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So much saliva flooded my mouth that I had to swallow twice to clear it.
“Fuck,” he muttered on a gasp, hips arching into his grip. “I never get to do this when I’m filming it myself. Always have the phone in one hand. This is awesome.”
I nodded in mute agreement that it was indeed awesome.
The other hand still played with his nipple, but now his thigh and calf muscles tensed with each slow thrust as he moved his hand up to his massive dick and stroked it.
Fucking hell it was big, like the T-rex of cocks, with a juicy fat mushroom head all shiny and plump with blood flow, so stiff I had to bite back a moan as I imagined how much a dick like that would stretch me. It was some kind of cock. Correction, it wasn’t a cock. In the hierarchy of dicks, this one definitely registered as a schlong. I’d made that size queen comment in the kitchen mostly as a joke, but the joke was on me because I was fucking starstruck by his XXL rocket ship and would’ve tripped over my own feet for the chance to help him achieve liftoff.
Precum oozed from his tip, and Sam smeared it down the side of his shaft before corkscrewing his fist and concentrating all the action on the head.
He caught my eye, and I gave him the thumbs-up that we were all good. Then he really started working it.
Here’s the thing. I mentioned before that I’d seen a lot of porn. Amateur, professional, whatever, and I’d been with my fair share of guys. I’d had some good sex and some not so good sex, and some that I barely remembered, but I couldn’t recalleverseeing someone enjoy a solo session so much.
As I’d previously noticed when watching Sam’s videos—before I knew it was Sam—he seemed to genuinely take pleasure in…pleasuring himself. There were plenty of guys who seemed like they were just getting off because they were bored, and watching them was akin to watching someone yank on a piece of taffy: a lot of mechanical jerking with no enthusiasm.
Not Sam. I thought it was probably why his videos were so popular. He was just so damn into it.
Even with me filming him, I could tell when he started to lose himself in the pleasure. His gaze went distant, and his moans grew increasingly uninhibited, like he’d forgotten I was there.
This was voyeurism in its purest form, and my whole body was on fire with it. My dick might as well have been swinging from the rafters of my best intentions. The tight briefs I was wearing hadn’t done jack before, and now they were actively working against me.
Every time I shifted the slightest bit, the waistband rubbed tantalizingly against my leaking head. I bit back moan after moan as Sam fondled his balls, kneading and stroking them while he worked his shaft in patient, luxurious strokes, his slit spitting out thick strings of precum that I’d only seen this close in my wettest of dreams.
“Oh shit.” It was a sound that was a cross between a groan, a growl, and some kind of subliminal messaging that whispered directly to my balls to pack up and prepare for launch. “Oh shit.”
His desperation and arousal transmitted palpably through the air between us. I swallowed back a whimper and clenched my jaw.
I couldn’t bust in my pants because I’d jiggle the camera. So I held it steady and stared at a crack near the corner of the ceiling for a few seconds, pondering how long it’d been there and whether I should tell Mark we might need to have it looked at.
When the impending danger of release receded to manageable levels, I looked back at Sam, still going after it like a champ. A very sexy, sweaty, cheek-flushed, ball-twistingly hot champ.
Sucking in some fresh air, I stepped in closer, Sam’s leg rubbing against mine crackling over my skin like static.
“Changing the angle,” I explained softly, and he gave me a dopey, pleasure-saturated nod.
Jesus, yes, this was the money shot. Framed perfectly within the viewfinder, Sam’s gorgeous abs rippled with every breath and stroke as his massive tree trunk of a cock took center stage.
I silently congratulated myself on my excellent cinematography skills and wondered if I’d somehow missed my calling. This wasn’t so bad, aside from the fact that my dick felt like it was a sausage casing for the load that was begging for me to unleash it.
But I was a professional, and that wasn’t going to happen. At least until I got back into the privacy of my own room and then, yeah, I was pretty sure I’d be painting my palm in under two seconds.
Sam exhaled another throaty, gut-twisting moan, and I fought back a tremble as he arched into his fist, his pace faster now, more relentless, his palm stroking over the head of his cock every few strokes, and taking advantage of nature’s lube. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip, and his neck arched, all the veins in his throat straining deliciously with the movement. Then his eyes fluttered open and locked on mine and I nearly gasped out loud.
My stomach tightened as he held the gaze, gasping out another curse. “Shit, I think I really do have an exhibitionist streak. I’m about to come just from you standing over me like that. I don’t even know if I need my hand.”
“Exhibit away. You’re golden,” I managed weakly, and even that taxed my brain, which was way too intent on how his balls were visibly tightening up.
“Oh god…” Sam gasped, and the same emphatic, needy words echoed in my head as he gave his dick another hard stroke and then pulled his hand away and clutched the arms of the chair as he shattered. He rode the air through his orgasm, lips peeled back from his teeth in one of the most seriously sexy O faces I’d ever witnessed. Truly, it was theDavidof O faces and it captivated me as thick streamers of jizz shot into the air and spattered his abs before slowing to a glistening flow down his shaft.
His body went limp as he panted with a tired smile plastered on his face.
I kept the camera focused on the glossy kiss of spunk coating his abs until his breathing steadied, then flicked the button to stop recording.
Stepping away, I grabbed a towel lying over the back of his chair and tossed it toward him, anything to distract myself from the throbbing erection in my pants.
Sam eyed it as he wiped himself down. “So I guess that gets the gay roommate seal of approval?”