Page 27 of Our Secret to Keep

Interesting.

Although, I’m not surprised the hot jock is doing it for him. He’s watched me jerk off more times than I can count. Sometimes, he just sits there and admires my dick, ignoring the boner in his pants.

We made a lot of porn together over the years. If I had known River was into this kind of shit, I would have filmed myself for him. Maybe I will. I wonder how he would react if I texted him a video like this one but in my hockey gear.

Fuck, yeah.

I like this idea.

When my knee hits the mattress River stops moving. Hell, I’m pretty sure he stops breathing.

I get on the mattress behind him, my hard cock pushed up against his ass. He doesn’t move. So, I rip out the earbud and bite his earlobe.

“You dirty fuck. I would have made videos like this if you had asked.”

“Nate,” he whispers, sounding a mix between deflated and turned on.

“It’s okay, Riv.” My cock senses him and rubs up against his ass, needing the friction. “I don’t care if you like guys.”

He drops the phone on the bed, but the video still plays, the sound drowned out by the discarded earbuds. “Nate, what the fuck are you doing in here? I told you not to?—”

I take his length in my hand. “Shut up and let me finish.”

River must be too far gone because he clutches my wrist and helps me jerk his shaft. He leans his head back on my shoulder and moans.

“Is this real?”

“Very fucking real,” I growl in his ear, working my hand faster. “Pick up your phone.”

“W-what…” He moans. “Why?”

I flick my tongue over his neck and back up to his earlobe. “Just do it.”

River follows my command, and I reward him by sinking my teeth into his neck, kissing it better as I pull away. “Good boy. Now, tell me what you like about this video.”

“It’s hot,” he bites out, his entire body shaking from either nerves or the orgasm brewing. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“What’s hot about it?” I grip him tighter and slide my hand up and down, rolling my thumb over the tip, using his pre-cum as a lubricant. “Tell me, Riv. Talk dirty to me.”

He peeks up at me, but I can’t see his face clearly in the darkness. “Are you really into this?”

“I’m into sex,” I say, rocking my hips. “I told you earlier I’m horny as hell.”

Thankfully, my boxers protect us. Anal sex with a dude, even one as hot as River…

Yeah, no.

Not happening.

On the verge of coming in my boxers, I fist him harder, tugging like it’s my dick. “Would you let that guy fuck you?”

“Nate, please,” he whimpers.

“Would you?”

He pauses and then lets out a sigh. “Yes.”

“If I pulled down my boxers right now, would you let me fuck your tight hole?”

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