Chapter 5
Lance didn’t comment on how hard Reece was.
No, he was too busy holding his camera up while the other hand grabbed Reece’s waist. Lance was bouncing his clothed dick against Reece’s ass, simulating them fucking.
Why?
Reece bit his lip to stop himself from making a noise. Someone might recognize his voice on the video!
The slap of jeans against Reece’s bare ass felt embarrassingly good. It should be classified as a form of torture. Except Reece only had himself to blame.
“Hmm, no, this doesn’t look right. They won’t believe me unless my dick is out. You don’t mind, right? This won’t ruin anything?”
“Must you?” Reece complained, even though he knew it was the truth. The thirsty men who commented hated when they didn’t get a full frontal at least.
“It won’t get any views unless my dick is out. They love a good dick and ass combo.”
“True, but that doesn’t-”
“How do you know- holy shit! You’re a subscriber! I can’t believe you’ve been a secret fan this whole time. And I had no idea.”
“N-no! It gets recommended to me sometimes! I don’t mean to look!”
“Uh-huh.” Lance didn’t believe Reece for a second. “Then you won’t mind if I-”
The phone was placed on the small of Reece’s back. The sound of a zipper being undone and clothing being adjusted. Next thing Reece knew, warm skin pressed against his ass.
Oh fuck. Lance was hard. And he wasted no time.
With one hand, Lance gripped Reece’s hip. The other picked up the phone and began recording before Reece could get over his shock.
“Hey fellow sluts. Do me a solid. This cute bottom has the perfect bubble butt and doesn’t even know it! Like if you want to see me pounding this ass for real.”
As Lance talked, he simulated fucking Reece’s ass. Only this time, Lance’s swinging hard dick slapped against Reece’s balls with every fake thrust.
It took everything Reece had not to make a noise. To stay still. To keep his head resting on his forearms, crossed in front of him. To brace himself against every one of Lance’s increasingly hard thrusts.
It didn’t feel fake. It felt real. Like a dream come true.
“Oh yeah,” Lance groaned. “Look at that ass go.”
Most of Lance’s videos were 30-second clips. He very rarely went over it. They had to be approaching it by now, right?
“Arch your back for me, babe.”
Reece tried to imitate the pose he’d seen in Lance’s videos. He must have done it right, because Lance picked up speed. Skin slapping on skin loud in the near-silent library.
“Perfect.”
The fake fucking went on and on. Until Reece couldn’t take it anymore. He glanced over his shoulder to see Lance, camera not even pointing at Reece, mouth open, staring at Reece’s ass rippling with every slap.
Reece cleared his throat, pointedly.
“Wha-?” Lance’s eyes snapped up. “Oh, sorry dude,” Lance said with a breathless laugh, “Got carried away there.”
Lance sat back on his heels and checked his phone. Dick hard and standing to attention between his legs.
“Oh hey, got some likes already!”
“What?” Reece swiveled around and reached for Lance’s phone. “Let me see.”
“No way dude!” Lance leaned away until his back hit the glass. “Give it more time!”
“For all I know you did something to skew the data.”
Lance wouldn’t budge, holding Reece at arm’s length, dicks out and hard.
“Trust me dude.”
“Famous last words.”
“I know my audience. Soon you’ll have men lining up to fuck you and suck your dick, promise.” Lance stroked himself while he talked, like it was a completely natural thing to do. “If you ever wanted to try some gay stuff, you’ll be fighting them off with a ski pole!”
Lance’s phone pinged.
Then again.
Then two more times.
“Ha! I knew it. That didn’t take long.”
“Lemme see.” Reece reached across Lance.
“Stop, stop!” Lance said, laughing and still stroking himself. “C’mere, sit, have a wank, and we’ll watch the reactions together.”
“Fine.”
Dicks out, back to the snow, they sat side-by-side.
As soon as Reece settled down, Lance took a long look at the screen, still not sharing it, waiting for Reece to take his neglected dick in hand.
The sigh he let out as soon as he gave in to Lance’s silent demand was completely involuntary. And now that he’d started, there was no way he was stopping.
“It’s 5am, not everyone’s awake yet.”
With expectations successfully tempered, Reece motioned impatiently for Lance to show him the screen.
Lance tilted it towards Reece.
Reece stared. Blinked hard. Stared some more.
That was his ass? It couldn’t be. It bounced so perfectly every time Lance fake-thrust against him. And every time Lance pulled back, it showed Reece - and everyone watching - how badly Lance wanted to fuck that ass for real.
This was what Lance had been seeing?
Should Reece be stroking himself while watching his own ass get fake-fucked? It was so wrong. And yet his balls tightened with the memory of how that hard cock had felt slapping against them.
