Series: Peach State Stepbros Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78418 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I carry him, Ash jumping off when we get downstairs.
The house is busier than usual because of the meeting—more people than just our roommates are packed into the living room. Lance is standing in front of the TV at this wooden podium he bought, and he bangs his gavel on it. It’s wild that he’s our president. I remember when his bid was a running joke, which got out of hand, but since he won, he’s really stepped up to the challenge. He’s the best prez since I’ve been here.
“Now that the brothers are here,” Lance says, “we can get started.”
“We’re all brothers,” I say.
There’s a space on the couch, really one that’s too small, but I force my ass between Troy and Payton, then pull Ash down onto my lap.
Lance ignores me and gets started on the meeting. We go over finance, which Payton gets up to talk about, then volunteer and charity ideas, and parties, before landing on TaskFrat Challenge, which is where Ash perks up, before we get back to parties again.
I’m not sure we actually make any decisions, but I think we all feel more responsible when it’s over.
Everyone hangs out at our house for a bit, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to spending most of my time watching Ash. What does he get out of anonymously jerking off online? It’s not the money; we have plenty of that. Our privilege isn’t something I’m blind to. It’s not the sex; he can get that anywhere he wants. So…what is it? I’m missing something. I must be.
By the time I’m in bed that night, it’s still on my brain. Is Ash in his room doing it now? Will he do it before he decides if it’s a good idea for me to watch? And then my dick starts feeling neglected, so I shove my underwear off, lube up, and stroke my cock. A guy’s gotta come, right? It has nothing to do with Ash. Who doesn’t get horny thinking about anyone jerking off?
I tighten my hold with my right hand, while tweaking my nipples with my left. I fucking love my nips getting fucked with, love a girl worshipping and paying lots of attention to my pecs.
I squeeze my right one, my slick palm sliding over my cock.
A camera flashes in my mind’s eye, and I try to find in my imagination that place Ash has found in real life—working through what it’s like to be watched as I writhe on my bed, fucking my fist and squeezing my nipples. Before I know it, an explosion goes off inside me, a kaleidoscope of pleasure shooting colors around inside me while my spunk hits my chest.
Well, fuck. Post-nut clarity didn’t come through. I’m no closer to knowing what Ash gets out of this, but I sure as shit released more pent-up tension than I’d even realized I’d built up.
7
Ash
I’m taking notes through Systems Physiology, my last class of the day.
I’m usually an attentive student, but today I’m distracted. Have been the past few days since my chat with Colin about Manzturbate.
“You’re gonna need more lube, or you’ll rub yourself raw.”
I smile at the memory of him passing me the lube before taking some for himself during that playful moment when we were younger, when we were both exploring ourselves. Even though my attention should’ve been on the porn, there were moments when I remember wishing he would have turned and watched me. At the time, I chalked it up to my horny-ass teenage brain, but I guess it’s not a huge surprise that a few years later, I’d find myself live streaming on an app for people to watch me.
I doodle a star on the corner of the page of my notes, thinking about Colin’s reaction to my secret. About how he went from worrying me to offering to sit and watch me jerk off in front of strangers. Why that gets me smiling, I can’t figure out, considering I was stressed as fuck during the brief time he needed to wrap his mind around all this.
But I’m glad it didn’t become an issue; if anything, it makes me feel even closer to him now that he’s the only one who knows my naughty secret.
After class gets out, I see a missed call from Steve and a text from Colin.
Colin: You haven’t been messing around on that app without me, have you? *eggplant emoji*
I burst out laughing, to the point where I search around to see if anyone noticed the big-ass reaction.
Since last week, Colin and I had playful text exchanges about it, and I notice most of his jokes are about how he wants to be present the next time I do it. Not poking fun or giving me a hard time about it.
That’s so him.