Marty takes the bed

Marty wanted the bed, but he certainly didn’t want to share. He was tired and grumpy, and pretty much ordered Blair and Gwen to take the coach. To their credit, they took it in their stride and didn’t raise any fuss, wishing Marty a goodnight and quickly fell to sleep.

However the young man was having anything but a good night sleep himself, because he had one thought on his mind. Ever since that first night when Blair snuck into his room and sucked him dry his dreams had been filled with nothing but him. The idea of Blair riding his cock and moaning in pleasure was haunting his every waking hour and was causing Marty to have a crisis inside his mind as he worked towards the inevitable.

He took off his pyjama pants and took hold of his pulsing erection in one hand. He started slow as he thought about anything but Blair. Titties, black girls dancing for him, an Asian massage, but nothing was working. If anything, it was making him slightly flaccid, causing him to curse in frustration.

After several minutes he finally caved.

He focused on his memories and started to jerk harder, and with much more pleasure. He kept his moaning as quiet as possible as to not wake Blair and Gwen, but started to find it harder than he would like to admit. During this though, Marty was unaware that his habit of leaving the curtains open was giving access to an unknown spectator.

On top of the opposite roof was a dragon like creature that was staring hard at the scene before her. She felt the heat rush to her face and stray tongue licked her lips, before she shook her head clear and cleared her throat. She pulled a small communication device from her pocket and brought it to her lips.

“I’ve found them.”