Xander Shows Me My Prostate

I can't stop the way my gaze drifts down from Dan's smug expression to the phone he's holding out at me. Eyes desperately needing confirmation that yes, it's me on that screen - cock rigid between my thighs, dominating the frame - and not someone else, some dirty Google search my best friend has pulled up to prank me. Blink as he turns the handset back to himself, swiping and then showing me again, another image for me to marvel at. 

My mouth is slightly open in this one, red lips parted as I stare down the lens past the jut of my dick. I'm still holding it that way now, I realize; my thumb digging in at the root to pose it between my legs, and certainly no softer after seeing myself splayed out in the photos Dan has taken. 

"Look at how fuckin' big you look, dude," he points out, smirking. Like he's proud of what he just created, turning his ordinary best buddy into something borderline porn-worthy. It should feel weird, that he's seeing me like this - spread wide, my most intimate parts on display - but my brain can't get past how I look. 

"I told you I'd make you look good," Dan crows, and I can't even roll my eyes at it. Don't even flinch when he pushes my knees a little further apart, posing me now as he glances between my body and what I guess is the camera preview. "Scoot your ass down," he suggests.

I obey, unthinkingly, and he kneels up on the couch to adjust the angle. Looking down on me, nodding approval as though my naive body is starting to live up to the image he has in mind. Then again, with the amount of porn I know Dan looks at online, he probably does have a pretty encyclopedic mental gallery of positions to guide me into. I just never expected I'd be so compliant in assuming them. 

"Don't hold your dick up, dude," he tells me, and so I let it flop thickly against me instead. Wanting to see what he sees when he stares down, and yet also afraid of it. As though by being involved in the process I could somehow shatter the magic of it, the part that I don't understand where normal, regular Luka on the couch in his parents' basement becomes confident and alluring on six or so inches of phone screen. 

Dan grins. "Reach under yourself and pull on your cheek. No, the other one." 

It feels stupid, ridiculous, but I do it anyway. Not so much trusting but still stunned. 

"Did he cum in you?" Dan asks, suddenly. It's so unexpected that I nod, instinctively, then feel myself blush seconds later. He chuckles, shaking his head ruefully. "Damn, Luka, you're a lil freak."

He flips the screen around and I stare up at it. Fighting the urge to lift myself on my elbows so that I can get closer, really make sure each pixel actually is of my own body. I look... slutty. Needy. Legs pulled back and spread wide; hand pulling on my cheek so that my hole is clear. A wet smear of precum across my belly, and that blush he provoked in me leaving me looking innocent but debauched, somehow. 

"Keep going?" my best friend asks me, and I nod automatically. Dan chuckles. "Sit up, then. Yeah, like that."

I'm propped against the corner of the sofa, now. Unresisting as he lifts my leg and drapes it over the arm, before he settles back onto the floor in front of me. "Stroke your dick, dude," Dan tells me, pointing the phone at me. 

It feels stranger, doing that. Compared to holding still, posing; then I could tell myself I was passive, a statue. Present but not quite involved. Whereas jerking off as Dan crouches in front of me, watching him as he and the camera observe me in return, there's no way to avoid the reality that I'm an equal part of what's happening here. 

"Don't cum, dude," he warns me, and I realize with a flinch that I was far, far closer than I thought. Wonder if Dan could see it building in me, the way my body was reacting, even as I was oblivious to that. So lost in my own thoughts and confusions that I'd have been completely surprised when I sprayed my chest.

"We should... stop..." I manage to tell him; see him grin in silent reply. Stand up - and there's no way not to see, not to notice, the heft of Dan's cock weighing heavy and conspicuously hard in his own sweatpants - as I lower my leg, turn a little as he sits down next to me. 

"Fuck, dude, you're a natural," he chuckles, and the noise that comes out of me is part snort and part embarrassed yelp. Because he's swiping through what seems like dozens and dozens of images, some of me looking at the camera and some away, but in all of them I'm so brutally, brazenly on display that I have to fight the urge to cover my eyes. 

"So which do you wanna send him?" Dan asks me, and I blink in renewed surprise. Had forgotten, in fact, the whole point of the exercise, that we were trying to tease Xander in return and make him hungry for me.

I wince, feeling overwhelmed. "You pick," I tell him, hoping he'll take pity on me. 

