24. Will
WILL
The fire crackles, heat blasting in front of us as we warm up from the lake. I love that we did that. That we bonded over our futures and made promises to look out for each other even after school ends.
Hanging out with Porter is always a great time, but something about being alone here with him feels really special, as though maybe things are changing between us.
I’m not sure how they’re changing exactly, and maybe it’s all in my head, but I know I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being attracted to him.
Now I just need to figure out what to do about it.
“You okay?” I ask Porter, checking in now that we’re regulating back to our normal temperatures.
“Yeah, you?”
I nod, and his gaze drops to my mouth for half a second before snapping back up, as if he didn’t mean to let me catch that.
My heart kicks hard against my ribs once again because that one look is making my thoughts spin…
What would it be like to kiss him? Is he attracted to me, too? Does he want to kiss me?
I clear my throat and sit back a little, breaking whatever spell was forming before I get carried away.
“We should probably… shower,” I suggest, gesturing vaguely at our still-damp bodies.
Porter laughs. “Yeah, but there’s only one bathroom. You can go first. I’m not ready to leave this fireplace yet.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” He nods, so I stand and head to the bathroom after grabbing my clothes.
I flip the bathroom light on and close the door behind me as I walk in. My jaw drops open as I take in the room because there’s no way I’m actually seeing what I’m seeing right now.
Suctioned to the vanity countertop is a dildo. A massive fucking dildo sticking right up, pointing toward the ceiling.
Holy. Shit.
Did Porter leave this out intentionally?
He knew I was coming. Did he want me to see it?
Is he trying to gauge my reaction, to see if I’m into him?
Because I am. This doesn’t deter me. It’s only causing my mind to race with different scenarios and thoughts of Porter using it.
Of him stroking his dick while fucking himself on the silicone toy.
Moving closer to it, I realize it isn’t that big.
I think it was just the initial shock. I’ve never seen a dildo before.
I tilt my head, hold my fingers up next to it in a circle to compare the girth, and yeah, I’m pretty confident my hard dick is bigger than this toy.
But it’s not too far off, which I think means Porter could take my cock.
If he wanted.
“Oh fuck,” I groan out loud. My dick is growing thicker in my still-wet boxer briefs, and I reach down to squeeze it.
“Uh, Will.” Porter’s voice is barely a whisper as he knocks.
“Forget something in here?” I tease through the door, but I make my way over to open it, still hard and not really caring if he notices at this point.
“I forgot, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave it out like that!” His cheeks are flushed from embarrassment. I’ve never seen him flustered like this. It’s cute.
“No worries. I was just in here letting my imagination run wild. I’ll admit my first thought was, ‘Holy shit, that’s massive, how does that fit?’ But then I realized my dick is actually bigger,” I tell him proudly.
He stares at me in disbelief, like his brain is rebooting, but I did just kind of admit I was imagining him fucking himself on his toy. Or my dick. Maybe I should have thought about my reply a little more, but fuck, that’s a hot visual. I kind of can’t think about anything else.
“You… what?” he finally asks.
Is now the time to tell him that I’ve been thinking about exploring my sexuality more? I can’t imagine there’d be a better time than now, it’s probably overdue, but how much should I admit?
“Does it feel good?” I ask instead, unable to let the dildo part go. Or more accurately, the images of him taking my dick instead.
He hesitates, still looking shocked by the conversation, but finally answers. “Yes.”
My dick twitches at the confirmation. Suddenly, all my concerns about blurring the lines of our friendship or what might happen if I don’t end up enjoying being with another man are gone.
I’m so turned on right now by the thought of him using this toy, I feel like I might die if I don’t get to see it for real.
We’ll need to have more of a conversation about my attraction to him, but right now, it’s like my brain is locked-in on his dildo and won’t acknowledge any other possible topic.
I haven’t made the conscious decision yet, but I hear myself ask, “Will you show me?”
“W-what?” he stutters, not meeting my gaze as he looks around the room, seeming more reserved than I’ve ever seen him.
Something in me loves knowing I’m the one who has him so flustered, but I also don’t want to make him uncomfortable.
