“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 myname 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.
25
PORTER
Holy fucking shit! Did that really just happen?
Surely, I’m about to wake up from a dream. Is Will even at the lake house yet? Maybe I fell asleep waiting for him, and my mind came up with this fantasy.
But the longer I sit here staring at Will, naked and covered in his release, the more I believe this is real. I’m coming down from my post-orgasm bliss, and I attempt to regain some control, forcing what I hope is a confident smile. All that dirty talk was so fucking hot in the moment, but now I’m trying to cover up the fact that I’m kind of freaking the fuck out.
I still can’t believe any of that actually happened. Leaving the dildo out was a complete accident. I thought I’d clean it after Josie left and put it away well before Will got here. I know better than to do something that could be interpreted as suggestive. But he eagerly took it as some sort of… invitation? Challenge? Whatever the word is, he was so insistent that he wanted to watch…
How the fuck was I supposed to refuse that? I’m only human. I can only resist the man I have a huge crush on so much before Iinevitably give in.
He said that he was wrong about being straight. That he’s been questioning his sexuality.Could it be because of me?No, that’s ridiculous. Maybe having a gay friend for the first time encouraged him to expand his thinking, but I’m not naive enough to believe that he’s so attracted to me specifically that it inspired a bi-awakening or whatever label he’ll land on.
If he even changes it at all. And that’s a really big if.
