His Old Friend’s Porn
This wasn’t.. weird, was it? Porn was porn, after all, and if Allan didn’t want Cole knowing that he watched dirty movies he probably would have hidden his DVD collection a lot better. And Allan did tell him that he could do whatever he wanted while Allan was away at work. ‘Anything’ didn’t mean ‘anything except watch my smut and get a sneaky little voyeuristic thrill out of finding out what kind of freaky shit I’ve gotten into since moving to Baltimore’… did it? And even if it did, it was a harmless transgression. Cole was just going to sit on the couch for a little while and check out some of Allan’s DVDs. Maybe jack off a little if it was something that turned him on. And tomorrow Allan’s vacation would start and they would be able to hang out together like old times.
He pulled out a disc at random–'The Captivator’, part of a very popular series if Allan’s shelf of porno was any indicator–and popped it in. It started like a pretty normal video, some bad actress with big tits pretending to be an office worker who was having computer problems… and then it got weird. Not the usual kind of weird, though; sure, she called up Tech Support and they sent a hunky guy with a big bulge in his pants, but he didn’t come in and just start fucking her. Instead, he was all, “You don’t remember talking to me before, do you?”, and she got this weird blank look on her face and said, “No, Master.”
And he took off his clothes and said, “That’s because you were captivated by cock,” and just sort of started… not, like, hardcore jacking off, like he was going to shoot a big load all over the woman’s tits. That would have made sense to Cole. No, he just started to very lightly stroke himself, teasing his dick just enough to keep it erect, and talking to the woman about how good it felt to stare at a man’s penis and let everything else in the world fade away. Cole kept expecting the movie to cut back to her, getting all fake hypnotized (hey, whatever Allan was into, Cole didn’t judge) and then jumping into the sex… but it was just this dude. Talking in this low, soothing voice and playing with himself. It was kind of weird. Cole almost wanted to fast-forward.
But at the same time, there was something weirdly compelling about the whole bit. Like, Cole didn’t want to just zip past it all when it seemed like the whole point was how mesmerizing and captivating and hypnotic this guy’s penis was. Maybe there was something in there that was going to tell him what made this such a turn-on for Allan, like this was a rare porno where the dialogue actually mattered or something. Cole decided to keep watching a little bit longer. He shifted position, trying to give a little more room to his surprisingly hard cock inside his boxers.
Cole didn’t really remember when he decided that it would be more comfortable to take his clothes off entirely. He wasn’t exactly sure when his hand began lightly massaging his cock and balls, teasing himself into an erotic reverie as he stared vacantly at the screen. He was too focused on the actor’s monologue, constantly describing the pleasures of sinking into mindless fascination with a man’s hard, throbbing shaft. By the time the spiral had fully faded in, overlaying the penis on the screen with dizzying bands of hypnotic color, Cole had forgotten even how to blink. He simply nodded, his jaw hanging open and his fingers thoughtlessly stroking, until Allan returned and the real vacation his old friend had planned could finally begin.
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Cole walked into the trap unawares.
I would jump in, head-first.