Dan looks at me; at the way I can't face the screen for more than a couple of seconds without glancing away, but then can't not look back to it. "You know you're hot, right, dude? Like, I know I'm your best friend and I'm meant to gas you up, but you realize you're a fucking good looking guy, right?" 

I shrug, suddenly super conscious of the fact that I'm still naked from the waist down, not to mention hard. Dan sighs. 

"You're a fuck-up, that's what you are, but that's a project for another day. Look, I'll pick like a shortlist of three or four, whatever, but then you have to pick which one gets sent, yeah?"

I nod, gratefully, and then clench my teeth as he swipes, taps, zooms, and swipes some more through the many photos he's captured. Looking, well, about as focused as Dan ever does about something he's taking seriously. 

It goes on longer than I expect, to the point where I'm wondering if I should be pulling my clothes back on because otherwise it's feeling increasingly awkward to be half-naked while he's fully dressed, but eventually he hands me the phone. "There. Pick."

There are three, in the end. One from each pose he had me assume; each giving me that mental jolt of recognizing myself and yet not. In the first, my dick is towering in front of my face, my lip just caught between my teeth and a glimpse of my tight hole through my cheeks. I swipe across before Dan catches me blushing. 

Not that the second one is much better, in that regard. Now it's like I'm presenting myself even more: lewdly spreading my ass, my entrance blatantly on show. Cock leaking precum across my belly as I stare into the camera. 

Finally, I'm jerking off. Stroking my dick, Dan selecting one where my hand is at the base of my shaft, tight against my balls and the fat head of my cock swollen and red. I'm blushing, but there's something fierce about it, defiant almost. Like the Luka in the photograph is throwing down a challenge, goading you to come replace his hand with your mouth or your ass. 

"Th-they're all good," I tell Dan, feeling out of my depth. He chuckles. 

"Yeah, I know, that's why I picked them. Now choose one to send him."

In the end it's the first I add into my chat with Xander. The one which first stole the breath from my chest, and the one - I allow myself a moment's arrogance - which makes my cock look most impressive. Something about the close-up, too, the way my dick is so obviously the focus. 

I grit my teeth, and hit send.

When I look up from the phone, Dan is grinning at me approvingly. Then looks down, pointedly, at my erection. 

"How many times have you cum already today?" 

I raise an eyebrow, nodding down at where his own cock is clearly outlined through his clinging sweats. "I could ask you the same thing." 

He snorts, then grabs himself through the fabric, shaking it. "Like, twice, I think. There's gonna be one more before bed, I can tell you that."

I shake my head, smiling. "Horndog."

Dan laughs again. "Look who's talking."

It's really fucking weird to be sitting here talking to him about jacking our dicks when I'm naked from the waist down and he's groping at himself. Like, Dan and I have always been pretty open. Maybe too open, given some of the shit he sees online and decides he - and therefore I - simply have to try. But it's always been a tell, not a show, and yet now that distance seems to have disappeared. 

"So how did you hook up with him in the first place?" Dan asks me, curious. I shrug. 

"He walked in on me while I was trying to finger my ass the first time. Because some idiot told me I had to try it." 

He laughs. "So you're blaming me for all this?" I give him a wink.

"Blaming and thanking, I guess," I concede, "because it's been pretty epic so far." 

"Yeah, you're welcome buddy," Dan agrees, still groping at himself absently. "So what else have you done... aside from blowing each other and him nailing you, I mean."

It should feel odd to talk about, and at any other time I think it would, but right now everything seems so laid back that I don't really argue with it. "He's fingered me a lot. He ate my ass. Oh, and... uh... we kissed." 

I don't know why that last part feels like the bit I'm most self-conscious about. Maybe because it also seems the most intimate, too, even though Xander having his mouth latched on my hole as he eats his load out from me is pretty fucking intimate too.

Dan is giving me a look. "What?" I demand, finally. 

"Oh, just thinking it's a shame this guy has a girlfriend already," he teases, "because it sounds like you wish you could date him or something."

I glare at him. "Fuck off."

Any further argument is spared - or delayed - by my phone lighting up on the couch. I snatch for it, seeing the new message notification on the screen. 

"Well?" Dan asks, impatient. I open up the chat. 

"Holy fuck," Xander had written. "You're gonna make me start begging again."

I turn the screen to Dan, so he can read it. From the expression on his face, he's feeling pretty smug about his camerawork right now. "Tell him he can start by showing you the rear view," he suggests.

I give him a skeptical look. "Sounds like you're more interested than I am."

