- THE GAME -

Movie

Zander POV:

Andy is so fucking darling, it made my dick strain from just one look at him. The only stress I actually had was when I couldn't be deep into his ass, hearing his moans, begs for more.

He was currently making us popcorn, getting snacks and drinks. I told him it was fine but he insisted on getting something. It may be weird, but I found every account he has on social media.

On his Instagram is just Marvel characters and pictures of friends, the normal, except for this one video.

He was crying, people surrounding him.

"M-My- My- mom d-doesn't accept m-me..." Andy cried into a women's shoulder. "Just because you're gay? What the hell? Nothing is wrong with that!" The woman yelled.

So he is gay...

I smirked, going to his other social medias.

His twitter was just gay stuff, you know, quotes about men, pacifically Marvel men.

I turned off my phone when I heard his soft foot steps. He placed the things on the floor, getting a cover. "You want?" He asked me. I scooted up to him wrapping my arms around him, pulling the blanket around his.

"Go on, be a good boy and play the movie." I whispered in his ear, feeling him shiver against me almost made me chuckle. He played the movie.

The more we got into the movie, the more he started to scream at the actors. I laughed at some things he said, still keeping him close to my body. He had got on my lap.

Yet, every squirm he did made my dick even more harder than it was. He was standing up. He groaned, sitting down on my lap aggressively. "WELL F ME THEM!" Andy yells.

I placed my hand on his hip to keep him from moving to much, but of course, he squirmed even more, whining about something. When he stopped, I saw red on his cheeks.

I hissed as he moved even more.

"Tony. Will you respectfully put your pp so far up in me-" my hips bucked, Andy stopping what he was saying, moaning softly. "Sorry," he muttered, getting off of me. I nodded, staying still.

"A-are you okay?" Andy asked me. "Mhm, Matthew, I'm fine. Can I go use the bathroom?" I asked. He nodded, telling me where it was.

I made my way to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. My dick was rock hard it hurt to even fucking move my legs. I pulled down my sweats, palming my dick through my boxers.

I pulled them down, my dick springing free as pre-cum dropped from the tip. I spat on my hand, wrapping it around my length.

I groaned as I imagined my hand as Andy's, speeding up. I bit my lip as I went fast and hard, my hips bucking with every thrust.

I eventually came into a paper towel, not wanting it to go everywhere. I fixed myself up, looking at the bite mark I had left on my lips.

I sighed, leaving the bathroom. I stopped at the scene in front of me.

Whimpers flew out of his mouth followed with a moan as cum flew everywhere, making him shriek. My cock hardened again. His pants were the only sound in the house, his hand still on his cock, head flew back. His tip that was once red was now pink.

He opened his eyes, seeing me there.

"I'm so, so sorry! I didn't- I'm sorry. I just heard you and- and, I'm sorry," he apologized as quickly as he could. I shook my head. "We all have our problems," I went to get a towel to clean him up.

"Sit." I told him as I say Andy follow me. His flushed face, that was still flushed, got redder as he sat back down. I grabbed a towel, cleaning up the cum on the floor.

"Can I?" I asked him, pointing to his dick. He looked away, nodding.

I slowly put the towel on it, making him whimper, his head hitting the couch. I cleaned the top, resisting myself to not fuck him right now. But it was kind of cute.

His moaned as my hand went down, holding it up. He winced. "Did I hurt you?" I was quick to say. "No... I'm just, um, sensitive. Very." I stroked his cheek, telling him it was alright.

Not my best writing for hand jobs but I'm tired. Have a good day/night