Fighting For Love by Silas St. James

Author:Silas St. James [James, Silas St.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Published: 2022-08-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

When I opened my eyes, I expected the bedroom to be full of natural light. The last few mornings had been bright with sunshine. My mind was fuzzy, but I had a vague sense of uneasiness. The alarm clock said it was morning, but why was it so dark outside? The bed was empty next to me.

Eduardo must be in the bathroom, I thought groggily. We must have had too much to drink because my head is killing me.

I begrudgingly got out of bed and pulled the curtains open. It was daytime alright, but the sun was nowhere to be found. Instead, the sky was overcast, and a steady, quiet rain fell from dark clouds.

Seeing the rain brought last night’s memories back to me: being separated from Eduardo, calling him to no avail, eating dinner alone at the bar. As I stood there in front of the window, I felt a wetness in my boxer briefs.

Did I pee myself? Damn, I need to be more careful drinking, I thought, but when I glanced down, I saw I was mistaken. I looked into my boxer briefs and saw a messy load of cum. A wet dream?

I decided to rinse my boxer briefs in the shower when I washed the cum out of my pubes. I went to the bathroom, but before I peeled off my underwear, I leaned against the bathroom wall, trying to piece together the night before. I knew I was missing something.

“I came back to the room. I took a bath. I called Eduardo a bunch. I drank,” I muttered to myself, eyeing the empty wine bottle on the bathroom sink, “a lot. Why was I drinking so much?”

My eyes rose to the mirror, where I stood in my cum-stained boxer briefs. Because they were wet with cum, my dick was visible through the transparent fabric.

“Oh, shit,” I said, remembering the hot pool boy, his naked body, his fingers on my boner, and the tempting fantasies that wracked my mind afterward. Desperate to hear from Eduardo while also plagued by lust, I had gotten drunk to numb my feelings.

“No wonder I have such a hangover,” I grumbled to myself, as I slipped off my underwear and turned on the shower. Despite my best efforts to erase the pool boy from my mind, I’d had a wet dream about him, leaving me with a giant load in my underwear and a guilty conscience.

As I scrubbed my body with soap, I deliberately turned my thoughts toward Eduardo and tried to make sense of his absence.

He didn’t come back to the resort because the storm was too strong. I bet he stayed with Lita, and he was probably too busy boarding up that old house from the storm to answer my calls.

After my shower, I searched the room for my phone. I finally found it deep in my bedsheets. My heart sank when I saw no new messages. I dialed Eduardo, but it went straight to voicemail.

“Where is he?” I asked in vain.

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