Watching Heated Rivalry

The TV show provides some fun on a lonely night.

It’s Saturday evening. I’m back from work, I’m tired and a little bit frustrated. Thankfully, the flatmates are out so the house is mine and I don’t have to talk to anyone, which is good because all I want to do is eat my pizza, watch some TV, take a shower, and go to bed.

As the shop-bought pizza cooks in the oven I figure out what I want to watch. YouTube has too many ads and I don’t feel like rewatching another Marvel movie. I could do with something I haven’t seen for a while. Then I remember, I bought a subscription to NowTV a while back not realising I’d signed up for a year-long contract rather than a single month. At least it’s only £4.99 a month for the year. I flick through my options: Euphoria, no; The White Lotus, seen it and no; The Pitt, it looks good but too serious for tonight. Heated Rivalry. I’ve seen it all before, and I wrote about it endlessly for months as an entertainment reporter, so I know everything single thing about it. It’ll do. Plus, it’s hot. I’d be happy if either Shane or Ilya, or both, fucked the life out of me.

That thought sets my hormones racing, my pulse too. It’s been a few days since I last touched myself and it’s been a couple of weeks since I was fucked or sucked someone off. I’m due some sexual gratification and between that and the general frustration I feel from work, it’s not taking a lot to get me going.

Heated Rivalry it is. And I guess it makes sense to start with episode one, see how far into the series we get tonight.

In the kitchen I start the show, watching as Ilya and Shane meet, the tension between them builds. The bike scene, they’re sweating, I’m leaning in, practically smelling their perspiration through the screen. It’s hot.

They’re interacting more, filming ads as I eat my pizza. Then they’re in the showers, Ilya showing himself off to Shane. I wouldn’t be able to resist as much as Shane. Now they’re in the hotel room, hands all over each other. Shane drops down to suck Ilya off and I’m jealous, semi-hard.

Back in my room I’m on episode two. I’m still jealous. Shane is showing off for Ilya, just like how I’d like to show off for Ilya. Sat on my bed my hand slips down the shorts I changed into after getting out of my work clothes. I go underneath the waistband of the jockstrap I chose to wear today to my half-hard cock. My touch makes it twitch, already engorged and continuing to harden as more blood races into it, fuelled by lust. Completely hard now I start to stroke up and down, breathing in deeply as the pleasurable sensations begin to spread through my body, tingling in my feet and causing me to feel light and weightless.

“I need you,” Shane tells Ilya after pleasuring himself for the Russian. Shane crawls on his front down to the end of the bed where he nuzzles his face into Ilya’s crotch as the soundtrack kicks in, a hard beat underscoring the scene. Next, Shane’s back is being blown out as Ilya pummels him. I close my eyes and imagine I’m in Shane’s place, lying on the bed, back arched and being totally submissive as I’m filled with Ilya’s seed. Ilya’s chest glistens with sweat, sweat I’d like to lick up, to sniff. It’s over before I can get too far into it, but I’m incredibly turned on and raring to go. If I had Grindr I’d be on there looking for a top to come sort me out.

Scott and Kip’s story is hot but happens during a lull in my horniness. I’ve wanked over their scenes before. My mind seems set on Ilya and Shane tonight. By the time I’m on episode four and Shane and Ilya are in the shower, Ilya dropping to his knees to suck Shane off this time. I’m rock hard again. I’m naked, ditching my clothes by the bed, enjoying the wank unimpeded.

Minutes later Shane is on top of Ilya, being fucked in the Russian’s home. I imagine myself in his place again, bouncing up and down as Ilya’s cock digs deep into my body, stretching me out and sending me to euphoria and back again. The Russian is characteristically rough, his thrusts are deep. I can feel the shockwaves reverberate through my body as he tries to go deeper and deeper with every go.

To steady myself my hands are resting on his firm pecs, his necklace of cold metal bouncing in the valley between the two mounds of muscle and flesh. He’s calling me only by my surname, I have no first name, I’m merely a hole for him to enjoy, which I quite happily enjoy myself.

On my bed my strokes are getting faster as my imagination flies. I can feel the load building its way up from my heavy balls, longing for a release. It’s only been a few days but it feels like longer.

As Shane and Ilya enjoy their tuna melts, in my mind Ilya has flipped us over - I’m on my hands and knees with him behind me, thrusting hard and fast into me, his panting and my moans filling the entire room. He pushes me down into the bed, my back arching to the point where I feel I can’t arch any further. Ilya gives me a firm smack on the arse, the sound echoing through the house. The bed creaks under the strain of the ferocious fucking I’m receiving as Ilya’s pants turns into guttural, animalistic sounds as his climax approaches.

Unloading his cum into me the noise is primal. With a few short, sharp thrusts he makes sure I get every drop before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to me.

On my bed I cry out as I shoot a load all over my torso, the cum getting caught in the light snail trail stretching from my belly button to my cock, the cum dripping into the shallow drains between my abs. I can feel the sweat running down my arse crack as I inhale and exhale, steadying my breath as I lie there. The show’s still playing on my laptop but I’m completely oblivious to what’s going on.

After a second I look down at the mess on my stomach and smile, grateful to have had a pleasurable moment today. Time for that shower.