He should know how fucking hot he is, and I want to remind my confident friend why he got “lucky you” tattooed on his hip.
“Porter, look at me,” I say in a firm tone, and his blue eyes immediately snap up to meet mine. I smirk. “Good boy.”
“What is happening right now?” he whispers, almost to himself.
“I want to watch you fuck yourself on your dildo,” I explain plainly.
“But… you’re… Right? I mean… Are you?” He can’t seem to form a complete question, but I think I know what he’s getting at.
I shake my head. This isn’t how I pictured telling him, but there’s no going back now.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about my sexuality lately, watching porn and wondering if I’d like to hook up with another man.
” He makes a high-pitched squeaking sound, and I think I might have broken him.
His jaw is hanging open, and he seems to be processing, so I continue honestly.
“I got really fucking hard when I pictured you with the dildo. I still am.”
Porter swallows visibly, throat bobbing as his eyes snap to mine, and he lets out another whimper. I can see the desire swirling in his gaze, the way his breathing picks up. He wants this, but he’s holding himself back. “But you’re stra—”
“Nope,” I cut him off. “I was wrong.”
“How can you be so sure?” he asks hesitantly.
Instead of responding with words, I point toward my hard cock. My damp underwear is clinging to it and doing absolutely nothing to hide the outline. The urge to rip them off is strong, but I’m still trying to give him the control here. He has to decide to do this.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t encourage him.
“Porter, I’m going crazy right now thinking about you with that dildo stretching your ass, picturing you using it to make yourself come. Do you slam down against it, hard and fast? Or do you draw it out, teasing and slow?”
“Fuck, Will.” He reaches down to adjust his own erection. Holy shit. Seeing the evidence of his arousal turns me on even more, and pride washes over me for eliciting that type of reaction. His pupils are blown wide, and he’s licking his lips as he stares at my dick.
He’s obviously conflicted about the decision. He didn’t say he didn’t want to show me though, he tried to remind me that I’ve claimed to be straight.
I think we both want this, but he needs that final push.
Permission to take what he wants.
“Another dare,” I suggest. “And a promise that this won’t come between us.”
That’s been my biggest concern in telling him I’m attracted to him.
So maybe that’s why he’s hesitating now—he doesn’t want it to come between us either.
And maybe I’m taking the easy way out by asking to watch him instead of actually hooking up, but this feels safer.
If he does agree, we can go from there. But if we’re on the same page, if we both want this, then I don’t see any reason we shouldn’t act on what we both want.
His eyes are big, pleading as he asks, “You mean that?”
“Yes, P. I do.” I give him a moment, and he finally nods.
I let out a relieved sigh. He wants this. Maybe even wants me.
Fuck, this is so hot. I don’t want there to be any confusion over what we’re agreeing to, so I repeat my request. “I dare you to fuck yourself on your dildo in front of me so I can watch.”
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Porter shakes his arms out like he’s trying to physically reset himself, then stands a little taller. A wide smile stretches across his face. “Well, come on then.” He grabs the dildo and turns to leave the bathroom.
All the cold from the lake is completely forgotten as I follow him into the bedroom.
My heart is racing a mile a minute in anticipation.
My dick feels like it’s going to rip right through my briefs with how hard I am.
This is really happening. I’m about to watch Porter fuck himself, and the knowledge of that makes me feel like I could come right now.
“I’ve never done this in front of anyone before,” he admits. “You’re sure about this, Will?”
“Yes,” I answer confidently. A chair is in the corner of the room, so I drag it closer to the bed where I’ll have a clear view. I settle in, spreading my thighs, but leaving my underwear on. For now. It should be clear I’m not going anywhere, though. “Show me.”
A slow smile spreads across his face as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a bottle of lube. I bite my lip to hide my smirk. He seemed to put the lube away just fine. He strips out of his underwear before crawling onto the bed, and my mouth goes dry.
He’s putting on a show, arching his back and swaying his hips as he does. He’s such a tease as he positions himself so he’s sprawled out with his legs spread open, his hips angled up so he’s completely bare for me. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.