Pornstar {MxM}

awkward encounters and lust-filled temptations

A few days later, Reggie was still trying his best to be a better person and flatmate so after breakfast on Saturday, he volunteered to wash up all the dirty clothes in the house and tidied the huge living room alone. In the evening, immediately after dinner, he sent Ceaser out of the kitchen and washed up lots of pots and other utensils used for dinner preparation.

When he got back to the living room, the couple were munching popcorns on the sofa, eyes on the TV as they watched the latest episode of Squid Game.

“Does this belong to anyone of you?” He held up towel that was slung over the back of a chair.

 They all turned to him.

“Nope.” Ceaser said.

“I think it belongs to Derek. He should be up in his room.”

Feeling a whole lot helpful, Reggie decide to take it up for him. He stormed down the vast corridor, past his own bedroom and Owen’s and took a few turns to the innermost part of the flat were Derek’s bedroom was located. His door was opened slightly, but Reggie found it gentlemanly to knock lightly on it.

“Um…Derek?”

No reply.

Assuming the bloke was out, he held the handle and pushed wider, letting himself in through the gap. He closed the door quietly behind him and stopped to let his vision adjust to the darkness. At the farthest end of the room, bent over a chair with a laptop in front of him was Derek.

He wasn’t out.

He was definitely in!

Looking closely, Reggie detected a second, larger-than-life presence looming over the bloke, thrusting his humongous d**k roughly into his mouth as Derek gagged and choked on it. They were both butt naked, and Reggie felt the rippling effect of their actions summoning his d**k. The slender guy mouth f*****g Derek bent slightly to slap his butt, Derek’s hiss muffled. They were f*****g in front of…fuck, was that Skype? Maybe they were having an online group s*x.

But the screen didn’t look like Skype; there was a distinctive navy blue logo that even from the door, Reggie could read “Men at Play” And – Oh f**k. The profile picture bore a massive image of a huge d**k – probably Derek’s. Surely, it couldn’t be what Reggie was thinking…

“s**t, sorry, sorry!” Reggie blurted, unable to take it anymore. He felt like he was going to be sick.

“What the f**k?” The slender guy retrieved his d**k from Derek’s mouth as they wheeled around, simultaneously managing to whip up a nearby blanket which he used to cover them both. Derek looked aghast.

“Oh my God, haven’t you heard of knocking? How long have you been standing there?”

“A few minutes, and I swear to God, I did knock.” Reggie said helplessly, trying not to let his gaze stray downwards to the bulges trying to poke through the blanket. Okay Reggie, eyes up. f**k, don’t make this even more awkward than it already is. “You didn’t answer me.”

“That’s because we didn’t f*****g hear you! Then you just barged in anyway. That’s rude.” They looked like frightened kittens, trying to cover up their erections with their hands.

“Not cool man.” The slender guy said, frowning. “This is f****d up Derek. I told you something like this will happen someday, but you didn’t listen. We should be having sessions like this in my house where there’s no interruptions.”

Derek’s face was flushed. It was hard for Reggie to tell how much embarrassment and how much anger he was trying his best to balance out. “You should have simply locked it,” he mumbled thoughtlessly, then kicked himself mentally when he realized how unhelpful he sounded.

“Well what the hell are you still waiting for? Go!”

“Once again I’m so sorry.” Reggie apologised. “I… didn’t mean…” he mumbled, lost for words. “I found this in the living room. It’s yours. I should get going now.” He threw the towel at their faces, turned and fled, shutting the door with a loud bang behind him.

Back in his own room, Reggie paced about – awkward as heck.

“f**k, f**k, f**k, fuckkity f**k!” He scrubbed his hands through his hair, flung a pillow or two across the room, and glared at his phone from where it sat on the nightstand, a tempting urge to take it swirling through him.

No, no, no you can’t possibly –

He let himself fall backwards on the bed, rubbed his face with both hands in frustration and stared at the ceiling, mental images of what must be going on currently in Derek’s room flooding his mind.

He got up and locked his door, temptation and curiosity winning over as he desperately needed answers. He’d never imagined Derek to be at the receiving end in s*x, what with all the impressive height, rigid build and muscly arms but what he’d encountered back there opened up a whole new world of possibilities. He scooted over to the end of the bed and picked up his phone. He scrolled a bit and tapped on his web browser, typing in the words burned onto his brain: Men at Play.

After confirming that he was above eighteen and some other sign up preliminaries, the site loaded quickly and Reggie half covered his face with a hand, as though peeking through his fingers would make it any better. He scrolled through a few clips of men on suits pounding each other but none of them was Derek.

Then he noticed a link at the top reading “Live Shows.”

Mouth dry and heart thudding violently in his chest, he clicked on it. He didn’t think it was possible for his heart to beat any faster, but when he saw the huge d**k from earlier glaring at him from a thumbnail image, he almost passed out.

