“Look, man, we can put a pillow between us or something but I’m gonna need to beat off. Do you care?”

I looked over at Miles, dumbfounded.

“What,” I stammered, “like right now?”

He was already lifting up his shirt and biting it, messing with the strings of his sweatpants.

“Uh-huh,” he intoned through the cotton clamped between his teeth.

He hadn’t exactly waited for an answer, but that was how he always acted: Bulling right ahead with whatever he wanted, assuming everyone had the same sensibilities he did.

"Alright," I said, keeping my voice even.

Not that I was complaining. I thought I did a pretty good job of keeping it quiet—you never knew with soccer players if they were going to act homophobic or extremely gay—but my bisexuality had created some awkward moments in the locker room ever since I joined the local pickup league. Miles was one of the guys that liked to play up the pranks and slap-ass, but in my experience that usually meant a guy was straight.

Speaking of, where on the meter did this kind of thing fall? Seemed pretty gay to me whipping your cock out, hanging with a new friend for the first time in a one-on-one setting. I’d come over to his apartment to have a few beers and talk about the upcoming season, but when I’d arrived thirty minutes prior, Miles had been partway through watching some show. Instead of turning it off like a good host, he’d patted the loveseat next to him absently and told me there was beer in the fridge.

Typical of him, really, but I was just glad to get into his air-conditioned place and sit down. The late summer heat refused to give up, and I’d turned my shirt a darker shade of green just walking over. He only had a single window unit so it wasn’t much of a difference, but once I’d had a few sips of my beer, I was feeling a lot better. The show was from some expensive streaming service. I’d heard about it, but didn’t really care about following closely, mostly looking at my phone.

I was also sneaking peeks over at Miles, trying to be low key about it. He might have been a little dense and bro-ey, but he was fine as hell. He knew it too, I couldn’t figure out if that annoyed me or attracted me to him. Tanned olive-toned skin, short curly black hair, severe brown eyes peering out underneath intense brows, and shapely lips always seconds away from cracking a goofy smile. He had a small gap between his front teeth that drove me crazy when he showed it off on the field, hollering and joking with the team.

That’s to say nothing about his body. Miles was a little taller than average, and he had that perfect mixture of toned athlete’s physique with a bit of padding. His chest was strong with a light coating of dark hair, and while his abdominals were developed they had a small layer of fat that looked mouthwatering in his tight tank tops. I’d definitely stared at his well-rounded bubble butt during practices, though I tried pretty hard not to look below the waist in the showers, worried I’d be hard every time.

It had all been a pretty standard (and boring) guy hang, until the episode ended with an incredibly graphic sex scene. Cable-style, not pulling punches, tits and ass, a little cock silhouette too. I’d looked up from my phone when the moaning started, trying to remember who was who. I’d started to ask a question but Miles had shushed me, one hand waving carelessly towards my face as he paid rapt attention to the screen.

What was he, a virgin? The actors were hot, sure, but unless there was some hidden story meaning I couldn’t understand it wasn’t like he was going to miss anything important to the plot. It was kind of surreal watching a twenty-five year-old dude lean forward, his neck craning as the couple on the screen went at each other, his mouth slightly open from focus. Sort of fascinated, I looked over at him as the woman gasped that she was cumming.

Then I saw it. Running down the leg of his light-blue sweatpants, shifting and tensing slightly as it grew, Miles’s cock was getting hard. I turned my head so it wasn’t obvious that I was staring, but his attention was glued to the television, I could have stripped naked and I doubt he’d have noticed.

I couldn’t tell because the fabric of his sweats was layered on top, but it looked pretty big. Inching a bit farther forward, it seemed to hit full mast and start pushing out from his thigh, bobbing slightly and making itself even more obvious. I felt myself start to get hard, that familiar swelling feeling as my shaft peeled away from my sweaty leg and balls. Bad day to wear boxers; if I got fully boned there was no way I’d be able to play it off.

Only here was Miles, tenting his sweatpants like crazy! What did I care? He didn’t know I was getting hot and bothered watching him drool and stiff up over the stupid show.

The episode cut out right as the guy pulled back, the camera behind him as he started jerking himself off and groaning, a hard punk track picking up with the credits.

“Shit!” exclaimed Miles, throwing up his arms in frustration. “Always with the cliffhangers.”

“I don’t think that’s what a cliffhanger is, bro.”

He looked over at me like he’d just remembered I was there.

“Bro, that’s the definition of a cliffhanger; they left us hanging!”

I laughed, swigging some of my beer.

“You mean you don’t know exactly what happened right after the scene went black?”

