Free Boyfriend for Rent by Jamie Lake Page A

that his thoughts had made his cock hard. He shifted it in his sweat pants, hoping Casey wouldn’t notice. He didn’t want to have to explain himself, especially since he wouldn’t feel right lying, not after being so adamant about it.
    He didn’t know what to do. He’d never been with a man. Hadn’t even fantasized about one, not really. Sure, there had been a couple times in his life when he’d looked at a particularly good looking guy and thought he was attractive, but he’d always reasoned that was just an appreciation of beauty. It wasn’t sexual at all. Now, though, with thoughts of the young man next to him dropping to his knees and slowly peeling down...
    “Are you liking it so far?” Casey asked, the question almost sounding shy.
    Hunter wondered how Casey could read his mind. He stuttered. “Liking what?”
    “The movie.”
    Hunter readjusted again, spilling popcorn all over his legs. “Oh, uh, yeah.”
    “Are you even watching it?” Casey snapped.
    “I’m sitting here, aren’t I?” Hunter brushed the popcorn onto the floor.
    Casey scowled. “This is important. I’m just trying to show you how a gentleman carries himself. If you don’t even care, we’ll just turn it off.” He started to reach for the remote , but Hunter snatched it away.
    He stared deep ly into Casey’s eyes. “I do care. I’ll pay more attention.” He forced his direction back to the film and hoped the comedy would move his thoughts elsewhere. It didn’t work. He spent the entire rest of the film trying desperately not to be aware of how close Casey was sitting, where Casey’s hands were, if Casey was looking at him.
    By the time he finally mumbled an excuse about being exhausted, he had to hold the popcorn bowl in front of him to hide his erection. He was still half hard when he got into bed and stretched out, working his hand down the front of his boxers for his nightly jerk off session.
    For most of the past two -and-a-half years, there had been only one face in his mind when he’d gotten off. It had hurt to think about her after what she’d done, but he’d loved her and hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her. He’d tried reminding himself about how he’d caught her in bed with his former best friend. In their bed. Fucking next to their engagement picture, her ring in front of it. The lies they’d both told ringing in his ears. He hated liars.
    No matter how many times that scene and their lies had replayed in his mind, she’d still been the first person who came into his head , and even when he’d tried to push her away, she’d always show up just as he’d climax.
    For the past eight months or so, he’d managed to keep her out of his head, choosing instead other fantasies, some drawn from other points of time in his past, some from things he’d watched. Over the past month, however, he’d had a more difficult time finding images of women who turned him on. It didn’t seem to matter how horny he was; he’d have to search his thoughts for several minutes before he could settle on someone to get the job done.
    Now, as his hand closed around his hardening shaft, he concentrated on a pretty brunette he’d seen on a commercial before he and Casey had started watching the movie. He closed his eyes and began to stroke himself, letting his imagination wander.
    She was kneeling in front of him, reaching for his cock. She touched him, stroked him, tried to get him hard. She whispered that she wanted him to touch her, to fuck her.
    Hunter frowned as his body failed to respond. In fact, he was pretty sure he was losing his erection. He thought harder, trying to think of something that would work. Bending her over the couch. Fucking her on the kitchen table. Taking her to his bed and removing her clothes…
    Even as he imagined it, her body shifted, morphed, and changed. Lean, strong muscles with just a hint of softness. A face almost too pretty for a guy. A soft voice that said it was okay to look. Okay