Lazing in bed on a Sunday morning is never complete without my Ballsy Boys. But I hesitate for a second before clicking over to the site because I’m worried it’ll be weird if Rebel has a new video. I know he doesn’t do scenes often anymore so if a new one is up, it probably means he filmed it since we’ve started hooking up. And in theory that doesn’t bother me—it’s his job after all—but I don’t know if it will freak me out to actually see it.

Hanging out with all the guys last weekend at the arcade was a blast and totally surreal. I always figured you probably didn’t want to get to know porn stars in real life, the whole watching the sausage get made principle. But those guys are chill as hell, especially Campy. He knew his shit about gaming, and he even asked if I wanted to hang out and play sometime.

I snort a laugh to myself remembering Rebel’s expression when he overheard just the last part when Campy asked if we could play sometime. I swear his head looked like it was about to explode.

Wait...was he jealous?

The thought stops me in my tracks for a few seconds. That can’t possibly be right. What would Rebel have to be jealous of? We’re not together. We’re fuck buddies, friends with benefits, whatever. But none of those rambling thoughts brings me to any sort of conclusion about whether it’s weird to watch porn when I’m hooking up with the guy in it.  

Dammit, just because I’m getting some prime porn star cock doesn’t mean I’m going to give up checking out my favorite porn site on a relaxing weekend morning. I click the link on my favorites bar and, sure enough, there’s a brand new scene up with Rebel and Heart.

The thumbnail has the two of them lounging on a bed together in just their boxers. I stare at it for a few seconds, waiting to feel a flare of jealousy, but all I feel is horny as hell...and honestly a little curious to compare Rebel’s performance with what he’s like one on one.

I click on the video and settle back against my pillow to watch. It starts like most Ballsy Boys videos do, with a few minutes of flirting and banter between the two men and the off-screen director.

“Heart, you told me you were looking forward to working with Rebel. Are you nervous at all?”

Heart blushes a little and glances at Rebel. “Nah, I think I can handle him,” he answers and then gives Rebel a playful wink.

“Good, then I won’t promise to be gentle,” Rebel teases.

I smile, watching my man in his element, clearly having fun. Wait...my man? No, Rebel isn’t my man. He’s a man that I happen to be fooling around with, nothing more.

The chatting ends and the men get down to business, kissing and touching each other. Still, I don’t feel any jealousy. I certainly wish I was there to join in, though.

As they start getting into it, I notice Rebel’s moan is different, more over the top than how he moans in private. And, for some reason, that makes me feel a little smug. I know something about Rebel that most people don’t know. Sure, millions of people have watched him fuck and get fucked, but very few know how he really sounds when he’s overcome with lust.

I stroke myself as I watch Heart deep throat Rebel, and my mouth waters. The pleasure on his face is fucking gorgeous.

My phone rings on my nightstand, and I almost decide to ignore it, but so few people call me that it’s almost certainly Rebel. I pause the video and grab my phone.

“Hello?” Even to my own ears my voice is breathless and a little rough.

“Hey, baby. Am I interrupting something? You sound out of breath.”

“Um…” Is it weird that I was jerking off watching a video of his? Hell, my barometer of what’s fucked up sexually isn’t exactly fine-tuned, I’ll be the first to admit that.

“Oh, shit, you have someone over? Well, this got awkward… I’ll just let you go and call you later.”

“Rebel, wait. I don’t have anyone over, I was watching...something.”

“Something?” I can hear the teasing in his tone. “Were you watching one of my videos and jerking off?”

“Yes, I was. Are you happy now?”

“Very. Which video was it?”

“The new one with you and Heart.”

There’s a long pause on the other end of the phone, and I start to wonder if I should’ve lied.

“Is that weird?” Rebel asks cautiously. “I mean...you know I filmed that like two weeks ago, right?”

“Yeah, I figured. Why would it be weird? It’s your job.”

“True, but I didn’t know if you’d feel...I don’t know, jealous or something?”

“Honestly, I thought I might, but once I started watching it, all I felt was turned on. You look hot as fuck.”

“You know, I could be over there in five minutes.”

“Then why are we still talking on the phone?”

Rebel chuckles, and then the line goes dead.

I glance at the freeze frame one last time and admire the flush of arousal in Rebel’s cheeks and the way his lips are parted on a moan. Then I force myself to close my laptop, because if Rebel is on his way over, I don’t want to waste a good orgasm jerking off alone.

As promised, there’s a knock on my door six minutes later. I open the door in nothing but my boxer briefs, my half hard cock filling them out nicely.

