Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Next was a video of a guy getting off a bike with a massive bulge in his cycling suit.
Gah damn, what is going on with this app?
I double-tapped it with one hand and moved my boner with the other. I was wearing a pair of black sweats that helped hide the effect these videos were having on me.
Or at least I thought they did.
“You alright there?” Eric asked, looking down at the hand that was cupping my erection.
“I, uh, yeah, totally fine.”
“You’re just moving around a lot. The bed keeps shifting.”
“I’m just getting comfortable.”
Eric cocked a brow, smirking. “I can see that.” Eric shifted so that his legs opened up a little wider and grabbed himself. My eyes shot down to the tent that now formed in his blue shorts. “I noticed you were getting excited, which got me all worked up.”
I licked my lips, eyes going back to my screen. This wasn’t good. “We don’t have any rules set up for when we get hard at the same time while lying in bed and watching dumb videos.”
“Let’s make a rule right now then: we get to watch each other jerk off. But we don’t touch each other. Just to keep things, you know, fake.”
There were plenty of reasons why this was a bad idea. It made things between us even more complicated. It reminded me of the time we spent in the academy together.
It made me want to do more than just watch.
But I couldn’t think properly past the throbbing of my cock. I wanted to watch Eric stroke himself. I wanted to be reminded of our time together.
“Fine,” I said, rubbing myself through my sweats. “But no touching. And this only happens tonight.”
“Deal.”
Eric pulled off his shorts, kicking them off the bed and leaving him in just a pair of gray briefs. He was rock hard. The fabric of his briefs was darkening around the head of his cock, telling me just how excited this arrangement made him. I licked my lips and stopped myself from reaching over. I instead focused on myself, lifting my butt and pulling off my sweatpants, my stiff cock springing free.
“I knew you weren’t wearing any underwear,” Eric said, his eyes glued to my pulsing dick.
“Alright, your turn.” I motion with my chin at his briefs, which looked like they were two dick twitches away from tearing apart. Eric smiled as he took them off, leaving us both naked from the waist down. I took a moment to admire how fucking sexy this man was, with his beer-can-thick cock and dark crown of bushy hair, a few veins running up his shaft. A drop of clear precum oozed from his slit. He rubbed his thumb over it, lifting his thumb to show a connected string shining in the bright light of the bedroom.
I stretched out in the bed, spitting in my hand and slowly rubbing it over myself. He pointed at my phone. “Go ahead,” he said, “Put something on for us to watch.”
I licked my lips, smiling, my heart pumping faster than usual. I’d never watched porn with someone else before. It always felt like something private, almost more intimate than sex itself. Only because it was so secretive, even though it was something I’d venture to say ninety-nine percent of humankind consumed at one point or another. What if Eric didn’t like the kind of videos I enjoyed? Would he judge me? Or would he want something less vanilla than the things I watched?
“You first,” I said, suddenly feeling a bout of nerves.
He didn’t miss a beat, grabbing his phone and switching over to his web browser’s incognito mode. He typed in a website and tapped on a video, the screen filling with a handsome Latin guy sitting back on a leather couch, legs open with a tattooed twink kneeling between them, both his hands wrapped around the Latin guy’s thick cock.
Eric propped the phone up on a pillow between us. “That okay?” he asked, already jerking himself off.
“Yeah, that’s really hot.” I looked at the screen, watching as the cameraman moved in closer, highlighting just how big of a cock the guy on the couch had. From my periphery, I could see Eric’s closed fist gliding up and down his cock. I looked over at him, watching as he massaged his balls. I noticed he was looking at me, both of us ignoring the struggling twink as he tried to get that behemoth of a penis down his throat.
The room was getting hot, the air turning to steam. I looked back to the screen, the twink somehow managing to unhinge his jaw and get a couple of inches in his mouth. “That’s a huge dick,” I said, gripping my own in a loose fist. “Ever been with one that big?”
“I have. I bottomed for the first time with a dick that big, actually.”