Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66863 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 334(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
I wasn’t stupid enough not to see I was biting off my nose to spite my face, but just because I knew it, didn’t mean the situation was easy to change.
I eyed my laptop which sat on the white blanket covering my bed. Maybe a good orgasm was all I needed. I wasn’t foolish enough to think that would help ease the weight growing heavier and heavier day after day but, at least for tonight, it could help. It was coming. Who didn’t want that?
I grabbed my lube and dildo from the drawer before I climbed onto my bed, and leaned against the headboard. When I tried to log on to the site where I watched porn, I realized my account had expired.
Fuck.
Maybe that was a sign. I should just check my email and take care of business.
I clicked the envelope for my mail and the first thing that popped up was the subject—50% off one month of Yes, Sir!
I received a hundred of those ads all the time for different porn sites. Once you signed up for one they never left you alone. I couldn’t say what made me click on it tonight, when typically I’d delete it, but I did.
The ad popped up with a man on his knees and another man standing over him. I didn’t take the time to read anything before I clicked the link to go to the website. The first video that appeared was titled, “Get on your knees for me.”
A shiver rushed down my body and a warmth spread though my stomach.
I clicked it again. I sure was doing a lot of random clicking tonight, but it suddenly became a compulsion pulling at me.
“What if I don’t feel like it?” A slender twink crossed his arms.
“It doesn’t matter what you feel like. I know what you need,” the barrel-chested man said. “Get on your knees for me, now!”
A scoff pushed past my lips. Maybe a little cheesy, but it was porn. The point was to get off and nothing else.
The twink dropped down as if he couldn’t deny the bear…the preview cut off…and my dick jerked against my stomach. It had gone hard, painfully hard so quickly, that I hadn’t even noticed.
What are you doing, Jared? You’re not into this kinky shit, I told myself, but that didn’t stop my erection from pulsing. Didn’t stop me from accepting the special…signing up for the membership…and clicking the play button.
“You’re going to listen to everything I say. Even if you don’t know why, because Daddy knows best. Say yes, Daddy, so I know you understand,” the bear instructed.
Daddy? Um…no. I really wasn’t into this shit. Who the fuck wanted to call someone they were banging their daddy? Still I didn’t turn it off. I was riveted, eyes wide and heart racing.
“Yes, Daddy,” the twink replied. My dick twitched again. What the fuck? I was into this shit. I truly fucking was. The urge to slam my laptop closed made my fingers twitch but I didn’t, couldn’t.
It was okay, I told myself, because it was just porn. Just masturbating. Just kink. It didn’t mean a damn thing.
I watched, enthralled, as the bear ordered the other guy around. My cock leaked all over my stomach. My balls ached. It wasn’t long before I lubed up my dildo, and buried it deep in my ass, fucking myself with it, and savoring the familiar stretched feeling I loved so much. I’d only been out, if you could really call it out for a couple years. I didn’t ever tell anyone I was gay unless it was for an anonymous hookup, so out likely wasn’t the best term to use. Still, for as long as I’d known I was gay, I’d also known I was a bottom. That I craved being filled.
“Thank me. Say thank you, Daddy,” the bear on the screen said.
“Thank you, Daddy,” I found myself saying with the man on the screen.
Fear nearly snapped me out of the pleasure rushing through me, but I fought it.
Stop. I needed to stop this right fucking now. Only I didn’t. My dick was so hard and my hole tightened around the dildo. My body felt electrified. Desire raced through me.
“Louder,” he told me—
Jesus Christ, me? What the fuck was wrong with me? He told the man on the screen, but as he yelled out, “Thank you, Daddy!” I did too—loudly and alone in my bedroom as I shoved a dildo up my ass as far as it would go.
No one will know…it’s just a little fun. It doesn’t mean anything.
I pulled it out to the crown, then in again, and pinched my nipples. My eyes rolled back in my head as my balls drew tight and my orgasm slammed into me. Cum shot from my dick, up my chest, and onto my arm.