“He was about to cum all over her!”

“Yeah, man,” I went on, noticing the flush in his stubbled cheeks, “a cliffhanger is when you don’t know how it ends.”

He shook his head at me, draining the rest of his beer.

“Whatever, whatever,” he said. “I didn’t know they were about to fuck, I would have saved it for when I’m alone.”

What was with this guy? He acted like we were teenagers or something.

That’s how we came to be sitting there, Miles fiddling with the knot in his sweats, his lightly furred stomach shifting as he held his shirt in between his teeth. I was already close to fully hard, and if he was serious, I was definitely curious to see what he was packing. I’d checked out his bulge a few times like everyone else on the team, but there was glancing and then there was getting an eyeful of someone’s hard cock up close.

“No big deal. Not like we haven’t seen it all before.”

He stopped for a second with his thumbs hooked in the elastic of his sweats, looking over at me with a cocky, doubtful expression. Had he caught me peeking before? He didn’t seem to buy my nonchalance, but I didn’t know what was going through his head.

Setting my phone on the table, trying not to look as I heard the rasping sound of his sweats getting pulled down, his hand came into view as he gestured at his laptop.

“You wanna pull something up?”

My heart rate suddenly spiking, it became clear that he was serious.

Here goes nothing. I looked up to the television as he turned it off, catching a glancing view of him in the reflection on the blank screen. He was sitting with his knees spread wide, sweats and underwear pulled to his ankles.

“What’s your password?” I pulled his laptop close and opened it, still trying to sound casual.

“I don’t have one.” I thought I could hear the soft sounds on skin on skin, but I kept my head straight.

Classic confident jock leaving his computer unprotected, I had to give him credit for not being self-conscious or paranoid. Booting it up, I opened the web browser and was unsurprised to see the site I was looking for suggested as soon as I typed the letter p. I smiled a little as I hit enter.

Then I saw his front page. I wasn’t too sure about how it all worked, but I knew the algorithm suggested videos based on what you watched, and if his habits so far were any indication it was unlikely Miles used private windows or cleared his history.

There was...a lot to discover. I’d expected some camgirls, maybe the odd step-sibling video or whatever, typical stuff for a guy like Miles. There was some of that, but I didn’t even have to scroll to see the first thumbnail that made my jaw almost drop. I read the title just to be sure.

HORNY FEMBOY TOYS HIS ASS AND CUMS FOR YOU

I didn’t hover over it with the cursor, just scrolled a little like I was browsing, but my mind was racing as my dick got harder against my leg. There was more, peppered in with the usual stuff; some videos with trans girls together, some gangbang stuff, nothing with just cis gay guys but definitely not your standard straight dude fare.

“Just pick something, bro.” Miles sounded impatient. I couldn’t be sure if he was looking intently at the screen or just noticing that I hadn’t made a selection yet.

Swallowing, I panicked a little and clicked on a straight video of an amateur couple doing a webcam show. They were definitely hot, the chick’s big pillowy ass bouncing in her tiny thong as she blew the fit guy sitting on the bed in front of her. He kept reaching over and grabbing it, slapping it while she deepthroated him, spreading her cheeks apart for the camera.

Shifting the laptop towards the middle of the table, I put the video on fullscreen and sat back, stripping off my sweaty shirt and tossing it on the floor. I always got fully naked whenever I jerked off, and if Miles was going to insist, I was going to get comfortable. There was also a part of me that wanted to show off a little, even if we were going to be focused on the porn in front of us. Hitching my hips up so I could pull my shorts and boxers down, my hardening cock made a great outline. I hoped he saw it.

Pulling them over my ankles, I settled to get comfortable in just my socks. The leather of Miles’s couch was soft against my skin, and even though I was sweaty, I was glad I’d felt confident enough to strip. My semi was close to fully hard, and as it grew my balls came unstuck from my leg, my knees spreading until the right one touched Miles’s.

“Sorry,” I flinched at the contact, taking the opportunity to glance over at him for the first time.

Fuck.

Catching my eye for a second, Miles was cast in a completely different light than I was used to. He was sprawled on his couch bare-assed with his white tank still pulled up, resting bunched under his pecs as he leaned back. His stomach was shifting as he breathed, one hand laid across it, rubbing slightly. The other one was wrapped around his shaft, shaking his mostly-hard meat a little in preparation. Why hadn’t he started yet?

Miles’s cock was probably just over six inches long, but thick, with a slight upward curve towards the fat tapered head, still covered in his foreskin. Watching it wave around when he shook it made mine jump, and I realized I’d been staring. Before turning back to the video I caught a glimpse of his trimmed bush leading down to two heavy-looking balls, pulled slightly up from the surface of the couch.

