who easily could have been me and Tanner. The dark-haired one worked the blond’s cock with obvious familiarity. Instinctively I reached for my erection, but the moment I made contact, I scanned the room.
Jesus. There’s no one here. The blinds are down. The door is locked. Tanner’s not due home for two days. There’s no reason in the world not to do this. There’s not even any risk.
Still I hesitated. The old feeling of nervousness roiled inside me.
I clicked the arrow and went to the next set of images. The same couple, further along, with the dark-haired one murmuring encouragement as the blond struggled to contain his orgasm. He moaned, and again my gaze darted to the door. Too loud? Could someone walking by hear? Would they know it’s porn? Think it’s me? Not ready to take that chance, I lowered the volume but didn’t let go of my cock. Moisture beaded at the tip, and I swiped it away, then rubbed it into the swollen skin. My balls puckered, and the tingling in the base of my cock increased.
The guy on the screen arched his back, pressing his head deep into the pillow. His hands traveled down the length of his body, then replaced his buddy’s hands as he started to stroke his own cock. Fuck. I jerked a little faster. Watching made me hot and clearly had the same effect on his helper, who had immediately started jacking himself with his eyes glued to the blond. Who could blame him? I could watch Tanner get himself off day and night and never get tired of it. It was me that was the problem—my issues, my insecurities. My stuff to get over.
Blondie moaned and lifted his head off the pillow, cupping his balls and beating off so fast the camera couldn’t keep up with the speed of the movements. His stomach tensed in knots as he jizzed all over his chest. It didn’t take more than three seconds before his friend unloaded too. He groaned even louder than the blond, pumping until he was totally spent, and then he collapsed onto the bed alongside his partner, leaned in to kiss him, and they both started laughing. Jesus. What a moment of bliss. Thanks to Tanner, I knew what that felt like. And I didn’t want to lose it. Didn’t want to fuck it up because I had some stupid hang-ups.
I scrolled the other images—mostly guys going at it solo. All totally into it, all recording themselves to put the images online. Why? Because they could. Because they didn’t care if someone saw them or knew what they were doing. Because they were comfortable with themselves and not paralyzed with fear. Plus they were fucking hot.
My cock throbbed in response to each come shot I watched, but I paused my stroking in between. I didn’t want to come yet. And when I did, I thought I owed it to myself to be completely in the moment. I closed the laptop and settled myself on the bed, propped up enough to have a clear view down the length of my body.
I loved this view when it involved Tanner. Loved watching his head bob up and down on me or his arms flex as he stroked me. Loved having his golden skin sprawled alongside my paleness. I tried to remember if I’d ever just studied my own body. I hadn’t. All those times in my car had been spent looking over my shoulder and into the side-view mirrors to make sure no one was coming. Every time I’d been in a bed, it had been under the covers. Even in the shower, I closed my eyes.
This time I looked. Watching made it feel different. Not only could I feel every vein, every ridge, I could see them. Tremors shook through me as I varied the stroke, thumb up, thumb down, two fingers, whole fist, head rubbing against my other palm. Every variation felt better than the one before. My abs clenched hard and tight. My feet slid against the blankets, looking for some place to brace. My thighs flexed, and I slipped a hand beneath my balls, rubbing my asshole. Wet from precome, I didn’t bother with lube. I eased a finger inside… a little more. I breathed out, controlling my arousal and relaxing
Jesus. There’s no one here. The blinds are down. The door is locked. Tanner’s not due home for two days. There’s no reason in the world not to do this. There’s not even any risk.
Still I hesitated. The old feeling of nervousness roiled inside me.
I clicked the arrow and went to the next set of images. The same couple, further along, with the dark-haired one murmuring encouragement as the blond struggled to contain his orgasm. He moaned, and again my gaze darted to the door. Too loud? Could someone walking by hear? Would they know it’s porn? Think it’s me? Not ready to take that chance, I lowered the volume but didn’t let go of my cock. Moisture beaded at the tip, and I swiped it away, then rubbed it into the swollen skin. My balls puckered, and the tingling in the base of my cock increased.
The guy on the screen arched his back, pressing his head deep into the pillow. His hands traveled down the length of his body, then replaced his buddy’s hands as he started to stroke his own cock. Fuck. I jerked a little faster. Watching made me hot and clearly had the same effect on his helper, who had immediately started jacking himself with his eyes glued to the blond. Who could blame him? I could watch Tanner get himself off day and night and never get tired of it. It was me that was the problem—my issues, my insecurities. My stuff to get over.
Blondie moaned and lifted his head off the pillow, cupping his balls and beating off so fast the camera couldn’t keep up with the speed of the movements. His stomach tensed in knots as he jizzed all over his chest. It didn’t take more than three seconds before his friend unloaded too. He groaned even louder than the blond, pumping until he was totally spent, and then he collapsed onto the bed alongside his partner, leaned in to kiss him, and they both started laughing. Jesus. What a moment of bliss. Thanks to Tanner, I knew what that felt like. And I didn’t want to lose it. Didn’t want to fuck it up because I had some stupid hang-ups.
I scrolled the other images—mostly guys going at it solo. All totally into it, all recording themselves to put the images online. Why? Because they could. Because they didn’t care if someone saw them or knew what they were doing. Because they were comfortable with themselves and not paralyzed with fear. Plus they were fucking hot.
My cock throbbed in response to each come shot I watched, but I paused my stroking in between. I didn’t want to come yet. And when I did, I thought I owed it to myself to be completely in the moment. I closed the laptop and settled myself on the bed, propped up enough to have a clear view down the length of my body.
I loved this view when it involved Tanner. Loved watching his head bob up and down on me or his arms flex as he stroked me. Loved having his golden skin sprawled alongside my paleness. I tried to remember if I’d ever just studied my own body. I hadn’t. All those times in my car had been spent looking over my shoulder and into the side-view mirrors to make sure no one was coming. Every time I’d been in a bed, it had been under the covers. Even in the shower, I closed my eyes.
This time I looked. Watching made it feel different. Not only could I feel every vein, every ridge, I could see them. Tremors shook through me as I varied the stroke, thumb up, thumb down, two fingers, whole fist, head rubbing against my other palm. Every variation felt better than the one before. My abs clenched hard and tight. My feet slid against the blankets, looking for some place to brace. My thighs flexed, and I slipped a hand beneath my balls, rubbing my asshole. Wet from precome, I didn’t bother with lube. I eased a finger inside… a little more. I breathed out, controlling my arousal and relaxing
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