sticky mess.

When the job is done Ethan it’s time for bed. The last hour or so of his life was exhausting, and he was already living quite the tiring week.

The internet guy is likely coming tomorrow, and despite the cleaning he just did, there was more to be done.

Hulling himself upstairs, he heads towards the master without hesitation this time, removing most of his clothes before plopping into bed.