Dan grins at me. "Sure, like you don't want to see." I chuckle, and tap out the message. 

He leans back as I set the phone down, one hand still kneading his hard dick through his sweats as he stares at the ceiling. "Man, I can't believe you're getting laid," he observes, idly. 

"Not quite how I figured it would be," I concede. He smirks again. 

"Beggars can't be choosers, dude." 

I elbow him in the side. "Oh, so I'm a beggar now?" 

Rolling his head to the side against the cushion, Dan gives me an unimpressed look. "Why are you trying to start an argument?"

I scoff a little, even though I'm asking myself the same thing really, too. "Why are you jerking off through your pants?" I fire back.

He gives me a goofy grin, shaking his dick again through the fabric. "Because I'm H-O-R-N-Y of course," he explains, tone sounding like he's having to explain himself to a fool. 

I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm still half-dressed and all the way hard; maybe it just doesn't feel like such a big deal, after everything we've talked about this evening so far. Because either way, I just shrug again. "Don't let me stop you, dude."

Dan laughs, and I think for a second there's going to be some wisecrack or joke, but instead he just lifts his ass off the couch and shoves his sweatpants down. Plaid boxers with them, too, and now he's sitting next to me naked from the waist down, just like I am, his erection slapped up against his t-shirt. 

Like I said, I've seen Dan naked plenty of times. But not usually hard like this, and not with the same sort of sense that he doesn't care whether I'm looking or not. No, more than that, the sense that he's kinda into the idea that I'm there on the couch with him as he grabs himself and starts slowly stroking. 

His other arm is behind me, along the back of the sofa; I feel it slip down, around my shoulders. Not so much gripping me as casually draped there, as I stare at the way his hand is sliding up and down his dick. 

He watched me do it to myself, I know, but then the camera was between us. Dumb, maybe, but it felt like a filter of sorts: I was looking at the lens, and Dan was looking at the screen, and sure we were in the same room but it wasn't like he was just kicking back and observing as I rubbed myself. I'm not sure he'd understand, though, if I tried to explain that, explain the differences, now. 

My phone buzzes against my leg, and I dig it out as Dan keeps lazily jerking. Tap to bring up the photo Xander sent in reply, tilting the screen a little so that only I can see it first. 

Judging by Dan's snort, my reaction is clear from my face. Or maybe my dick twitches or something, because the picture - Xander leaning forward, shoulder braced on the wall, one hand pushing his hard cock down so that it juts meatily between his legs under the luscious curve of his pretty-much-perfect ass, the other pulling his cheek just enough to expose his hole - is the stuff wet dreams are made of. 

"A fuckton of precum just came out of your dick," Dan observes, amusement in his tone, and it's honestly only his voice which stops me from instinctively reaching for my cock and rapidly jacking myself to the orgasm I know is probably a dozen or so strokes away at most. "You gonna show me, then?" 

My wrist shifts, and the next minute I hear his grunt of impressed surprise. 

"Fuck. Dude, what the hell."

I want to tell him that yeah, I know, I don't understand how all this has happened to me either. Or to try to explain that Xander - despite how we're looking at him now, despite how I'm absolutely thinking of him now - is more than just hotness incarnate, but a genuine and genuinely nice guy, too. Find myself wanting, even, to try to put into words some of the frustration I felt when he told me that, by the terms of the agreement he and Lucy have, our edging into an emotional connection had to be off the table. 

But I don't, though, not because I don't want to but because Dan is basically jerking off while looking at the photo of Xander on the phone I'm holding up in front of us. And it's basically instinctual for me to wrap my fingers around my own cock, stroke that too, each long rub roughly in time with the way my best friend is playing with himself too. 

I feel his arm shift around my shoulders, and then his fingers gently pushing through my hair. Not in a sexual way, despite what we've been doing, despite what we're doing right now. More affectionate, a reminder that Dan's my best friend, and while tonight may have been fucking weird, it's nonetheless the sort of shit that I can count on him to have my back for. 

I don't say any of that, though, because we're too busy both staring at the screen. Which means we each see it at the same time, when Xander's follow-up message slides into the chat. 

"Can't decide if I want you to fuck me like this, or on the floor with my ass hiked up in the air."

There's a hiss from Dan, a sharp intake of breath. "Fucking hell, dude... he really fucking wants you to nail him."