“It’s all good.”

I was probably just tripping, but I swore his voice sounded deeper and more melodious than usual.

“You got any lube?” I asked, grabbing my own seven-inch cock and running my fingertips lightly up the underside.

“Uhh, right you’re cut, huh,” he replied, “lemme see.”

Before I could process that he’d obviously looked at my cock before Miles was standing up, his knee bouncing against mine again as the guy in the video moaned getting his dick sucked. I kept watching the screen until he crossed my vision, walking towards the bathroom. Having his bouncing cock right in front of me was one thing, but as he walked past I got a beautiful front-row view of his thick, sculpted ass. It was so casual, but it would have been easy to walk around behind me. It felt kind of deliberate, though I dismissed it, not wanting to let my horniness get the better of me.

I just watched the video for a bit while he clanked around in the bathroom, not touching myself. A few seconds later Miles came back, standing to my left and offering me a plastic bottle. I took it from him and looked it over.

“Conditioner? You don’t have some lotion or something?” I laughed.

I kept eye contact with him out of the intensity of the moment, but also because his semi was close to my resting arm and I was determined not to stare again.

“Nah, man,” he said, lifting his cock to show me, “I don’t need it, see?”

I watched casually as Miles pulled his foreskin back, exposing his swelling tip before stroking forward until he was tugging it a little, his forearm flexing.

“Huh,” I said in my best talking-about-the-weather voice, “I heard it’s more sensitive. Is that true?”

“I dunno,” he was still standing there, showing off a little I think, “I mean it feels super sensitive, but I’m not about to cut it off and find out if it’s worse.”

“Well, uh, do you have some coconut oil or anything?”

“Dog,” he said impatiently, “here.”

I shit you not, this boy leaned over me and spit, letting a big wet drop fall from his lower lip straight down onto my cock. It landed with a wet slap right underneath my cock-head, spreading out. I just stared, absently trying to catch it all with my hand before it slid down my shaft.

“Huhuh, thanks bro,” I tried to play it off like I wasn’t about to cum without stroking.

He wasn’t even paying attention to how red my face must have been, already dropping heavily back to the loveseat with his dick in his hand.

“What is this four-minute video?” He joked, moving the cursor to show the progress bar. “Lemme get some good shit going.”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t have, I was having a whole moment two feet away from him. Whatever this was, there was a strengthening sexual undercurrent between us and it had taken me completely by surprise. Miles had always been friendly, but if he’d had some kind of attraction to me it went entirely over my head in the few short weeks, we’d known one another. He just oozed straight guy, with his athleisure style and often-childish sense of humor. I’d only considered him something nice to look at.

Sitting there, harder than titanium, rubbing his spit all over my cock-head, I watched as he went back to the front page and started looking through suggested videos. His cursor floated around watching thumbnail previews, and I saw him pause for a moment when one of the not-so-straight clips came along. He didn’t scroll over it, but he knew I saw it now.

He landed on a video where a curvy woman was being double-teamed by two guys with huge cocks. It started with her on her knees sucking them both off, and as she did it she pulled them close and shoved them both in her mouth. She licked on both and started rubbing them together as one of the guys started pulling her hair, encouraging her.

We’d never gotten around to that pillow between us, and as we both settled in I realized that I was insanely turned on. My cock was leaking steadily, and everything felt sensitive through both touch and my nerves. From the corner of my eye I could see Miles finally start to jerk off, nice and slow.

Was he waiting for me to start?

I didn’t need porn at that point. In the glaring reflection of the laptop’s screen, I could see his laid-out thighs, big balls bouncing as he started going faster. It was true about the lube, with his precum and hood alone, he could stroke without needing any. I was decently girthy, but Miles’s cock was as thick as his wrist near the base, watching him tug on it was making my brain short-circuit. His other hand made its way back to his hairy chest, sliding under his pulled-up undershirt and touching one nipple.

“Would you ever do that?”

“Do what?” I asked, my voice strained.

“A three-way with another dude and a girl.”

“I have done that,” I replied, grabbing my balls with my off-hand and pulling on them a little.

“Damn, for real?” He sounded genuinely surprised. “Was it weird?”

“Umm, yeah, but only the first time. It was a couple of my friends, or my two friends who were a couple. I’ve known the guy for a long while, it was kinda awkward fucking his girlfriend with him right there. But she was super into it, and I could tell he was too. I fucked them all the time for like a year or so afterwards, before I moved here.”

