Page 14 of Jacked (Gymbos #1)

With one hand gripping my cock through my shorts, I open my phone with the other and pull up my bookmarks.

Under a folder labeled “workout videos” I have a handful of saved porn.

It’s a mix of “regular” girl-on-girl, and some threesomes.

For some reason, I decide to go for my favorite threeway scene, pulling it up and pairing my phone to the TV just like Slater did last night.

The opening scene fills up the big screen, zooming in on a gorgeous redhead with a killer body sitting in the middle of the bed between two jacked dudes.

“Nice,” Slater murmurs, rubbing his hand over his cock.

“Yeah, she’s hot.” I settle back, tugging on my tight shorts. Should I just go for it and lose them? It’s so dumb, but I don’t want to look overeager, even though literally one minute ago we were both talking about how we couldn’t wait any longer to take care of shit.

Slater puts an end to my overthinking by shoving his shorts down around his thighs without hesitation.

His cock swings and bounces as he lifts his hips, wiggles his shorts down, and then plops his bare ass right back on the couch.

I never thought I would use this word to describe someone’s dick, but his is strangely pretty; straight as an arrow and flushed pink.

It’s slimmer than mine but maybe an inch longer.

He spreads his legs wider and his thigh presses against mine.

I hook my fingers into the waistbands of my shorts and my jock and shove them down.

My cock slaps against my abs, and once I settle back onto the couch, I tug my tank top all the way up, exposing my chest so I won’t make too much of a mess of it this time.

Slater glances over and his gaze lands on my pecs.

He licks his lips and my nipples tingle and harden.

He didn’t act like it was that weird that I like my nipples played with.

Maybe the next time I hook up, I can test the waters and mention it.

It would be so unbelievably hot to fuck someone while they lick and bite my nipples.

My cock spasms eagerly, dribbling precum inside the warm, silky sleeve of my foreskin.

I wrap my hand around the head of my cock and stroke myself slowly, pulling my foreskin back and teasing myself with a light grip.

Slater inhales sharply, and the sound makes my pulse spike and my gut heat.

I look up, expecting to find him looking at me, but instead, his eyes are fixed on the screen.

A different kind of heat floods me as the male porn stars lean across the woman, using her hands to jerk their cocks, and meet in a tongue-heavy kiss.

“I, uh, forgot about that part,” I mumble, tightening my grip on my cock as it pulses and throbs.

The two men grunt into each other’s mouths while the woman brings the tips of their cocks together and starts to lick them both.

Slater glances over at me, his cheeks even more flushed now, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths as he works his hand up and down his shaft, pausing every time he reaches the head to squeeze it or corkscrew his wrist.

“This the kind of threesome you’re into?” he asks, his voice husky and strained.

There’s no hint of mocking or accusation, but I shake my head quickly anyway.

I’ve never touched another man like that.

Back on the screen, the guys are manhandling each other, pushing each other around, groping and grabbing and slapping each other’s asses.

The woman is getting plenty of attention from them both too, but when they turn their attention back to each other there’s something almost primal about it.

I stroke myself faster and rougher. Slater’s thigh is flush against mine and neither of us are doing a damn thing to put any space between us.

It’s fine though. It’s not like we’re touching each other’s dicks.

My eyes land on his hand on his cock again, the muscles in his forearm flexing with every stroke, his thighs twitching as he subtly jerks his hips to fuck into his fist. He makes huffing, grunting sounds every so often that make my balls draw tighter and my skin feel hot.

I wonder if that’s a porn thing or if guys having sex is actually that rough and…

physical. It’s weird to even think of it that way.

How much more physical can you get than being naked with someone?

But it feels like it’s on a whole different level the way they’re grabbing each other, wrestling like neither one of them wants to give up their dominance, but eagerly moaning every time they’re forced to.

“Would you be into it?” I don’t know where the question comes from, but it’s out of my mouth before I can think twice about it.

“Sharing sometime,” I clarify… maybe as much for myself as for him.

I’m not asking if he’d be into biting each other’s lips and licking into each other’s mouths, groaning and swallowing the muffled, panted breaths between us.

My heart thunders and my cock spasms in my fist.

I glance at the screen again, and even now, with one dude balls deep in her pussy and the other fucking her throat, they can’t keep their hands or eyes or mouths off each other.

I pinch my nipple with my free hand and hiss, arching into the electric zing that goes straight to my cock, spilling more precum over my fist.

“Yeah,” Slater grunts.

For a hot second I think he’s encouraging me to do it again, so I do, switching to my other nipple and flicking it hard. I moan and my eyelids flutter, my aching balls bouncing with every frantic stroke. Then I realize he was answering my question, not telling me to play with my nipples.

Yeah, he would be into a threeway.

Fuck, yeah, we should do that. Get a pretty thing to sandwich between us, tease sweet little moans out of her. Maybe we could go down on her at the same time. My mind fills with the image of the two of us feasting on a wet pussy together, our tongues bumping each other, hot and slippery.

“Fuck,” I groan, my orgasm rising unexpectedly fast.

Slater moans and our eyes meet. His pupils are wide, obscuring his light irises, and his lips are damp and red like he’s been licking and biting them this whole time.

He presses his leg even harder into mine and his eyebrows draw together like he’s trying his damnedest not to finish first this time.

Fine, I guess I can take pity on him and let him win this one.

I pinch my nipple one more time and that’s all it takes.

My balls constrict and my cock swells in my grip.

I gasp and let my head loll back, punching my hips up to fuck into my fist as hot, sticky ropes of cum paint my abs and chest. Over the thundering of my pulse in my ears, I hear a whine slip past Slater’s lips and then a deep, rumbling, relieved groan that tells me he’s coming too.

I pry my eyes open and watch the last few spurts of his orgasm while I stroke myself slowly through lingering aftershocks. I’m not sure why I bothered trying to save my tank top because as soon as my cock starts to soften, I tug it over my head and use it to mop up the mess I made.

Slater chuckles and does the same.

“I’m seriously going to go take that shower now.” I stand up and he playfully whips his cum-soaked shirt at me. I dodge out of the way. “Nasty, dude.”

He just laughs again, and somehow that makes the whole thing feel totally normal. It’s like we said, just a couple of guys goofing off.