“Mmmm, hey sexy,” Rebel greets me, not hiding his slow perusal of my nearly naked body, his eyes lingering on the bulge of my hardening cock.

“Hey yourself. I’m starting to wonder if this is some sort of coma dream, because there’s no way this is real life that I can be watching my favorite porn star get blown one second and have him on my doorstep the next.”

“You must’ve done something very good in a past life,” Rebel says with such a serious expression that I can’t help but laugh.

“I must’ve been Mother Teresa,” I agree as I step aside to let him in.

Rebel makes a bee-line for my bed, shedding his clothes haphazardly along the way.

“Way to make a guy feel easy,” I tease.

“I assumed we were having a lazy Sunday in bed, am I wrong?”

I smile at the innocence in Rebel’s expression as he dives between my sheets and settles in like he owns the place.

“That’s exactly what we’re doing,” I agree, following suit.

“So how do you normally spend a Sunday in bed? Or do I even need to ask?” Rebel waggles his eyebrows at me.

“I usually alternate Netflix and porn.”

“I’m game.”

“Netflix or porn?”

“Surprise me,” Rebel suggests.

I open my laptop, and the Rebel/Heart video I was watching is still up.

“Do you ever watch your own videos?”

“Nah, I end up nitpicking them too much. I watch the other guys’ videos though.”

Just for fun I go back to the main site and pick another recent upload, this one with Pixie and Brewer. I set the laptop between us and settle back to watch as the two men flirt and chat, and then Pixie climbs onto Brewer’s lap and they start to make out and grind against each other. They started the scene in just their underwear, but they lose those quickly enough, and Brewer takes both their cocks in his fist and jerks them together. Rebel shifts beside me, and I glance over to find him with his hand down the front of his boxers, lazily stroking his growing erection.

“Mmmm,” I hum and then shimmy my own underwear down and kick them away.

Back on screen, Brewer is on his knees sucking Pixie’s cock with noisy slurps and dirty groans. I wrap my hand around the base of my cock and slowly tug from root to tip, spreading my legs wide and flexing my muscles to put on a good show for Rebel.

I can feel his eyes boring into me, and it makes me hot as hell. The smell of sweat and pre-cum fills the air as we lay side by side jerking off in my bed. His arm brushes against mine, and he presses his hairy thigh against mine.

I don’t know about Rebel, but the clip playing on my laptop is nothing more than background noise since I can’t tear my eyes away from his cock as it grows darker and firmer in his grasp. Rebel flexes his hip and fucks into his fist, and I’m done for. With a deep moan, I spill into my hand, a few spurts making their way into my happy trail and my belly button. Rebel gets up onto his knees and kneels over me. With a few quick jerks, his cum covers my stomach, mixing with mine.

When he’s got nothing left, Rebel leans over and laps our combined release off my stomach. He crawls up the bed until we’re face to face, and then he opens his mouth to show me our cum on his tongue. I grab him by the hair and tug him to me, shoving my tongue into his mouth to get a taste. Rebel moans into my mouth as we share a filthy kiss that leaves us with cum sticky lips and dirty, satisfied smiles.

“Can I ask you a question?” Rebel asks when we’re laying side by side again.

“Sure.”

“Do you ever like to top? I kinda pegged you as vers when we met, but since we’ve been fucking, you haven’t said anything about wanting to switch it up.”

“Oh, yeah I’m vers, but it usually depends a bit who I’m with. I don’t let randoms top me usually, so I guess I’ve been indulging with you since you’re so damn good,” I admit.

“Oh,” Rebel breathes out, and I can tell by his expression that my answer surprised him.

“I want to fuck you, but I didn’t think there was any big rush.”

“No rush at all,” Rebel agrees, rolling onto his side, facing me, and tucking his arm under his head.

“Good.” I nod, scooting a little closer to Rebel. “What’s your favorite thing to do in bed?”

“On camera or off?” Rebel clarifies.

“Off. When you can do whatever you want, what do you like to do?”

“Rimming,” he answers without hesitation.

“Really? Not getting a blowjob or...I don’t know, something really kinky?”

“Don’t get me wrong, that’s all great, too. But there’s just something about having a man on his hands and knees, quivering, waiting. Taking the firm globes of his ass in my hands and parting them to expose a tight little pink hole. Then, running my tongue up and down his crack until he starts to soften and welcome me in. Licking and fucking his ass with my tongue until he’s begging for my cock.”

My spent cock makes an effort to take interest in this conversation, but it’s not happening so soon, unfortunately.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot.”

“Mmhmm. You going to let me eat your ass?”

“Anytime you want. Just not until I get a few minutes of recovery time. How about some Netflix in the meantime?”

“Works for me.”