An Ass to Die For

He was worldly and sophisticated coming from a rich Manhattan family, and he had tons of money himself. Justin was funny and engaging, he could disarm the prickliest sort, and was always ready with an encouraging word, but he suffered no fools. He was effortlessly cool, which meant he had the self-confidence to be to be nice to somewhat awkward and shy boy like me.

With looks, and charm, and money, Justin was highly sought after by the girls. He had a set of casual girl friends that he'd invite over. College dorms being what they are, privacy meant him stumbling in with a new girl after the lights were off, and me pretending to be asleep. Not ever night, but a lot. I usually woke up to late night sounds of girlie giggling, or panting, or muffled groans. It was hot, and I'd sneak furtive glances through squinted eyes at some hot coed's ass rolling up and down on his dick, her tits exposed and bouncing in the silver light of the clock radio display.

Still, no matter how many girls he fucked, Justin was still horny, and weirdly enough for all his preppiness and good breeding, he loved porn. He was completely devoid of hand ups about it too. He'd bought a VCR and a TV with his trust fund money and always had a movie playing. He just didn't care what I thought, which I actually found a little charming after life with my sexually repressed family, if also a little disconcerting.

One afternoon, after he'd showered he'd popped a video in while still in his towel and fell down into a bean bag chair. I was studying for a test the next day but of course I looked up to watch the action. He pulled out a bong and offered me a hit and before I knew it we were both pretty high. I hadn't really watched any porn before, and the times it had been on in the room I was always too embarrassed to really look. But here I was, relaxed, high, transfixed on the screen as a girl bobbed her head sucking on a great, big, cock.

It's an unspoken secret of porn that the cock is as big a star in a scene as the girl.