Page 2 of Jail Break

The TV was on the wall to my left, facing the large couch pushed against the far wall. I was only a couple of yards away from him, but the room suddenly shrunk as I laser-focused on him and his rock-hard fucking cock grasped between two beefy hands.

I couldn't believe it. He was in my apartment, fucking naked, jerking off like he owned the place.

Though Aiden had a shaved head, everywhere else on his heavyset body was thick with hair, including his pubes. They spread out from his broad cock, getting caught in his fist, wet and matted as he jerked his hips upwards and moaned.

Heat went straight to my dick at how raw and primal he looked grunting away at the TV.

He was covered with piercings running up his ears, two through his nose and each eyebrow, two on his nipples, but that wasn’t what I was looking at.

What really grabbed me was the piercing at the top of his cock, surrounded by precum oozing out of his slit as he fucked himself.

Straight away, my unfaithful cock reacted as Aiden stroked from his base to tip. Palming his cockhead, he gave a low groan as he circled it.

The anger that was already pumping through me flared as he thrust into his hands. The whole couch shook as his ass thumped back down on the cushion. I swear the picture frames rattled on the wall behind him with how hard he went.

I couldn’t move. I was totally stuck, just mesmerized by how he fucked his own hand.

He hadn't noticed me, or maybe he didn't care. Each time he swiped his cockhead, more precum beaded around the piercing. The squelch every time his fist hit the base was sending sparks of desire bouncing around my crotch.

The more I gaped, the dryer my throat grew, until I choked, fucking shocked at myself.

Because I suddenly wanted to know what he tasted like.

“Hey, Connor. You like the look of my cock?” I jumped as his deep voice vibrated through me, those tingles morphing into full-on heat. My eyes shot up to meet his hard gaze, and I instantly felt like I was in trouble. As ifI'ddone something wrong even though he was the one jerking off out in the open.

I wasn’t going to tell him how hot he looked spread out like that.

Even in the flashing light of the TV, I could see the thick veins of his cock, and the hard ridge of the underside as he carried on pumping himself. Except this time, he fixed his gaze on me and not the TV.

I folded my arms, scowling at him. “I’ve done stuff with guys before, and I’ve seen better.”

It was only a kiss at a frat party and it was basically a dare.

“Yeah?” he chuckled, just as the guy on the TV shouted he was coming. “But I bet you’ve never fucked a cock like this one before?”

Aiden grinned as he gave himself a slow stroke from base to tip, using his thumb to massage the piercing.

And that's when I realized there weren't any girls’ voices coming from the TV. I quickly glanced at it, my mouth dropping open even farther at the guy bent over a gym bench while another pulled his dripping cock out of his ass.

I blinked twice to make sure it was two guys and not a hefty girl. But no, right in front of my eyes on the giant TV we used to watch movies and football, the guy was stroking himself, comingover the other one's back. His leaking cock looked like Aiden's, with a piercing and everything.

My eyes went from the TV and back to him, and he just carried right on smirking and jerking off like a prick, as if he knew what I was going to do next.

“Are you just going to stand there?” he asked, lifting a brow.

“What do you mean?” I glared at him, determined not to glance at his cock again. He'd already caught me staring, and I could at least pretend not to be bothered.

Aiden let go of his cock briefly to pause the TV before his attention swung back to me as his grin deepened. “Well, this is gonna be way more fun if I’ve got your cock in my mouth.”

I let out a strangled choke, slapping my hand to my mouth to hide the sound.

My cheeks fired up in embarrassment at Aiden's throaty laugh.

Aiden thought he was so fucking great just because I was hard. It was just a natural reaction. It wasn't like it was hard for him

“Oh? You liked that, did you?” he said with a strained tone as he gave himself another hard stroke. “You like the idea of shoving your cock down my throat?”

My mouth flapped as I tried to find something to say. I was Connor Stewarts, the top dog on campus. There was nothing I couldn't do. Everyone respected me, everyone recognized me as a leader, and he was making fun of me for getting a boner.

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