Page 97 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

"What are you doing?" then his "Helping you out."

I still didn't know what possessed me to get onto that bed, yet there I was, crawling on top of it and there was Peter's nice large hand smoothing over my ass.

I couldn't breathe, watching as I pulled my boxer shorts down, perfectly in the middle of the frame.

When he pushed the dildo into me, I took a ragged breath, watching the muscles in his forearm flex and hearing my moans mingled with his heavy, aroused breathing for the first time.

I'd known that he took his cock out, that he came on me, but it was like a fever dream that wasn’t quite real in my memory. I hadn't seen his cock then, but when he pulled it out in the video, I nearly choked.

"Fuck," I whispered and despite myself, I reached for my own. I was so hard it was aching, and I gripped the tip, squeezing the pre-come out as I started stroking, hard and fast as he continued to fuck me with the dildo, his big cock resting there on my cheek waiting for its turn. Dammit, why did his cock have to be as attractive as the rest of him? It was fucking perfect.

When I came, it was louder and harder than any other video I had. Sometimes I could make myself come hands-free, but I didn’t usually lose control of my whole body, convulsing like it was too much while I still needed more—which had been exactly how it felt.

Then Peter pulled the dildo out, leaving me gaping, and finally gripped his cock and began stroking it hard and fast.

Sitting in my office chair, I matched his rhythm, gripping the arm hard, and listening to his grunts right against my ears. I came just as semen started spurting from his tip, all over me, soaking me in thick, white strands.

A moan tore from my throat, but I couldn’t stop it. It felt too good.

I arched back, squeezing my cock as it continued to flex.

Finally, I collapsed back just as I was telling Peter to leave in the video.

I sat there, shaking, watching my limp body on the screen as I caught my breath and an idea occurred to me.

The entire video was usable.

We never saw Peter's face and aside from a moment when I looked at him over my shoulder, you never saw mine, either.

I didn't think anyone would recognize me from that little glimpse of eyes and nose, anyway.

Surely it would be a good thing to change it up a bit from my usual solo releases.

Biting my lip, I pulled my hand from my pants, wiping it on some tissues before quickly going onto the Red Light Boys website and into my creator account.

I uploaded the video, titled it ‘CAUGHT BY MY ROOMMATE’, and hit enter before I could chicken out.

I wouldn't be able to film anything else today now. I was too spent.

Sighing, I pushed to my feet.

Peter was definitely bad for business.

I forced myself to shut the computer down and didn’t touch it again for the night. I was too nervous.

Somehow, I made it to the next morning. When I couldn't stay away from the website any longer and finally checked the views, I quickly changed my mind about Peter.

It looked like he was very good for business.

Chapter Four

Peter

Icould barely wrap my head around what had happened between me and Jonas, so the best way to deal with it was to pretend it had never happened, avoid eye contact and be home as little as possible.

And no matter what, do not think about what had happened. Twice.

The problem was that as the days went on, Jonas was getting weirder.

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