Start touching yourself as you watch
From Create Your Own Story
The door creaks softly as you press against it, the gap just wide enough to drink in the sinful sight before you. Kevin—your best friend, your gym partner, the guy you've fantasized about for fucking months—lies sprawled across his bed, cock in hand, stroking himself with slow, deliberate pulls. The glow of the porn flickering on the TV paints his sweat-slicked body in shifting shadows, the sounds of moans and skin slapping filling the room like a goddamn symphony.
Your breath hitches. His thighs flex as his fist speeds up, the thick vein running along his shaft pulsing under your hungry gaze. Pre-cum glistens at the tip, dripping down his length, and Christ, you want to lick it off, taste him, swallow every drop. Your own dick strains against your zipper, throbbing so hard it aches. No point resisting—you palm yourself through your jeans, biting back a groan as pleasure sparks up your spine.
Kevin arches off the bed, a moan tearing from his throat as his free hand grips the sheets. "Fuck—" His abs clench, his balls tightening, and then he's coming, ropes of cum painting his stomach in thick stripes. Some lands on his collarbone, glistening under the dim light. His hips jerk through the aftershocks, his cock twitching, still hard, still leaking.
Then—oh shit—his head turns.
Your Eyes lock.
Your hand's still wrapped around your dick, stroking shamelessly.
"Jake?" Kevin's voice is rough, wrecked. His gaze drops to your fist. "The hell are you—?"
Do you :
