Reaching over for an extra pump of lotion, I tightened my grip and matched the second man’s rhythm. Fuck, this was getting me there so quickly. I checked to see how much of the video was left, and there was plenty of time.
If I kept stroking myself, I was going to come within seconds. I was torn—I could feel the promise of a huge orgasm, but I wasn’t remotely prepared for this to end so soon.
I zoomed in some more, transfixed by the way the second guy’s cock was pumping in and out of the first guy’s hole.
I glanced over at my nightstand and back at the screen.
Nightstand, screen.
I loved my tight grip on my cock, but… fuck. I’d clearly been missing out.
I’d heard of girlfriends pegging their boyfriends, so butt stuff wasn’t necessarily gay. Nearly coming from the visual of one man’s cock going into another man’s ass, however, was a lot harder to explain.
Actually, it was super easy to explain, just not while maintaining a straight narrative. Especially as the scene continued to roll.
“Such a good boy. You love taking my fat cock, don’t you?”
Yes.
Reaching into the nightstand drawer, I grabbed the lube, and… fuck it. Who cared about being straight, anyway?
Squeezing some lube into my hand, I pulled my good knee back and massaged the space behind my balls as I thought of Ozzie’s knees.
Oh, damn. Just thinking about Ozzie made me dizzy. Slick circles over my taint weren’t going to be enough.
“Think you can take all of me, baby?”
“Please. I need it,” the man on the bottom said with a moan.
Needing to know what it felt like, I took a deep breath and pushed my middle finger inside myself. The stretch was uncomfortable, but there had to be something in there to make that guy want to take a massive dick up his ass.
I added more lube and pushed in a little farther and… oh. Even though I maybe didn’t have the magic button this guy had, it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, when I stroked myself, it felt pretty darn good.
I pressed and stroked again, and my cock twitched. Hard.
Just as I was considering adding another finger, the second guy started to get noisy and sped up. Grimacing, I pushed in the second finger.
Ouch. Fuck. Oh… oh, God.
This time, matching the top guy’s speed was a lot more intense. The guy on the bottom shouted, and cum shot from his dick, streaking across the bed. As much as I’d wanted this to last, I couldn’t hold back.
In the middle of everything, it was Ozzie’s voice in my head that sent me flying.
Come for me, Walk.
The intensity of the orgasm spun my head and wrung me out, cum rocketing from my cock. The video continued playing, but the second I imagined Ozzie in the room with me, I didn’t need it anymore.
I stroked myself until I was empty, wondering where this sensation had been hiding my entire life.
Up my ass, apparently.
I was going to need more information—something in the real world. I dismissed the idea of apps, because I was not ready for a one-on-one encounter. I knew the guys sometimes went into Austin for the gay clubs. They’d mentioned it was nice to simply relax and have fun around other queer folks.
Maybe… maybe since they went to Austin, I could hit I-35 in the other direction and find a place in San Antonio to explore. Of course, that would only work if I found the courage to actually show up.
I used my elbow to close my laptop, then took a shower to deal with all of my fluids. Future exploration was going to require a lot more planning—and cleanup.
After toweling off, I wiped down the mirror and stared at the guy reflected back at me, not sure what the hell I was seeing.
