“I want to get some footage of me straddling you,” I said. “That is, if it’s not too uncomfortable. I get it if you feel too weirded out having a gay guy sitting on your lap.”
“Nah, buddy. I told you I don’t have a problem with you being gay. I’m not sure I’m a very comfy seat though.”
Archer let go of his veiny cock and slapped himself on his bulky thighs. He was inviting me to take my place. My heart skipped a beat; I couldn’t believe he was so comfortable with what I was asking him to do.
I traipsed towards him. His big, blue eyes were wide. I could tell he was waiting for further guidance.
“Okay,” I began, “so, I want some pics that help make it look like I’m not a virgin.”
“Don’t all the pictures we’ve taken already help with that?”
Now isn’t the time to start getting smart. I shifted my weight between my legs while I thought of an answer. “Sure, those photos show I’ve done a lot of stuff. They don’t really show that I’ve done the most important thing, though. I need it to looked like I’ve bottomed before.”
Archer looked perplexed. I could see my adorable hunk’s single brain cell running around in a circle. He wriggled around on the sturdy chair. “So… I need to sit on your lap then?” he asked.
“What?”
“First you said you wanted to sit on my lap, but then you said that you need to be on the bottom. I’m so confused. Are we going to take turns sitting on each other’s laps?”
I had to force myself to not laugh. It was actually kind of endearing that he didn’t know what it meant to bottom. If I’d had even the remotest of doubts that he wasn’t one hundred percent straight, they completely vanished.
“No, it’s not like that,” I said. “I mean I need it to look like you… penetrated me.”
“Oh! Like, I’m the one who did the fucking instead of the one taking it. I get it!”
I moved closer to his body. I smelled his musk in the air; it was hanging around him like a cloud of pure seduction. I placed my hand on his right shoulder. It felt incredibly strong under my palm.
“Okay, I’m going to straddle you now. After I settle into place, I want you to kind of jerk yourself off. Your dick will be right behind my ass cheeks.”
“Ten-four, buddy. I think I can pretend to jerk off for ya. I have enough practice with that.”
Archer’s arms were hanging by his sides. I lifted my left leg and stepped over him so that he was positioned beneath me. He looked up into my face as I gazed down at him.
As I began to lower myself to perch on his pubic mound, I couldn’t help but notice my own firm six inches in front of me. I grabbed it with my left hand and cupped it against my tummy. I was worried that my cock poking into Archer’s abdomen would jolt him awake from my living dream.
“You don’t weigh much at all,” Archer said as my ass made contact with his body.
I just nodded, trying to take it all in. His trimmed pubes felt slightly scratchy beneath me. Our faces were separated by mere inches; the height difference had made it so my sitting on his lap had leveled the playing field. We were seeing eye to eye for once.