Reece dragged his eyes away and looked below the looping video - one hundred likes!?
“The east coast is awake and loves your ass,” Lance said with a shit-eating grin, the bastard.
Reece swallowed around the sudden tightness in his throat.
Comment after thirsty comment rolled in.
“Wish that was me.”
“DM me that ass’s number.”
“That cock and that ass - has there been a more perfect couple?”
“If you won’t breed that ass then I will.”
“Next vid better be a creampie.”
“Yeah, give that ass the gift it deserves.”
There were many comments. An overwhelming number. Didn’t these people have lives?
Lance nudged Reece.
“See?” Lance said. “All your squats and lifting have paid off.”
“But it’s still flabby.”
Lance sighed as if Reece was being an idiot.
“Of course it jiggles when you’re not flexing. Besides, the layer of cushion on the muscle only makes it hotter!”
“Maybe…”
Reece still couldn’t believe his eyes, fixated on the slow increase in likes and comments.
“I want to bite that ass so bad.”
Lance instantly replied: “I know right!? I may have already had a taste… I couldn’t resist…”
“Bro! Bet he loved that. So jealous.”
Reece said, “My ass still hurts from where you bit me, you animal.”
That was the comment Lance chose to highlight by replying to?
“Sorry bout that,” Lance grinned unrepentantly. “Can you blame me though? Your ass is so perfect! The people have spoken.”
So going to the gym had worked… just not the way Reece had expected. Instead of attention from girls, he got it from Lance.
“I’d love to use his sexy bubble butt as my cumdump. I’m sitting here jerking it, waiting for the update!”
“Same dude, same. But he’s shy,” Lance wrote.
“I’m not shy!” Reece said.
“Oi!” A voice called out. Was that Brooks? Shit! “Reece! There you are! Do you see the snow out there?”
Reece hunched over his dick, the thought of being caught like this only making him stroke harder and faster. Unlike Lance, who didn’t even pretend to hide how it made him feel.
“Yeah!” Reece called, voice going embarrassingly high-pitched.
He waited with bated breath for Brooks to continue. Waited and waited.
“We better be quieter or Brooks might come over to yell more about snow.”
“Shh!”
“I still can’t believe Brooks convinced Corey to help him study. Must have offered him blowjobs or something.”
“No way!” Reece said, extra careful to keep his voice quiet. “I heard something about boarding lessons in exchange. Not everything is about sex.”
“It should be. These guys get me.” Lance waved his phone for emphasis.
It was still blowing up. God.
It was too much.
So many gay men, all saying they’d love to fuck Reece’s ass.
“Well? Are we going to give the people what they want?”
Lance had proven it. Time to pay up.
“This won’t make things weird between us?” Reece threw out one last reason for them not to do this.
Even though his stroking picked up speed at the thought.
“No? I said before, I’ve never let a good fuck get in the way of being friends. I’ve wanted to fuck your ass for months, I just didn’t think you were so into dick.”
“I’m… I guess… I am a little curious.” Reece admitted begrudgingly.
“You’re hardly little,” Lance leered. “C’mere, I need to prepare you first.”
Reece straddled Lance’s lap, pants pushed down to around his ankles. His knees dug into the carpet, his hands on the glass for balance.
It put his dick uncomfortably close to Lance’s mouth.
A fact Lance instantly took advantage of, licking and then sealing his mouth around it.
It almost distracted Reece enough that he didn’t notice the slick fingers circling his hole. Almost.
Lance sure was fast with the lube.
And wasted no time. Like Reece wasn’t the only one who’d been on the edge ever since they started this little game.
The second the first finger penetrated him, Reece realized he’d miscalculated.
It felt amazing.
Change your life forever good.
It was ‘where has this been all my life’ good.
Why had he tortured them both by resisting for so long?
Lance hummed happily around Reece’s dick, sucking and licking up the precum with a renewed fervor.
Reece’s body moved on its own. He gently rocked his dick up into Lance’s mouth. And his ass down onto first one finger, then two.
His forehead hit the glass with a thunk. He stared out at the snow, falling heavier and heavier - so much that they might just be trapped here.
He almost wished they would be. He was in heaven. Lance’s fingers in his ass. Lance’s mouth on his dick.
If he could just stay in this moment forever, he’d never need anything ever again.
And by the noises Lance was making, he agreed.
The window fogged up, his breath getting more and more heated.
A loud clatter from deep in the library made Reece jerk, stuffing his dick deep down Lance’s throat.
“Sorry, sorry!” Reece whispered.
Lance swallowed around Reece’s dick and stuffed a third finger into Reece’s ass - the stretch intense.
Reece barely suppressed his reaction in time.