Page 35 of One More Dare
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 andenjoy 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 likethat, 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.
