16. Will
WILL
I’ve had the strangest nagging thought since I left Porter’s last night that I wished I’d stayed.
It’s odd because I don’t normally cuddle with anyone, and not because I don’t want to.
I’d love to have more casual physical contact, but growing up, I learned most other people don’t.
That was part of the reason Abbey threw a drink in my face freshman year.
Well, not because of the cuddling, but because we cuddled after sex she’d thought it meant more.
After that, I learned to always set clear boundaries and expectations beforehand, which has meant not cuddling.
So to wake up with my arm around Porter was different. Nice.
Porter’s and my friendship already feels so different from any of my other friends. I constantly want to see him. Maybe I can get him to meet me for lunch again. I pull out my phone to text him.
Will
Hey, what are you doing today?
Instead of locking my phone, I pull up socials but am quickly bored.
Maybe I could jerk off before I head to campus.
How horny I’ve been all semester has nearly gotten out of hand.
Sure, I probably should hook up with someone, but for the first time in my life, that feels like effort.
Sex should be fun, and my right hand has been just fine.
I open my private browser and go to my favorite porn site. Nothing on the home page is sticking out to me as I scroll, and I can’t decide what I’m in the mood for.
A preview finally grabs my attention. A guy is thrusting into a woman with another man in front of her face.
I click on the video without giving it too much thought.
Normally, I watch porn with one guy and one chick.
But that threesome I had with the girls in my history class last year was really fun, so why the hell not?
Sure, this is two guys instead of two girls, but I don’t feel like putting in the effort to find a different one.
As I wait for the ad to finish, I reach down to cup my bare dick and start stroking myself.
The video starts with a woman with bleach blonde hair in a spaghetti strap tank top and a short denim skirt sitting on the couch between the two men.
Both of their thighs are spread out, squeezing her between them—one guy is in sweatpants and the other is in gym shorts.
The one in sweatpants gives the girl a hungry look when she glances at him over her shoulder, reaching out to put her hand on his thigh.
He leans over and picks her up, plopping her right down on top of his lap so she’s straddling him as he traces a finger up her jaw.
It’s hot, exactly what I need so I grab the lube from my side table drawer as I prepare for them to share her.
I squirt some in my hand as the guy guides her jaw to the angle he wants to kiss her.
The man who’s not involved is rubbing his dick through his pants, and my eyes are drawn to his movements while the other guy strips the blonde naked.
Is he just going to watch them? Maybe it’s a cuckold situation.
The woman climbs off sweatpants guy’s lap and drops to her knees in front of him while he pulls down his pants.
His massive cock is straining, and she takes it right into her mouth.
This is where I’d normally start to imagine her mouth on me, but the guy beside them distracts me by taking his dick out.
He starts stroking himself while he changes his position so that he’s now kneeling on the couch and nearly touching the other guy.
I don’t know what the hell I expected when I clicked on this video, but it surely was not the guy whose cock is in the girl’s throat to lean over to suck the other man’s dick.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I have never watched a guy suck a cock before. It’s… Hot is the only word I can think of at the moment, and my dick twitches in my hand.
Maybe I should care more about that reaction, but the porn I regularly watch has always had one dick in it, so adding another doesn’t even seem like a big deal.
Besides, with all the gagging and filthy sounds coming from my screen, now isn’t the time to worry about why I’m focusing more on the men than anything else.
My hand moves faster and a moan slips through my throat. Fuck, this feels good.
They’re switching positions before I know what’s happening. Sweatpants guy with dark hair and a big tattoo on his side is pulling the girl up and she lays on her back on the couch. Shorts guy gets up and strips off his clothes, dirty blond hair falling in his face, as he gets behind the other guy.
Oh fuck, he’s eating the other guy’s ass out while he eats out the girl.
I guess I knew that was a thing people do, but I’ve never actually seen it.
There’s so much happening, I don’t know where to look.
I had no idea this would be so hot. What the hell have I been doing with basic MF porn my whole life?
Add another dick and this is so much more interesting.
My strokes are getting faster, and I don’t think I’m going to make it to them actually fucking. I want to watch everything and enjoy this, but my brain is stuck questioning who’s going to fuck who.
I can’t take the not knowing, so I fast forward as I get closer and closer to my orgasm until I see the dirty blond-haired man fucking the other guy with the rib tattoo while the girl is leaned over him, sucking his dick.
Once again, I don’t know where to focus.
The man in the middle’s face looking understandably blissed out while he’s getting fucked and sucked.
At the same time! Damn, I kind of want to go back and see how they ended up in this position, but my orgasm is too close.
My hand is moving vigorously up and down my shaft, and suddenly a notification pops up on the top of my phone.
Shit, I must’ve forgotten to put it on Do Not Disturb.
Porter sent me a photo, and without thinking, I click on it.
It closes out of my porn and opens a selfie of him.
His messy blond hair is sticking out of his hood that’s pulled over his head, his bright blue eyes are staring back at me through the screen, and his backpack is slung over his shoulder.
His lips are pulled tight as he smiles at the camera, and I smile too, knowing he took this just for me.
For a second, he reminds me of the guy in the video I was just watching, but his hair is definitely a brighter blond—
“Oh fuck,” I cry out as my orgasm slams into me.
One hand is still moving on my dick, my phone held up in the other, and I moan through my release.
When I finally come down from the high of my orgasm, I take in the sight of my stomach coated in my cum, and the selfie of Porter still pulled up on my screen.
Shit. I just came to a photo of Porter.
No.
It wasn’t him. It was the porn.
