Page 61 of Our Secret to Keep

“A lot,” I answer for him. “You started jerking off the minute you woke up. Then, in the shower. The whole fucking house heard you.”

Nate laughs. “They only wish they had my stamina.”

“You invited Samantha over after dinner. So, that was, what, around seven o’clock? And you went all night with her and then again this morning. I’m surprised your dick hasn’t fallen off yet.”

He snickers. “I like sex. What can I say?”

“Maybe a little too much.”

He clicks a button on the remote. From this angle, I see Nate’s bubble butt that makes me want to take a bite. Samantha is in front of him, her wrists tied to the metal bedpost.

“I thought you would like this,” Nate says as if it’s his life’s work, and he is proud of it. “I know how much you love anal.”

Yeah, I fucking do.

Giving. Receiving.

I want it all.

“I had to chop it up to get all the angles just right for you,” he says as the frame switches to where his dick slides in and out of her wet hole. “The first part I filmed with the camera. This clip is with my cell phone.” He looks at me. “You like it?”

“Yeah,” I say, semihard just seeing his hot body on the screen and that big dick I love so much.

“I’m so fucking hard right now.” He hits the Stop button. “You’re not still mad about what happened at the theater, right?”

I shake my head. “But tomorrow, you’re calling the doctor.”

“Promise.”

Nate shoves down his pants and kicks them onto the floor with his boxers. Then, he peels off his Kingston University T-shirt. He has this thing about total nudity when he jerks off. Not like I mind at all. The view from my side of the bed is amazing.

His abs flex as he leans forward to strip off his socks. I stare, mouth open, my dick straining against my pants. Long and hard, his cock pokes his stomach.

Fuck me.

I think about leaning over and putting him in my mouth. There were a few times I thought he would let me. Nate was all strung out like a junkie needing a fix, begging me to touch him. But to my disappointment, he only wanted my hand.

“What are you waiting for?” Nate asks, remote in his hand. “I’m fucking dying over here, Riv.”

Of course, he is.

Nate never goes a day without some form of sex. If he’s not jerking off, he’s getting head from puck bunnies or handjobs under the table during class. That’s why I talked him into the deal with Samantha. Otherwise, his urges would control him. And since this is my doing, it’s my responsibility to help him.

I yank off my shirt, then toss my pants and boxer briefs onto the floor. Since we were teenagers, we have always done it this way. Our backs to the wall, our legs hanging off the bed, fully naked.

I know why I prefer it this way… but why does Nate? He’s not into men.

Focused on me, Nate licks his lips. “Ready?”

I nod and fist my shaft.

As the video plays on the TV, we sit back and enjoy the show. On all fours, Samantha grips the headboard and moans. Nate’s taking her ass hard, slamming in and out of her with force.

“What do you think? You like this one?”

“Yes,” I mutter, matching his strokes. “You did good.”

A smile graces his lips.

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