He tossed his phone aside and stood to start pacing again. No, no, no I shouldn’t go any further. I’ve confirmed my suspicions and it’s none of my business. I should forget about this. Forget about this whole experience…Yet, he found himself reaching for his phone with a shaking hand and clicking on the image.

Immediately, his screen turned blank, then Derek’s voice came out of his speakers, tiny but unmistakable. “Anyways, let’s get back to business guys. Sorry about that interruption. i was careless enough to leave my door open. But I guess I’ve scared my housemate enough so he’ll be more careful in the future.”

His boyfriend-or-partner, whatever chuckled beside him. Now in the overhead lights, Reggie could make out his features. Thin-lipped, bushy brows and a symmetrical nose. Reggie couldn’t beat his perfection.

“Okay, let’s get the show back on. It’s time. Harvey, you ready?”

“Born ready.” The slender guy – Harvey smirked as he stroked his unbelievably long d**k idly. Derek got off his chair and sat on Harvey’s laps, straddling him, then reached his left hand back to position Harvey’s d**k into his pink hole which was already moist due to the lube applied earlier. Derek guided it deeper, eyes shut as he gasped softly while Harvey encouraged him. “Ooh, yeah, nice fit. Just perfect babe.” He rasped in a low tone.

This was so wrong. So, so wrong on so many levels. But Reggie couldn’t seem to look away, he hadn’t noticed the chat box on the side of the screen. He tapped on it and at once, a barrage of messages popped up.

Fuck

Wish it was me. Suck good d**k.

Hurry up and get to the good part, James!

Ride that d**k like Cardi Andretti!

In response, Derek wiggled a bit on Harvey’s c**k, getting used to the feeling as he began moving, plopping down rapidly while Harvey pinched his n*****s, teasing them with his wet tongue. Suddenly, Reggie’s hand found its way to his d**k. He squeezed himself through his sweatpants, smearing his hands with precome.

Perhaps it was a bit normal to be turned on by this. Watching a guy riding another guy’s d**k was making Reggie think about riding. Reggie liked riding. He enjoyed it when Rachel rode on his c**k and he spanked her butt, cheering her on – who didn’t like riding or being rode on?

He shook his head. It wasn’t that he thought what they were doing normal, because Reggie sure as heck wasn’t gay. He liked girls. He liked girls riding on his d**k. He liked cupping their t**s and fingering them so hard till their came, and just because things didn’t work out with Rach didn’t mean anything had changed. He was still very much interested in girls and he was looking forward to hooking up someday. He’d never been interested in gay s*x before.

Before? Reggie quickly dismissed the thought. This wasn’t interest.

But he had is hands rummaging through his closet now for Rachel’s dildos which she’d forgotten and when he positioned it firmly on the chair, whipped down his pants and slung his legs apart over the equipment. He eased it down his butt, biting back the searing pain and a helpless moan. He began moving in sync with Derek who was going faster now, panting and groaning as Harvey’s d**k disappeared inside him. Reggie’s muscles clenched as the dildo hit just the right spot, fisting his d**k faster.

“f**k,” Derek gritted out. “That feels so good. He’s hitting my prostate just right…Harvey…oh f**k this feels great…is your boyfriend f*****g you just right like Harvey’s doing? Or are you imagining this is your c**k in me? You gonna do a better job?”

Reggie couldn’t tear his gaze away from the chat box, checking if anyone was replying. He wasn’t to forget about the other watchers. To pretend Derek was putting on a show for him and him alone.

“Yeah,” He muttered. “f**k yeah.”

“Or are you f*****g yourself with your fingers or a dildo and wishing it was my c**k you were sitting? Your arse feels so good, so tight. You’re gonna make me come…”

“s**t!” Reggie’s brain imploded. That mental image burning off in his head and causing his balls to tighten. He gasped as his body tensed and jerked with his release, his vision graying out in the edges as thick strings of come spurted from his c**k onto the floor. Derek’s orgasm came afterwards, rocking through his body while Harvey growled, shaking and panting.

“f**k,” Derek said weakly, disentangling from Harvey. The white liquid ran down his inner thighs as he reached for a tissue box to clean off. “That was a good one. I hope you all had a fun time as well.” He held his hand up to the camera, a web of come linking his fingers as he guided them into Harvey’s mouth. “Tonight was great and all. I hope to see you next time. Tuesday night. Don’t forget to follow me so you won’t missed our clips or any of our live shows. I’ve also attached my social media handles in case that’s your thing. Tell your buddies about us. Share the link to our clips to them and don’t stlop being amazing. Good night and sweet dreams. Love you. Jamvey out.”

Derek loomed close to the camera, blew it a kiss and then the feed went blank.

Alone in the silence of his room, Reggie came back from cloud nine to the stifling realization of the whole situation. Standing in the center of his room, pants off and dildo detached, there was no way he could get away from the fact that he’d just m*********d over a video of his flatmate being f****d.

His male housemate who he had a crush on. f****d. By another man.

And he’d come harder than he’d ever done in his life.

Damn.