Project Group Strokes E2 | Frat guy sends me sex clips instead of working on our project

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The group project sesh with Travis went about as well as I had anticipated. You gotta give credit to a frat boy for living his authentic life. 

Chugged two beers? Yup. Desk overflowing with junk? Yup. Pile of socks by the door? Yup. 

Porn being the only tab opened on his computer? Yup. 

Zero work done? Also yup. 

At least I got a free beer out of my walk there. And apparently as a bonus, the link to the porno he had streaming on his screen. And not a single fucking word written down about anthropological theories.

I had intended to go back to my dorm room and write at least a couple sentences for the project. Having that beer unexpectedly gave me some motivation to get on it, but that disappeared when my iMessage auto-opened on the desktop. Being the last person to text me, Travis’ link to the video was right at the very top. 

I know I ain't the only guy in the world that gets a little bricked when he has a drink. Hell, I'm sure the whole industry is built on that. 

Studying the history of the people from whatever island or watching a video of a naked woman? What the fuck do you think I did? 

Travis played the ending of the clip for us, which is by the far the best part. The intro is hot too, because it's sort of a slow strip tease. I move my bottle of lotion in place, and take off my shorts. My cock springs into action when it's free and finishes hardening up as I connect my earbuds. 

Like I told Travis, I had seen this video before, so my body started to anticipate the beats of what's to come. 

Like the eating out scene. That's the perfect moment to pump some lotion into my hand. 

“Mm,” I grunt to myself as my hand slathers the slippery substance over my stiff wood. The first lubed up touch is always one of the best parts for me. For what it's worth, I'm cut, so gliding my palm over the head just sets a good tone for jerking. 

“Mmmmm…mmmm….” Soft moaning in my ears urges me forward. 

Maybe I'm just an audio kind of person, or maybe there's just no good position to sit on my bed and watch the video at the same time.  I fall back on the mattress and close my eyes, letting the sexy breathing become my everything. Having my eyes closed helps me focus on the physical sensations too, which is going to be helpful for getting myself off fast so I can get back to working.

“Are you going to put it in me?” 

I twist my hand around my shaft with the help of the lotion, and breathe out at the pleasure that the physical spiral gives me. 

“Fuck, baby, you're so wet.” 

Travis said that this is his favourite kind of fuck. That stuck out to me because by looking at his physique, I'd think he'd be into some dirty stuff like choking or gagging. Frat boys aren't exactly known for their gentle love-making. The ones I'm friends with usually talk about fucking fast and hard and how long they last on full speed. So, picturing the frat-boy incarnation of Travis prioritizing his girl’s orgasm just feels off-brand.

I open my eyes and grab my laptop to put it on my chest. Skipping forward to the ending scene, I watch the man penetrate while rubbing in circles. 

“Mmmm…mmm… I'm going to cum…” 

Fuck, I forgot. I put my laptop down beside me, and sit up to reach under my bed. I have this old torn up shirt that I've sacrificed to become my cum rag since I ran out of tissues last week. 

“I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!” 

“Damnit,” I mutter to myself as I get back into position and rewind the video. Suddenly though, it didn't quite feel the same anymore. I watched it twice at Travis’ place, and now I've heard it again for the third time. If my dick could shrug at the 4th replay, it probably would. 

Plus, the lotion dried up and my cock wasn't as hard anymore. 

I hate it when that happens. It means that I either have to find a new video somewhere or maybe search in my spank bank for something worth nutting to. 

To be absolutely honest, I don't fuck around a lot. Hookups aren’t my thing but I don't wait till marriage either. There was one babe I was seeing for a while but the sex was kinda mid. She always wanted missionary and after a while it got old. So, it's not exactly what I want to fantasize about right now. 

Ping! 

A notification comes up on the right bottom corner of my computer with Travis’ name. Aptly, I named him “Travis Group Project.” 

What the… is that a virus? It's just a video, with no text before or after it. 

It could have very well been a virus, but fuck, I've clicked thumbnails of people fucking on sites without worrying about whatever malware might get downloaded. So, yeah, I clicked.

“Ah…yeah, babe… yeah…” Shot from below, a dick rams into a woman. Just like the other video that Travis likes, the man's hand reaches under to add stimulation on the outside.

“Ohhh…oh my god…oh my god…” Her moans shudder with each loud entry. “You’re going to make me cum.” 

“Yeah, cum for me, babe.” The fucking is impressively steady, with the accompanying hand consistent as well. 

“Ahh…ahh…ahhhh…AHHHHH!” My boner comes back with a vengeance and I spit on my hand to capture the moment. 

“Yeah, cum for me!” 

“AhhHHHHHh!! AhHHHHh!” 

“I'm going to cum too. Fuck! I'm going to cum!” The thick cut dick pops out and unleashes cum like a rain cloud, splattering everywhere but the camera’s lens.

“Put it back inside me…” 

Still squirting juices, the man holds the trunk of his cock and pushes it back in. 

“OHH!” The man groans. 

“Fuck!” I mutter as I reach my point of no return and switch to a stroke that doesn't go past the head. “Ah!” I hear my first shot splash against the back of the laptop.

“Oh…fuck…” The man groans, the underside of his cock twitching, and I close my eyes tightly as the cum ropes out of me. 

“Oh…” I sigh in relief as my balls empty and hot goo layers over my fist. 

That is … a lot. I turn the laptop around and look down at the carnage that I've caused. 

Ping! 

“What do you think?” Travis texts. 

“Really hot. Love amateur stuff. Where'd you find it?” I type with one hand with the other still squeezing my cock. 

“Find it? I filmed it, you fool.” 

“Shit,” I say out loud to myself. 

I sorta froze for a second, and my brain processed the shock that I just choked the chicken to my new friend. 

I mean… I nutted to the chick. Not him. 

I wipe my computer down with my cum rag. 

Yeah, that's it. It was her getting off that was hot. 

As I carefully patted my sensitive cock and balls down, I chuck the shirt back under the bed. 

Wait… why did he send that to me?