If someone had told me this morning that I would be spending my evening with my mouth wrapped around someone's throbbing erection, I would have punched them in the face until they bled.
It was, by all accounts, the hottest day of the year so far. I had woken up in a pool of my own sweat and drool, groaning when I saw that the A.C had been switched off by my self-proclaimed environmentalist parents. Never mind the dehumidifiers which ran ceaselessly all day long; the A.C is switched off at night.
I showered and dressed for college. Why the university had to conduct classes after the final exams were over was beyond me. I had repeatedly tried to understand the working of the education system here, and failed miserably each time.
Classes progressed normally enough, except for the odd collapsing student. My eyes darted over to the girl I'd been dating for the better part of the last academic year. She sat three benches ahead of me and two benches to the left; her long, strawberry blond hair fell in waves around her, caressing her breasts as it fell down to her waist. I closed my eyes, and I could almost taste the sweat dripping down her neck and into her cleavage...
The scraping of chairs and tables jerked me awake. I realised that my hand was cupping a "semi" and hastened to pull it away, hoping desperately that no one had noticed. Someone behind me smirked, but I had learned to ignore the idiots who usually occupied the last benches.
I rushed home, eager to get into my room and switch on the air conditioning. I locked the door behind me, well aware of the fact that whoever needed to get in could get in: my parents, my brother, and his weirdly close best friend all had keys to the house. The day was looking promising; a whole day of sleep was on the horizon.
I ran up the flight of stairs and all but darted into my room. I set the AC to sub-zero temperatures and stripped down to my underwear before falling face first onto my bed. Sleep, as ever, was elusive. I pulled out my laptop, intending to watch or read something until I got drowsy, but found myself stalking my ex-girlfriend's online profile instead. I blame the heat.
She had put up pictures of herself from her last trip the Bahamas or Aruba or some place with a beach and sands white enough to be snow. Almost all her pictures proudly displayed what I could only think of as the most beautiful body in the world, with curves barely masked by the wisps of clothing she was sporting, as though only to show that she did, in fact, possess clothes.
Intertwined with her was a well built man with a deep tan. The pair seemed to have materialised straight out of one of those beach associated magazines which encourage you to buy a home in Hawaii or plan a trip to Indonesia or instruct you on how to get that beach body which you've been craving.
Fuck this.
I shut the page I was on and stared at my wallpaper for a few seconds. Images of her face were still swimming before my eyes; scenes of what I had just seen from her pictures, and from our time together and, for the second time that day, I felt myself getting hard.
I opened the folder where I stored my porn, barely concealed: I was proud, more or less, of the collection I had amassed, and the world deserved to see it. There was one particular clip, however, which I'd taken extensive measures to hide.
I had download the clip in a moment of vanity, and it was both too humiliating to expose and too private to share. It featured a threesome between two women and a man, and both the women were the spitting image of my ex. It gave me a sense of corrupt pleasure to watch them beg and plead for the man (someone I didn't particularly notice) and his abnormally large cock.
My door was ajar, but I didn't have the drive to go and shut it. Throwing caution to the wind, I played the video, letting the corny music fill my room, and undid the button of my trousers. On screen, one of the women was just waking up, trying in vain to cover her breasts with the crumpled sheet under which she lay. My erection grew larger and harder, and started to nudge against my trousers uncomfortably.
I arched myself on my elbows and pulled my trousers down to my knees, then used my legs to kick them off. A small wet spot had formed where the tip of my cock touched my light grey boxer briefs. The smell of precum and sweat and, I can only assume, cock wafted up from my groin. I pulled the elastic waistband of my underwear down, and my erection sprang out, now completely erect.
This may just be me being narcissistic, but I've always thought my cock was rather impressive, and I'd been told as much by almost every woman that I'd slept with. It came to just under nine inches when fully erect, as it was now, and it had one of those upward arches so that when I was lying down or sitting, it flopped pleasantly on my stomach. Somehow, it gave me great pleasure to think about that. It had enough girth that women had almost choked on it, which I treated as a huge plus. I could see the thick blood vessels crisscrossing all over it, and I imagined that made it somehow nicer to have inside you. It certainly made it nicer to hold.
It was dark tan, maybe two shades darker than my skin colour. But the thing which made it most impressive was the lack of foreskin and foliage. Circumcision and shaved pubic hair could make a huge difference, a piece of wisdom I had gleaned from porn. There was a time when I had been proud of my "man bush", but common sense and aesthetic appeal ensured that there was never more than fine stubble down there. And what a difference it made; it would seem that my cock seemed to gain an inch just by virtue of the absence of pubic hair. It was magical.
The video continued. The woman was standing naked at the window to her room when a man walked in, also naked, apparently just having gone to the bathroom. He came and hugged the woman from the back, maximising on his position to caress her breasts with his hands. She turned around and they kissed with her blond hair in a messy tangle in his hands.
I closed my eyes and threw my head back. I had seen the video enough times to have the sounds and sights memorised. I began to stroke my throbbing erection, imagining the feel of lips it. The moans, of the girl in the video, and mine, grew louder. Each stroke sent shockwaves through my spine. The couple in the video had moved to the bed, and the man was lying on top of the woman, getting ready to push into her.
After a few moments of him thrusting into her, my own hand action sped up. Within minutes, I was on the verge of climaxing. I slowed my hand down, at times completely taking it off: I didn't want to be done this early. The man in the video had no such concerns, and so he kept speeding up his thrust until the bed was shaking. Squeals of "fuck me" arose from the lips of the woman, who was so convincing in her role that I had thought she was actually about to orgasm the first time I had seen this video.
The repeated squeals of pleasure from the woman, accompanied by the deep grunting of the man, were driving me over the edge. I was only about fifteen minutes into the video and barely able to hold on. My left hand had started to cramp, so I switched to my right. The change of hands seemed to provide additional stimulus and I came very close to the edge.
"I have a surprise for you," the man whispered in the woman's ear, between grunts and heaves of breath. Her eyes widened, yet again almost convincingly showing her surprise. My legs began to quiver: this was my favourite part of the video. The man gets up and walks to the door of the house, completely naked, and comes back with a woman nearly identical to the one he'd just been fucking. Her wavy blond hair fell over her breasts in the same way as the other woman, and as my ex. The second woman, it is later revealed, is a prostitute hired by the man on the woman's request of a threesome.
The man would now lie down on the bed and stroke himself while the women went at it with each other, then he would throw his head back and let them slave over his cock. Pandemonium would ensue, everyone would fuck everyone, and the man would eventually cum on both their faces at the same time, then watch as the women licked each other's faces clean.
I wouldn't get to see any of that.
