24. Will #2
Porter looks up to meet my gaze, eyes shining with far too many emotions for me to decipher as he mutters, “Fuck it. There’s no going back now.
” He coats his fingers in lube and rubs them over his hole.
It looks so small, so tight. I’ve been watching enough porn to understand what he’s doing, that he’s prepping himself.
A part of me wishes I could be the one doing that for him, but watching him like this, knowing he’s putting on this show for me, and that he’s never done it for anyone else, fuck.
The lust that’s coursing through me right now is overwhelming.
This whole situation is turning me on in a way I didn’t realize was even possible.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, unable to stop myself. “You look so good like that.”
The hesitance he seemed to have before is nowhere to be seen now. There’s a wicked glint in his eye as he responds. “Like what?”
“The way you’re on display, arching your back like that, getting all open and ready for me…
Shit, I mean, for the toy.” A wave of heat washes over me, and I’m sure I’m blushing, but I’m too turned on to care about the slipup.
I do wish it was my cock anyway. I didn’t exactly hide that. Would he want that too?
He chuckles low in his throat as he slides a finger inside himself and groans.
My knuckles are white from how hard I’m gripping the arms of this chair to stop myself from fisting my dick, but I don’t want to do anything that could distract me from him.
I’m mesmerized by his fingers pumping in and out of himself, wet with lube as he adds another.
The grunts and whimpers he’s making are driving me wild.
Making me wonder what he’d sound like if it was me touching him.
If I’m lucky enough to ever get the opportunity.
“Ready for the real show?” he asks, and I nod, not trusting my voice.
Porter grabs the dildo, holding the base as he squeezes more lube onto it.
He takes a spare pillow with his other hand and adds it under his hips before bringing the toy to his hole.
On a breathy exhale, he slowly pushes the toy in, and his ass swallows it inch by inch until just the suction base he’s holding is still visible.
“Oh god,” I groan, finally giving in and palming myself through my boxers. “You’re so fucking hot. This is incredible, holy shit.”
Porter makes another breathy noise and starts to move, shifting his hips to meet the toy as he thrusts it slowly in and out of himself in a steady rhythm that has me squirming in the chair.
Each time the toy sinks fully inside of him, a soft moan escapes his lips, and the muscles in his thighs tense.
Sitting here without being able to touch him feels like torture.
But this is what we agreed to. I shouldn’t push my luck. I should be grateful he agreed to this part so quickly.
“Do you like watching me?” he taunts, the confidence I’m used to from him returning in full force as he gives into his pleasure. “Do you like seeing me take this cock?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then why am I the only one who’s naked? You were just bragging about how big your dick is. Let me see it, or do I need to dare you to take it out?”
I huff out a laugh as I hurry out of my underwear. I love getting to see the playful side of him. I want to encourage it even more. I stretch out as much as the chair allows, spit in my hand, and stroke my dick in time with his movements as I ask, “Are you imagining that’s my cock?”
“Do you want it to be, Daddy?” he taunts, followed by the filthiest fucking moan I’ve ever heard.
That word. That fucking word. It’s like a shot of lust straight to my core.
I’m leaking precum all over my stomach now, breath coming in ragged gasps.
Any sense of a filter or concern over what exactly we agreed to are gone.
I answer honestly, hoping that he’s as into this as I am.
“Yes, fuck, I want you to ride my cock.”
Porter’s eyes roll back in his head as he starts riding the dildo harder, faster.
The sounds he’s making are absolutely obscene.
He’s fucking himself with a new intensity, his hips lifting off the bed with each thrust onto the toy.
I can see his hole stretched around it—pink and glistening with lube.
“Fuck yourself like you mean it,” I command, stroking my cock faster. “Show me how badly you want it.”
He whimpers, adjusting his angle slightly, and suddenly he’s crying out with each thrust. His free hand wraps around his cock that’s been leaking all over his stomach. “Oh god, Will, right there. Fuck, right there.”
I watch him lose himself completely to the sound of my name on his lips, his body arching, his thighs trembling as he chases his release. The sight of him so undone, so desperate for pleasure, is almost too much to handle. I’m so close to coming just from watching him.
“Come for me, Porter,” I command. “Let me see you come.”
His eyes fly open, locking with mine as he strokes himself faster. “With you,” he pants. “Want to come with you.”
This is so filthy, and I’m too consumed by my pleasure to last any longer anyway. “Oh fuck, I’m coming.” I barely get the words out before my cock is jerking in my hand. I scramble to catch my release as my orgasm slams into me with so much force that I swear I black out.
Porter moans, and I will my vision to return just in time to see the look of ecstasy on his face as he works his cock through his climax.
We’re both panting, covered in cum, and for a moment we just stare at each other. I have no idea what he’s thinking. I can’t even process my own thoughts at the moment, but slowly, one side of his mouth lifts in a cocky grin, and I mirror his expression.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “That was…”
“Amazing,” I finish for him. “You’re amazing.”
He laughs, a soft, breathy sound before he adds, “You’re not so bad yourself, Daddy,” with a wink.
I groan, wanting to wrap my arms around him and pull him closer. “Don’t call me that unless you’re ready to go again.”
His eyes light up as he teases, “Is that a promise?”
I can’t hold back my laugh, smiling as I think about how different this turned out than how I thought I’d tell Porter about questioning my sexuality.
It was so much better.
And I think it’s safe to say the questions have been answered. I’m definitely bi.