Well, shit. I’d just said ‘them,’ as in, I fucked them both. Which I had, and had been fucked by both of them, but I hadn’t exactly planned to imply that part.

Miles didn’t say anything back for a little while, just watched the video on his laptop and kept working with his hands. The wet sounds of our stroking mixed with the video were sending me. His living room smelled like sporty body soap, sweat and now the intimate scent of us as we jerked off next to one another. Our knees had been touching for a couple minutes by then and even that tiny, warm point of contact was enough to make me shiver.

Once the guys on screen starting fucking the sexy redhead sandwiched between them, one in her pussy and another in her ass, Miles starting really ramping up his pace. He was one of those guys that liked to really pound his meat fast from the middle of the shaft, his nuts slapping as he quietly groaned next to me, still pinching one of his nipples.

“I’ve been so backed up this week, bro,” he said between short breaths. “I dunno why I never took care of it, it’s been like five days.”

“I would never go that long,” I laughed, my eyes flicking over to watch directly as I started to get closer to my own edge, “I’d be bricked up in the showers after practice if I went more than a day or two.”

It was a joke, but I was feeling bold.

In his own world, Miles slid further down the couch and curled his arm muscles, going even faster as his breathing got more intense.

“I’m gonna bust,” he panted, reaching to the computer and skipping forward to the end of the video to when the guys were standing over their costar on her knees, getting jerked off and sucked in turn.

A little annoyed that he’d skipped straight to the money shot when I felt like I wanted to make it last as long as possible, I worked my sensitive tip with one hand quickly, squeezing out more precum.

Normally, when I was at home I’d shoot my load away from my body, into a tissue or something. Not Miles. I could tell he was used to cumming all over himself from how quickly he’d repositioned when he started getting close. Completely abandoning the pretense that I was looking at the video, I turned my head and watched him. He eyes were glazed over, half-closed as he stroked his fat cock near the tip, pointing it up towards his face. His nuts were bouncing from how hard he was doing it, I was transfixed as they pulled up close to his torso, ready to unload.

The guys in the video started groaning, and without looking I could tell they were starting to cum, probably all over the redhead’s face at the same time.

“Oh, shit,” said Miles, his stomach muscles tensing as he curled, thrusting his hips up and shortening his strokes, “shit, shit shit,”

As he got wilder, Miles’s knees had jerked out spasmodically, his thigh pressing hard against mine as every muscle in his body tautened. For just a second he looked over at me, his mouth open slightly, those intense brown eyes boring into mine. Then he closed them and leaned his head back; he wanted to make sure I was watching!

The first shot came out like a water cannon from how hard he’d been squeezing, released to splash over his chest, soaking into the fabric of his tank top. He groaned and kept stroking, thrusting his hips continuously as rope after rope burst through his coiled fingers, darkening his shirt further and running down his tensed arm where it gripped at his chest. I felt myself getting close, the show in front of me was firing neurons like I’d just seen fire for the first time.

As his cumshots started getting smaller, Miles’s muscles stuttered and shook, he curled his torso further, and released his breath in a series of quick grunts. Apparently he was extremely sensitive when he came because it seemed like he was feeling it throughout his entire body, getting a little animalistic as it washed over him.

His legs relaxed, his thigh pulling back from shoving uncontrollably against mine, and Miles sighed as he squeezed the last drops of cum into his navel, his arm finally withdrawing from his chest to fall lazily on the couch between us, knuckles brushing my leg. His chest and stomach were coated in the thick load he’d just shot, his shirt stuck to him like he’d just stepped out of a pool. Bobbing and pumping, his cock slowly descended to rest on his lower stomach, still thick and hard but beginning to soften.

Miraculously, I hadn’t gone over the edge yet, my hands slowing as I’d watched him. Surfacing from wherever he’d been, Miles’s eyes opened sleepily as his head lolled back against the cushion, turning my way. The video was still going, but I refused to act like I hadn’t just been drinking in the show he’d given me. I’d been hoping he wouldn’t finish and immediately get up or close the laptop, and he gave me exactly what I wanted. It was my turn to show off, and I needed to make sure he saw how much he’d worked me up.

I decided to do it his way. Shifting my ass back further into the loveseat—and enjoying pressing my leg back against him when I did—I switched my grip a little and started stroking in a similar position to how he’d been, only I was sitting more upright. Spreading my legs so I could hold my balls in my other hand, I said nothing, not wanting to shatter the moment. I could hear Miles’s slow, heavy breathing because the video had just ended, neither of us moving to do anything about it.

