Page 34 of Strange Lad

Tower

Itilt my phone horizontally to get a clearer view of the video I’m watching.

There’s nothing, not even a tingle in my dick, but I still study the two men fucking the life out of each other.

How is it that I got hard watching Oli sleep, which then resulted in me jerking off in his shower, but two dudes going to town does zilch for my libido? It doesn’t make any sense. I try to picture myself as either of these guys, and my stomach feels funny. I can’t decide if that image is good or horribly wrong.

When I decided to watch gay porn onpurpose, I was worried I’d find Eli’s videos by accident. But then I remembered Phoenix telling me that Eli isn’t doing porn anymore. He’s taking ballet and enrolling in online classes for business, I think? I hadn’t been paying attention because I was in the midst of existential dread over keeping my budding attraction for his little brother a secret.

So, thankfully, I don’t need to have the image of Eli dickin’ down burned into my retinas.

No, thank you.

I don’t get who decides to be the top and bottom. How does that work?

Phoenix had said once that he never bottomed. Does he just not like his asshole played with? Is that how it’s decided? It seems like a logical deduction, but I’m just not sure that it’s as cut and dry.

Maybe it’s about the individual. Who is more domineering versus submissive? I think back to when I was with Riley. What role did I play? I’m a giver; I know that much. I like to please my partner thoroughly. But I’m also naturally a pushover. I think I could be dominated and be into it.

Oh, well hello, you.

I glance down at my dick, slowly rising in my briefs. Yeah, I stripped down into my underwear, just in case. You never know when the mood will strike, and you need to bust a nut. I was fairly certain I wouldn’t need to do that before, but now… I go back to my original thought. And, of course, because I’m still confused about all of this, I imagine Oli in my daydream.

What would he do? Would he lay there and take it? Like the guy bent in half currently, or would he be riding my ass like this buff guy. My eyes flutter shut while my hand snakes into my underwear.

I don’t think Oli would just let it happen. It’d be a fight togetit to happen, and when it did, I think he’d crack apart. I’d have to coax it out of him, seduce him, and make him frantic for a taste. A wild animal would be set free.

He’d bury his cock so far up—

“Oh fuck,” I gasp, coming in my fist after like…four pumps. What the fuck is happening to me? I squeeze the tip, milking the last few drops out before my mind goes right back to the little movie it’d been playing.

He’d be firm but tender, I know it. His hands would be reverent. An ownership exchange would happen.

I drop my phone, not caring anymore about the video.

Wiggling out of my underwear, I get them down to my ankles before spreading my knees. I examine the milky fluid on my fingers, an idea forming before I can stop it. Lowering them past my balls, below my taint, and in between the crease of my ass, I swipe at my hole.

My nipples harden the moment I do it, and my cock tingles.

Huh. That’s new.

So I do it again, but it's slower this time. Every muscle in my body tenses with anticipation. My spent dick is rallying fast, plumping up and thickening. I bite my lip, swirling my wet finger around and around, eyes crossing with how deliciously sensitive it is down there. There’s a voice purring in my ear to shove it in, just fuck onto it, but I rip my hand away as panic settles deep in my chest.

“Noway,” I say to the ceiling. “Holy shit.”

I’m in shock, cock hard as steel once again. Nerve endings are firing off like Christmas lights. My hips absently thrust into the air, needing more. How have I never done this before?

Creeping my hand back down to my ass like I’m going to get caught, a high-pitched moan escapes me while I play with myself some more. My dick is oozing from my slit, pouting and whining. I’m writhing on my bed, denying myself what I want because I still can’t believe I’m into this. But eventually, it gets to be too much, my body demanding that I just do it.

As soon as my finger pushes through, my toes curl, and my ass clenches greedily, sucking the whole digit inside. I’m panting, moaning, cock bobbing, and leaking all over me. It’s a big fucking mess, and I’m stuffing my own cum soaked finger up my ass looking for that magic spot I know is in here.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, finding it a moment later. I hammer against it like a madman, sensations I’ve never felt beforeconsuming me alive. It’s fuckingaddictingand mind-altering, and I can’t stop pressing on it.

“Ohmygod. Ohmygod,” I chant, balls drawing up tight, micro tremors quaking in my thighs.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” I yell as my back bows off the bed, knees holding me up as I come so hard that I shoot myself in the face.

I tremble and jerk, slowly easing my finger out of my ass and collapsing.

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