Page 13 of His First Deep Snow
“Hey fellow sluts. Do me a solid. This cute bottom has the perfect bubble butt and doesn’t even know it! Like if you want to see me pounding this ass for real.”
As Lance talked, he simulated fucking Reece’s ass. Only this time, Lance’s swinging hard dick slapped against Reece’s balls with every fake thrust.
It took everything Reece had not to make a noise. To stay still. To keep his head resting on his forearms, crossed in front of him. To brace himself against every one of Lance’s increasingly hard thrusts.
It didn’t feel fake. It felt real. Like a dream come true.
“Oh yeah,” Lance groaned. “Look at that ass go.”
Most of Lance’s videos were 30-second clips. He very rarely went over it. They had to be approaching it by now, right?
“Arch your back for me, babe.”
Reece tried to imitate the pose he’d seen in Lance’s videos. He must have done it right, because Lance picked up speed. Skin slapping on skin loud in the near-silent library.
“Perfect.”
The fake fucking went on and on. Until Reece couldn’t take it anymore. He glanced over his shoulder to see Lance, camera not even pointing at Reece, mouth open, staring at Reece’s ass rippling with every slap.
Reece cleared his throat, pointedly.
“Wha-?” Lance’s eyes snapped up. “Oh, sorry dude,” Lance said with a breathless laugh, “Got carried away there.”
Lance sat back on his heels and checked his phone. Dick hard and standing to attention between his legs.
“Oh hey, got some likes already!”
“What?” Reece swiveled around and reached for Lance’s phone. “Let me see.”
“No way dude!” Lance leaned away until his back hit the glass. “Give it more time!”
“For all I know you did something to skew the data.”
Lance wouldn’t budge, holding Reece at arm’s length, dicks out and hard.
“Trust me dude.”
“Famous last words.”
“I know my audience. Soon you’ll have men lining up to fuck you and suck your dick, promise.” Lance stroked himself while he talked, like it was a completely natural thing to do. “If you ever wanted to try some gay stuff, you’ll be fighting them off with a ski pole!”
Lance’s phone pinged.
Then again.
Then two more times.
“Ha! I knew it. That didn’t take long.”
“Lemme see.” Reece reached across Lance.
“Stop, stop!” Lance said, laughing and still stroking himself. “C’mere, sit, have a wank, and we’ll watch the reactions together.”
“Fine.”
Dicks out, back to the snow, they sat side-by-side.
As soon as Reece settled down, Lance took a long look at the screen, still not sharing it, waiting for Reece to take his neglected dick in hand.