After confirming that he was still watching, I looked deliberately down at his fat cock and cum-covered stomach before shifting my attention to my own dick, starting to stroke faster. Lubed by the near-constant flow of precum seeping from my reddened, swollen cock-head, I moaned deep in my chest and pushed for the finale. I can shoot pretty far on a normal day if I’m turned on, and I knew I was about to unleash a huge load for Miles. Feeling his simmering attention burning my skin, I made a big show of tugging on my heavy nutsack and bucking my hips while I twisted my grip around the top half of my raging hard-on.

It started, and even I was surprised at the intensity of my orgasm as it engulfed me, my pulse quickening as my breathing became even more labored. I’d been about to say something to let him know, but all I got out was a long, protracted groan before the first couple of smaller spurts went straight up in the air, landing on my hand and pooling around the base of my shaft. Then the real show started. A massive rope of cum surged from my tip just as I changed my angle, landing diagonally across my chest, throat and the underside of my chin, splashing wetly and audibly on the leather of the couch behind me.

“Damn, bro,” I hardly heard Miles, but somewhere in my mind I felt a spike of satisfaction knowing I’d impressed him.

Really playing it up for him, I kept unloading all over myself, my cock swinging around and painting my whole torso, cum trailing down the sides of my chest near my armpits. I tried to keep the performance of it all in mind, but in reality I was just along for the ride at that point. It felt like I was milking every last drop of spunk from my balls and plastering myself with it, an uncontrollable ecstasy that made my vision swim. Instead of intentionally pressing against his leg with my own, I had to, my muscles straining as I rode it out, cresting and beginning to fall into the exhausted satisfaction of afterglow.

“Fuck,” I eventually huffed, releasing my nuts and settling back from my tensed position, my senses hyperactive as endorphins rushed through me.

I pushed down on my cock with my thumb, letting it flip and slap to my stomach where it splashed in the cum pooled there, tiny droplets spattering the exposed skin of my arms.

I couldn’t help it. I looked over at Miles.

His heavily lidded eyes were glued to my dick, his whole body kind of limp and relaxed, head still resting back on the couch behind him.

Casually, like we’d just been kicking it and shooting the shit, he looked up at me and said in a soft voice,

“You blow big-ass loads, huh?”

Still breathing hard, meeting his eyes and trying to read what was behind them, I grinned a little. Normally I’m pretty reserved, but I was feeling cocky after the show I’d just given him.

“Always, yeah,” I’d been trying to match his tone, but it came out sultry and low.

He smiled that goofy, gap-toothed smile at me he always had when he was gassing up the guys on the team. Totally genuine, but with a little bravado in it, too.

“You got a super thick cock, man,” I nodded slightly at it where it rested, mostly soft but still fat, his foreskin now pulled up over his glans.

“Yours is longer, though!” He sat up suddenly, tugging his undershirt off over his head.

I sat and watched as Miles used it to mop up his hairy chest, swabbing down across his abs before using it to quickly swipe the surface of his cock. His skin still glistened with cum but he’d gotten the most of it, standing up, his meat swinging loose. He turned to walk towards the bathroom again—once again in front of me—but as he stepped closer he reached down and swiped his sopping shirt across my chest! Working quickly but softly as I froze and stared, he wiped me down from my slick throat to below my pecs.

When he got further down, I lifted my cock from where it rested, letting it fall between my thighs. Was he going to do the same, grab my shaft and pull the wet cotton across it to clean me up? I’d just busted, but if he did, I think I would have gotten hard again in an instant. Standing over me with one hand planted on the couch close to my shoulder, his still-chubbed dick swaying with the motion, Miles’s eyes stayed focused on his work. I could smell his sweat from his proximity and exposed armpit, the dark tuft of hair close to my face.

“Ah!” he exclaimed jokingly as he got to the bottom of my abdomen, quickly running the now-completely soaked tank top over the top of my shaft, not grabbing it through the material.

Even that made me tense up, but I chuckled and thanked him.

“Not like it did much, bro,” he said, gesturing with the wet shirt to show how saturated it had become with our mixed loads.

We laughed, and as he flexed his arm to push off from the couch, I had one last brief moment of eye contact with him. A second, but it was enough for me to know there was something unresolved between us. I’d assumed he would cum and immediately act like nothing had happened, business as usual once we’d taken care of it.

That’s not what his eyes said, but I was too scrambled from the events of the last twenty minutes to think any further on it. As he walked away, I snuck another peek at his ass, wondering if he was showing off still or just walked like that all the time, slow and measured. I looked down at myself, naked on my teammate’s couch, some of his cum drying with my own.

Whatever. We’d have to wait and see; I’d come over with zero expectations.

Everything from here was just a bonus.