I close my eyes and lean back, trying to forget everything else beyond Betty Boobs’ exclaiming how big and bouncy the soccer team’s balls are, which honestly, soccer balls aren’t really bouncy, at least not on the field, not like a basketball—ah, now I’m having issues focusing on porn.
Huffing, I determinedly stick my hands down my pants and start working over my dick. Thankfully, Betty Boobs, who obviously hasn’t actually played soccer before, now has her mouth full of the soccer team’s dicks.
The sounds of grunting and fucking fill the apartment. Soon enough I’m right there with them, pre-cum sliding down my dick and making my hand’s movements smoother.
I groan as I bring my other hand up with the first, creating a hot, tight channel to fuck into. My hips buck into my hands, and that restlessness from earlier finally starts to ease.
Yes,thisis what I wanted to do. I just need to let loose a bit, and then I’ll feel better.
I squeeze tight around the head of my dick as my hips thrust up, making my toes curl against the old rug Colten dragged in years ago.
It’s been too long since I’ve done more than quietly use my hand at night. Rooming with Colten means I have to respect the bro code and keep these moments quiet.
Now, I let go, groaning loudly, right along with the guys in the video. The muscles in my ass burn as I thrust into my hands as hard as possible.
The tightness in my stomach rises as I flop to my side on the couch. I focus on giving the head of my dick a hard squeeze with every desperate thrust, but it’s still not enough.
There’s the basket of dirty laundry sitting by the couch, and I dig into it, grabbing a couple of the sweaty, grass-stained shirts and stuffing one between the couch cushions so I can fuck into it without staining it with my pre-cum.
Now I’m face down against the couch, my hips pounding into the couch. I consider grabbing my fleshlight to make this even better, but forget the idea as soon as I accidentally bury my face into the other shirt and breathe in deeply.
Heat sparks throughout my body as the smell of sweat and bergamot fills my nose, my hips unable to stop fucking into thespace between the cushions. I take in greedy gasps of air, my mouth drooling against the shirt under my face.
I shove my hand in between the cushions and wrap the shirt, now slick with pre-cum, around my dick.
Ahh. I can’t stop, my eyes squeezed tight as the pressure builds suddenly, my head dizzy with how turned on I am. My balls tighten up, my hands shaking with how hard I’m squeezing my dick—-
I groan long and low as I cum into the now ruined shirt, all while rubbing my face against the other shirt on the couch.
On the TV, Betty Boobs makes a comment about how they can dribble their dicks on her boobs, but my mind is too whited-out with pleasure to even care.
Slowly blinking my eyes open, I stretch out and use a cleaner part of the shirt in my hands to wipe off my dick. The restlessness is now completely gone, only the warm curl of satisfaction filling my heavy limbs.
I crumple up the used shirt and move to throw it away, but then my eyes catch on something odd with my hands.
I’m glowing again.
I open and close my fingers, taking in the honestly rad sight while enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.
The glow is faint, already dimming, but I still watch it, wondering just what set it off. Of all the times to glow…
Then, comfortable and stretching out on the couch again, I rub my face into that shirt as Betty Boobs starts moaning. She’s getting fucked by three guys on screen, and I feel a small spark of horniness, my dick twitching with it.
And the glow immediately brightens.
I stare at my glowing hand, which slowly begins dimming again, before grabbing my dick and giving it a few strokes. I’mstill sensitive, but it feels good, and with my eyes open I can see the glow get brighter.
Oh my god.
Grinning, I stroke myself harder, bracing against the slight pain of sensitivity as pleasure builds back up, the glow getting even brighter.
I laugh into the shirt under my head, considering using it as a second cum rag but ultimately deciding against it. Cleaning one shirt is enough work.
Besides, more important than any cum stains, I know what causes us to glow!
As long as I keep Betty Boobs’ factually incorrect but still sexy words in my mind, I can trigger the glow whenever I want.
I’m a genius!