I hear him, but my brain is too overloaded to reply. Too caught up with the photo, and Xander's dirty talk, and the fact that Dan knowing about all this shit makes it actually feel real all of a sudden. And then the next message really doesn't help matters, either.

"I told Lucy you were gonna breed me, and she can't wait for me to take your load."

Dan's leg twitches against mine. "Fuck, is that his girlfriend? Lucy?" I nod, voice an ineffectual grunt. "Holy fuck, and she knows about all this? She's okay with it?" 

I glance at him, finding he's already staring at me with wide, shocked eyes. 

"They have an agreement where they can hook up. Him with guys, her with girls," I explain. Watch as Dan blinks, brain trying to process it. "She gets off on hearing about what he does with other guys."

His mouth has dropped open, and I can hear the wet slap of his hand on his cock, faster and more urgent now. 

"And they want you to fuck him raw?" 

Another nod. "He tells her all about it while they're having sex," I add.

Dan's pupils are bigger now, I notice, lust swollen as he fists his dick almost angrily. "Man," he mutters, "can you imagine your load dripping out of his ass while he's balls-deep in her. That's so fucked up."

I can't help it, the way he's talking about it is making me jerk more desperately now, too. Dan's fingers gripping tighter in my hair, pulling at my scalp, his leg pressing harder against mine as he pumps on his dick. I know he's close, everything in his posture and the noises he's making, the tiny grunts of pleasure telegraphing that inevitability. 

"Unless he makes me lick it out of him first," I tell him. "Like he ate his load out of my ass after he fucked me today."

It's more than I intended to tell him, more than I thought he could handle hearing and still be okay with knowing that I'd hooked up with another guy. But now, the photo and Xander's messages still in front of us, and the way he's just been talking, there's some sly, playful part of me that wondered if discovering how I got railed and then rimmed would be just enough to tip him over the edge. 

"Oh you dirty fuck..." Dan gasps, and then - faster than I expect, before I have a chance to do anything - the cum is spraying out of his dick. The angle of his hips and the jerky, twitchy movements of them sending it splashing down onto my own crotch and then across his bare thigh, Dan's body tensing and shuddering as he unloads on us both. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he grunts, like a chant. 

"Holy shit, dude," I gasp, as my hand slicks his hot load down my shaft. Squishy and wet, instantly frothing with my precum as my fist goes faster. Knowing, too, that he's watching me do it, watching me jack myself with his cum as lube, and it's so fucked up that I can't help but blow. 

The sound that comes out of me is twisted, a clenched grunt as I cream my shirt. Body spasming as I fuck my cock through my hand, milking out the last heavy dribbles as I feel Dan's fingers loosen their death-grip in my hair. 

He doesn't move, though; stays slumped against my side, and I'm not sure if I'm holding him up now or if he's supporting me. Maybe we're just about balanced, and neither one of us could sit upright.

"Dude..." he mutters, voice sounding hoarse. I wait a second, not quite daring to breathe, uncertain whether he's about to freak out or go apeshit or something. 

And then he starts laughing. 

Like, proper, uncontrolled, belly laughter, as though Dan can't get his head around anything that has just happened and the only right and proper way to react to something like that is to crack up about it. Loud enough, raucous enough, that I have to turn to him and - eyes wide - shush him. "Dude, my parents!" 

He manages to swallow most of the volume, but he still looks highly amused, and I can't help but giggle along with him. Both of us sitting there, naked from the waist down and sticky with cum, and I know he has to be feeling it drip down his leg because I can feel it slide down my crotch already.

My hand, with the phone still unlocked, has slumped to my side in the exhausted aftermath. Dan reaches over and pulls it across, tapping on the screen even as I'm holding it. I watch the words of his reply - no, my reply, at least from Xander's perspective - appear. 

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard tomorrow."

He glances up at me, cheeks still flushed, a knowing smirk twisting his lips. Raises his eyebrow, a silent question I don't need explaining. Just nod, and watch as he hits the send button; my best friend setting me up to fuck a guy for the first time. 

"Dude," Dan says, as I click off the phone and let my head slump back against the couch cushions, "this is gonna be so fuckin' epic."

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This is the nineteenth part of an ongoing story - thank you to everyone who has commented, shared, or rated it so far!

If Luka's exploration of his sexuality has you looking for more straight-boys-discover-gay-play tales, and you enjoy your erotica filled with ass-play, cum, college boy hookups, and some remote-control sex toys, then I think you'll like my story "Seven Days to Squirm" too...