Page 12 of The Step Don't

I pull my pants down, kicking them off, so I’m justin my boxers. As I rub my crotch, my dick’s so fucking hard. Painfully hard, which is making the comments go wild as they beg and plead for more.

feralmanho1e: wait til u see the guys load.

Warmth radiates in my chest and cheeks. I love a compliment.

I tuck my boxers down, placing the waistband under my balls, revealing my cock for them.

noobPup85: Jerk it.

cumGuzzzl3r: jack it.

Live4theapplause: shut 4 us, fratwhiz!

After I remove my boxers the rest of the way, I sit in my chair, leaning back to display my naked body for them. I’m grinning ear to ear as I pump some lube, then take my cock in my hand and play with myself. As I stroke the shaft, I continue fondling my body.

feralmanho1e: Ur killing me!

sweetslibrarian78: *heart emoji*

It’s hard for me to pin down why I enjoy this so much. There’s something about it being naughty. About them being willing to pay and beg me for this. About getting myself off.

But mostly, the praise and attention. Not of my brains. Of my body. I just want to be an object. Their worshipped object.

It feels so good to have all these eyes on me, of people wanting to see me pleasure myself fully. And I want to give it to them.

As I jerk myself, I play with my chest with my free hand, massaging my pec, stressing the form in my bicep for them—they fucking love that shit. I leave my mouth hanging open just enough so it’s in the frame.

They’re begging for me to come, and I’m ready to give it to them, when I think of my texts with Colin.“We can bang later.”

I smirk at the ridiculous thought and his comment today—“You know you have pretty lips”—but then suddenly there’s this jolt rocking my entire fucking body before I’m shooting all over my abs and even up to my chest.

It doesn’t stop—I keep dumping my load across myself, a thick, juicy mess. It glides down my body, streaming through the grooves in my muscles.

I always come a lot, but this is even more than normal, and I know it’s because of how much I fucking enjoyed doing this.

I peek to see the chat group going wild with excitement over it.

Then I lean back in my chair, reveling in the delicious satisfaction.

Weird to think that one minute I’m worried I could be committing a Step Don’t, and the next I’m thinking about Colin right before I come.

Bet he’d give me hell for that one.

4

Colin

“What’s up?” Ihead into Troy’s room and collapse onto his bed. I just finished up in class for the day, and I have a small break before I have to be at one of my jobs. I should probably get started on my homework, but I’m pretty good at getting it done quickly. This shit comes naturally to me, like somehow it was ingrained into my DNA because I have lawyers as parents.

“Nothing. Finishing up homework.” Troy is sitting at his computer desk, wearing a crop top and jeans. I can only assume Atlas is busy since he’s not here.

“Yeah, I have work to do too. Where’s your boy?”

Troy gives me a sharp but playful look. “We’re not together all the time.”

“I never said you were.” I chuckle, walk over, and pick up a tee on his desk. There’s no doubt in my mind it’s Atlas’s. “But when he’s not here, you always have one of these.” I pull it to my face teasingly, before Troypushes out of his chair and tackles me to his bed so he can wrestle it away.

I laugh, enjoying these times with him. When his elbow accidentally lands in my gut, I make anumpfsound and let go of the tee. “I give up.”

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