I was so close before that. It had nothing to do with him because that would officially make me the worst friend ever. Friends don’t jerk off while thinking of each other… even if I did compare his hair color to the guy in the video.
Whatever. It’s my fault for clicking on that selfie when I did. I should’ve known better with how close I was, but I was overwhelmed by the novelty of watching that new dynamic for the first time. I came harder than I have in a long time.
Was it because there were two men? Is that something I might be into?
I’ve enjoyed some wild hookups in my time at this school, but now I’m questioning if I need to add a threesome with another man to my college bucket list. I wouldn’t be opposed. It’s not like dicks are scary.
Do I know any guys who would be into that so I could see if I actually enjoy it as much in person as I did watching it? I think they’d have to be bi to want to do that, right?
Wait. Does that mean I might be bi if I think that I want to?
Huh, who knew one porn video would give me so much to think about.
I really was so confident when I told Porter that I was straight, but I guess that was more of an assumed thing because I’d only ever hooked up with women.
I don’t really have any strong connection or emotional attachment to the label, and I won’t have any sort of identity crisis if it ends up not being true.
Still, these thoughts are pretty sudden and kind of a lot to process for a morning jerk off session. I can think about it more later. Instead of exiting out of the video, I pause it in case I do want to rewatch it in the future, and switch back to my normal browsing tab.
I grab a towel from the hook by my door and wipe myself up, find a pair of shorts, and peek into the hallway to see if the bathroom is free. After I wash myself, dry off, and change, I remember I was so distracted by watching two guys hook up that I never texted Porter back.
I click on my messages, and his face is looking back at me.
Should I compliment him? Nah, that would be weird.
I never compliment Nathan or Cam. They also don’t send me selfies like that, I guess.
But I should probably still go for something safer and more on par with our typical dynamic.
It’s not like I suddenly want to fuck him after one potentially thought-provoking porn video. Do I?
Will
Looks like someone kept you up last night ;) When are you done with class?
I send it then reread the message and realize how sexual that sounds.
Well, shit.
I guess I’m still hung up on that video and how hot it was because that was clearly flirty. But saying he looked tired sounded rude.
It’s fine. I’m sure he knows what I mean since I kept him up and then left in the middle of the night after falling asleep on him.
Porter
Did you forget my class schedule already, stalker?
Porter
Classes on and off till 2. You?
My post-orgasm brain is really throwing me off my game this morning. At least his response is exactly what I should’ve expected from him, and I laugh.
Will
Wanna meet in the library on your break?
Porter
Sure
Will
Great. See ya then
“You guys ready?” I call out as I head down the stairs to Cam and Nathan.
Cam shouts “yeah” from the kitchen, and Nathan nods from behind his phone.
“Great, let’s go.”
“Whoa, what’s the rush, man?” Nathan asks.
“I’m going to meet Porter before class,” I tell both of them as they gather their shit.
Nathan turns to look at me, but Cam speaks, drawing my attention to him. “You’ve sure been spending a lot of time with him lately.”
“What’s the difference between me hanging out with him, and you hanging out with Decker?”
“Good point. It’ll be cool to all live together if you guys agree to move next year.”
“I already told you I would if we get a bigger spot. This place wouldn’t fit us all unless you want to share your room with him, but I’m not volunteering mine,” I dismiss.
“Yeah, yeah. We’ve been looking for a bigger place,” Cam adds.
“Well, send me links, but for now let’s go.” When we get to campus, I park at the athletic building, and we all say our goodbyes before I head to the library.
All Porter said when he responded was “sounds good,” so I’m not sure where exactly to meet him. I lean against the wall by what I’d call the lobby area, not that I know much about libraries, and wait.
“Will! Hey.” Porter smiles, eyes brighter and far more awake now than the photo he sent me earlier. And damn, does he seem happy to see me, which makes me smile.
“Hey, how was your class?” I ask, feeling a strange urge to greet him with a hug. But I shake that thought off because it’d be weird.
“Good. It’s fun to finally be participating rather than just being lectured at. I’ve gotten to do photography, TV and radio, podcasting, even some design. I love it.”
“That’s amazing. If you ever need a model, I have paid experience.” I waggle my eyebrows at him, making him laugh.
“Oh? Tell me more, I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a paid model,” Porter teases.
“I’ll have you know, I’ve posed multiple times for the art students to paint me in the nude.”
Porter stares at me for a moment before a slow smile creeps over his face.
“That is the most Will-coded thing I’ve ever heard.
Oh my god.” He laughs again, and I think he might even be blushing.
“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’m in the wrong major for any of my professors to be excited for a nude portrait of you to come across their desk. ”
“Oh, you never know. I’m sure more would like it than you realize.”
“Nooooo. Come on, Will. Now I’m going to have to sit in my classes and think about my professors looking at a naked photo of you!” he whines.
“You’re welcome.” I wink, and he just shakes his head as he laughs. I wonder if he’s also picturing me naked. My brain is flipping that thought, and now I’m wondering what he’d look like naked. Do I actually want to know? Would I like to see him sprawled out for me the way I saw in the porn video?
“Want to go upstairs?” he asks, pulling me out of my thoughts that spiraled very quickly.
“Sure. I’m down to go wherever, but do you want a coffee first? I didn’t make one at home and wanted to wait for you before ordering.” I nod toward the coffee shop off to our right at the front of the library.
“Look at you still spoiling me,” he jokes with a grin, walking that way without a hint of hesitation. “Sure. Treat me to another coffee, Will.”
“Anything you want.” I follow his lead, standing in line beside him as we both order and I happily pay. His smile as I do makes my chest feel a little more full.
Spoiling him might be my new favorite thing.