fancybasementcowboy

[fancybasementcowboy]

do you have any interest in traditional publishing or self-publishing a novel one day?

yes!!!! Simply no manuscript!

[fancybasementcowboy]

MDNI 18+/Sammy HC/not proofread lol

I know literally nothing about Sammy Bryant but what I have gathered from his tag is that he’s definitely the type to have you watch him jerk off.

I think it mostly happens by accident the first time. He’s home from work and half dissolved into the couch from exhaustion. His belly full of the warm meal you’ve cooked for him. You perched right next to him for the past thirty minutes, giving him soft kisses all over while massaging your hands through his hair and across his chest.

Unfortunately, he’s really too tired to reciprocate. Your movements lull him deep into the safety of companionship. He’s muscles drop their tension and he lays his head into your shoulder to let you kiss the other side of his neck.

By what is probably muscle memory, his hand finds its way to his groin. Gripping and massaging himself as he’s already hard from your loving. He’s breathing deeply, exhaling from his mouth, warm breath running cross the top of your chest.

He watches as you slide on to the floor to settle between his legs. He can’t stop you and he’s too nervous to voice the truth that he just cant touch you tonight. It’s not in his bones.

You sit though, head laid on his thigh, looking up at him through your lashes. Dreamy, seductive, soft. It’s a devouring look. Captivating. The hand that was rubbing himself now undoes the button of his jeans and dives into his underwear.

He gasp softly, hips grinding up into his hand to push his cock against the resistance. He groans from the movement, half ache from arousal, half ache from the exhaustion in his body. He grips himself in a firm grasp again, hips push again, gasping again.

He’s looked you in the eyes the whole time. Never broken the gaze as his mouth drops and his hips grind. You give his soft, polite smiles with his movement, like you’ve encountered him in a grocery store aisle. Not like you’re watching your man touch himself.

He doesn’t say anything as he pulls himself out of his boxers. Fingers grasped under his balls, thumb wrapped around his shaft to bring the whole of him to light.

He’s hard, but not hard enough. His cock falls to the side as he lets go to bring his hand to his balls. Rolling them in his hand, he’s force to close his eyes at the pleasure he brings onto himself.

Once he opens again, he sees you still there. Still on your knees between his thighs. Head still resting on one. Eyes now trained on what he lays before you. Watching a dribble of cum slide out of the tip and down a vein that runs to his base. Mouth open with the littlest of gapes, seemingly holding air in your chest. Probably not aware that you aren’t breathing.

It’s motivating to see. Someone humbled in their knees at the sight of your self exploration.

He grips his dick. Squeezes it softly. He groans out. Slowly, his hand slides, base to tip. Catching a bit of the fluid at the top, sliding back down for lubrication.

He watches your head raise. Eyes flicking back and forth between his face and his movements. You’re trying to figure out which one you want to watch most. It’s a heartbreaking decision for you, because Sammy doesn’t have to decide.

He can see you all there. Hands in lap, fingers interlocked with each other. Hair draped around your face. Blush on your cheeks and ears. Shoulder slumped over.

You’re nervous for sure. But it spurs him on.

He move his hand faster, more in pace with the act of actually jerking off. Not so aggressive though. There’s no thwacking as his hand meets his groin. There is squelching though, as he twist his hand across the tip to entice him closer to the edge.

He likes for it to be a bit wetter though.

“Spit,” Sammy speaks.

Your gaze snaps to his face. Blush much more deeper now. A quizitive look across your face as your brain begins to process his words. Once they finally make sense to you, he watches as you close your mouth, rolling your lips to gather up a collection in your mouth.

You lean forward, hands still in your lap. Mouth a nice distance away for the head of his cock so he can watch as you let your spit dribble out of your mouth and on the head.

It runs down the head along the back side, across his fingers and knuckles. You watch it glide before coming back to your resting position, and ultimately settling your head back to his thigh. Looking at what you’ve done, then back to his eyes.

He takes your contribution and smears what he can all cross his cock. His breathing is getting more rapid yet more labored. He slides from base to tip once again, the squelch being more audible this time. The feeling twice as euphoric.

You watch his eyes this time as he strokes, and he watches yours. He’s enthralled in the escaped he’s created and the way you are enthralled with him. He wants you, but he wants this too.

Two more runs of his hand over the head and he’s ready. He angles the head towards your face. Other hand coming to rest on his stomach to give him some sense that he’s holding himself together in his undoing.

Sammy’s cum hits your cheek first. Then your forehead, forcing you to close your eyes as it leaves a strip across your eyelashes. Another strip across your lips and upper cheek bone. One more lash across the corner of your mouth and down the chin.

The remnants of his spend trickle down the head and front of his shaft. One hand hold the base till, angling his cock back up. The hand on his stomach now grasping his shirt till his knuckles are white.

It was quiet the whole time.

It’s silent now.

Silent as you raise your head from his thigh. Still resting on your knees. And raising your chin to stare his right back in the eye.

And you give him a polite smile.

[fancybasementcowboy]

Abbot was in the Army and Walsh was in the Air Force and that, ladies and gentlemen and all my non-binary friends, is why they are at each other’s throats lol.

[fancybasementcowboy]

Robby bangs his med students and Abbot bangs the nurses

[fancybasementcowboy]

Charlie Reid definitely calls you his wife to everyone he meets, which confuses all your long term friends and pisses you off since you guys have definitely been divorced for a couple years now. You sleep with the man once in a post-divorce state of vulnerability and drunkenness and now he thinks he still owns you 🙄

(He does)