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Mia still hasn’t texted back.
Ezra isn’t the type to get crazy about something like that – well. No, he definitely is, he just pretends he isn’t. There must be some cognitive dissonance in his head because he is pacing back and forth in the basement, heart thumping, grumbling under his breath, and those are not the actions of someone who isn’t getting crazy right now. He tells himself he doesn’t need to check his phone every three seconds but he also has the ringer off and he won’t turn it on, so he kind of does. He throws himself down on the bean bag in the corner of the room which blankets everything in dust and stares at his texts with her. Still nothing.
She told him that she’d let him know if she was going to be free tonight, and right about now is the time that waiting for her to be free turns into delusion. Ezra already sent two texts spaced an hour apart simply asking if anything’s happening and she still hasn’t responded.
He scratches at his arms and stares up at the ceiling. Ezra’s dressed up for a night out already – old clothes he dug out of the closet that might remind him of a past era but still look damn good on him. His leather jacket is awesome and he is still fond of the look of wearing dumpy shorts and gigantic-heeled boots. They don’t make pacing around easy but they do make him four inches taller and he can use all of the help he can get. They make the information on his Grindr profile true!
Ezra scrolls through their texts – when he said he’d be in town, the memes they’d send each other every so often in their year apart, everything – as if that’s going to help. She’s not going to respond. He needs to accept that.
Instead, he goes to Grindr. As much as using Grindr in his hometown seems like a bad idea, his body is fully expecting him to fuck tonight and he needs to get that energy out somehow. Nothing interesting – no one he recognizes except for another kid that was a few grades above him in high school and a sea of torsos and people trying to buy drugs. He shoots out a few “hey there handsome whatcha looking for?”s in quick succession but nobody bites. Ezra’s hard at this point but he’s not enjoying it.
He gets up and starts pacing again, now hard. It pushes on his shorts uncomfortably, and the pacing does nothing to help. He maneuvers around his old bed, past his closet, past the bookcases, and around again and again. Ezra wants to see her, sure, but it’s evident that it’s his body that really wants to see her.
Then he remembers his old Fleshlight and his dick pulses. He stands still over his shag carpet and stares over at the closet. He knows his parents didn’t go through the closet (thank god) but he didn’t see it when he was getting dressed earlier. Ezra knows it isn’t a good idea but he can’t help but go look for it.
And right where he remembers it, his Fleshlight and a little thing of lube are hidden inside one of his trading card game boxes. He pulls them out and gets himself situated on the bean bag.
The Fleshlight is just as much a sight for sore eyes as Mia would have been. This thing got him through a lot of rough days in high school – he recalls dropping his bag by the basement door and shoving himself into it as soon as he could.
It has the same call it always did. He does a visual check and it seems to be clean (good thing he didn’t leave a load in there like he was often prone to do). He decides to go ahead and pull his dick out of the leg hole of his shorts and go for it. If Mia’s not going to text back, he might as well still have some fun.
He checks a final time. Nothing. He puts his headphones in and puts some Joy Division on just to really feel like he’s in high school. He also puts the notifications on just in case, but he’s not going to get any texts.
Ezra lubes his dick up and puts some in the Fleshlight too – the sensation is so nice and cool. With one paw holding the Fleshlight and one pressing on the tip of his dick, he pushes himself in. It feels so lovely. All of the feelings of fucking it come rushing back into him.
The head of his dick pulses just a little as he feels the soft silicone of the toy and he lets out a breath. He pushes in a few inches more. It’s a travel size according to the website, so a few inches are still sticking out when he’s fully in, but he still loves the feeling of bottoming out. (Also, it might be travel size but it is definitely not meant for traveling. At least he definitely wasn’t going to do that when he was heading out for college in fear of his parents seeing it on the monitors at the airport. Sucks to suck.)
Ezra moans as the tip of his dick touches the plastic at the top. This is a familiar feeling. He enjoys it.
He pulls himself out completely and pours a little more lube on, then gets right back into it. He uses both paws to maneuver the Fleshlight, jerking himself off slowly. Usually this is when he’d pull out some porn and spend the next three hours with his eyes fluttering under his eyelids, but he doesn’t want to look at his phone right now.
Ezra wags his tail and goes for it, going through that oh so lovely up-and-down motion. He sticks his legs out and kicks his gigantic boots off of his paws. Since he’s not watching any porn, he flips over and begins to fuck the toy instead, using his ass, waist, and thighs instead of his paws.
It feels fucking awesome. It’s actually not a position he’s used to with the toy, but ever since he went to college and got used to penetrating real people it’s a lot more comfortable. He gets good leverage and really fucks the thing, slipping out and having to push himself back into the toy. He lets out a loud moan – no one’s going to hear him.
Ezra has to stop for a second as his dick pulses and let out a long breath. He’s going to cum soon. He tries to imagine Mia as he does it but the image just doesn’t work. Instead he just focuses on the physical sensation of it – the sweat on his brow, his tail wagging back and forth, his tongue sticking out of his mouth.
And then he goes for it. He pushes his dick as far into the Fleshlight as he can, pushes his head against the wooden paneling, and fucks his toy as far as he can. “I’m gonna cum,” he whispers to himself. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” And he does.
It feels so good – it feels like years of his life coming back to him. He curls his toes in his boots and drops the toy and props himself up against the wall as he cums, breathing in and out. Thick ropes of cum shoot out of his dick and all over the Fleshlight, all over the beanbag too. It feels so fucking good.
He drops onto the beanbag, knocking the Fleshlight to the floor. Now there’s cum all over the outfit, so it’s not like he can go out anyway. He pants into the wall. His dick lies against the beanbag. “Shit. Shit.”
Ezra takes his headphones out and looks up at the ceiling. His breathing is normal. He feels so much more calm than before. Mia didn’t text but he doesn’t even feel the need to check. It’s okay.