CHAPTER ONE
Danny
I was really startingto think that I might like dick, and I had no idea what to do about it.
I’d spent years trying to ignore all the cocks in porn and yet here I was, pulling up bisexual threesomes on Pornhub and dismissing all the voices in my brain that told me this was a bad idea.
No, a bad idea had been downloading Grindr on Valentine’s Day and throwing myself in headfirst without checking how deep the water was. Being curious about dick was one thing, but that had been a whole new level of fuck-assery, even for me.
Of course, I’d chickened out as soon as someone had messaged me, deleted the app, and debated buying myself a whole new phone, as if people would know what I’d done just by looking at me. But it still didn’t mean I hadn’t tried it.
That’d been the first night I’d started down the rabbit hole of regularly watching guys fucking, and now I was in so deep I didn’t know how to get out.
I didn’t even know if I wanted to.
Glancing at my bedroom door as if I somehow expected a non-existent roommate to come strolling in, I quickly found my favourite video and hit play. It would have been easier to bookmark it or some shit, but I still had this random fear that someone I knew would see it and start asking questions.
Which was ridiculous really, because it wasn’t like anyone else ever looked at my phone.
Except maybe Charlie when he was being a cheapskate and ordering food on my Deliveroo, but he’d never gone poking around. And it wasn’t like I ever left tabs open anyway, so he’d have had to go into my browser history to find it and that was too much effort when he was just looking for pizza and chips.
The screen filled with the familiar scene of a slim, pretty girl on a sofa with two guys, both in tank tops and loose shorts that I could definitely see a dick print through. They were both muscular with short hair, and one of them had loads of traditional American-style tattoos down his arms and legs—pin-ups, hearts, flowers, anchors, and swallows, that sort of shit. I still wasn’t sure if I found them hot or not, but to be fair, I wasn’t really looking at them that much.
I was too busy watching his cock fuck in and out of the woman’s mouth, his balls bouncing slightly as he thrust.
The other guy had his face buried in her pussy, but when he knelt on the sofa to push his cock inside her, he leant over and kissed the tattooed man hard, the two of them making out as they fucked her.
My hand gripped my own cock, stroking slowly as I stared in desperate fascination. I’d watched this video more times than I could count, and every time I wondered how it would feel if one of the guys kissed me like that.
Or if I was the one in the middle, instead of the girl.
I swallowed as the scene cut to another position with the tattooed guy on the bottom, the other guy in the middle, and thewoman on top, riding him. The guy in the middle was moaning loudly as the tattooed man fucked his arse, his own cock buried deep in the woman’s pussy.
The first few times I’d watched this, that was the part I’d tried to focus on: how her wet pussy looked stretched around his thick shaft. But it hadn’t been doing it for me. So I’d given up looking at that. And now all my attention was focused on the way the tattooed man thrust his thick dick into the other man’s hole and how both men looked utterly lost in pleasure.
Did it really feel that good?
I mean, fucking him must have done. His arse probably felt hot and tight, squeezing around the tattooed man’s shaft until he couldn’t take it anymore.
But being penetrated? Was it really that good or were they faking for the camera?
Normally, my money would have been squarely on option two: fake as fuck. But recently… there were a few things I’d seen and heard that made me think it might not be as weird as I’d always thought.
I was pretty sure at least two of my teammates got fucked regularly, and they wouldn’t do it if they didn’t enjoy it. Would they? No. I mean, given what I’d heard Jonny and Devon doing in the changing room toilets at least once—when I’d gone back for my boots that I’d forgotten—Devon loved it.
I hadn’t told anyone what I’d heard, and I’d actively tried to forget about the way my dick had immediately chubbed up when I’d realised what was going on. But if I closed my eyes, I could still hear Devon’s begging and moaning and the slap of skin on skin.
And then there were the love bites plastered all over Devon’s inner thighs, and going up into his underwear, which had been really bloody obvious when he was getting changed in thedressing room. He clearly enjoyed whatever Jonny was doing to him, so that had to mean something.
I’d thought about asking him about it but since I usually put my foot in it as soon as I opened my mouth, I’d kept my trap shut. Especially because I’d probably admit hearing them, and if I did that then there was a really fucking good chance my face would go bright red. If I was lucky, they’d take it as me being embarrassed. If I wasn’t, they’d figure out I’d gone straight home and jerked off furiously to the echoes of their moaning bouncing around in my head.
“That’s it, slut, fucking take it all,” the tattooed man on screen growled, his hands gripping the other man’s waist. “Such pretty fucking pussies, both of you.”
A small groan slipped out of me as my hand tightened on my cock, my thighs spreading as I bucked up. I didn’t think I should’ve found those words as hot as I did, but fuck, they just did something to me. I slid my other hand between my legs while my eyes remained glued to the screen, watching as the scene cut so the guy in the middle was on his knees eating the girl out while being fucked by the tattooed god behind him.
Okay, yeah, the tattoos were hot as balls.
Especially the way they ran all the way up his thighs and across his arse… which was firm and muscular, flexing as he drove his cock deep into his partner’s hole and making him cry out.
